- Ginger Moon 4 January 2010
Wind song
The full moon paints the landscape with a magical reflective brush.
A silver beam sneaks through my window and touches my naked breast...I blush.
A gentle breeze in the glistening stream moves my wind chimes.
In the midnight silence I hear the voices of celestial souls of ancient times.
Lifting me up and out of near slumber...they tell me we have to save our earth without further delay.
In the shimmering moonlight I cry and pray for humankind...they are so right we have forgotten sacred purpose and no longer know the way.
They speak of deep human suffering strumming the harp of pain in heaven...make haste we must, time is slipping away, but not yet gone.
Mother Earth cries in a tender voice a raw and agonizing Wind song.
On wise wings I hear their voices say...Souls of the world you must unite...You are all One.
We are all children of Light and Love no matter our chosen earth religion, to one creator we belong.
Abandon destructive emotions...Anger, hate, jealousy, greed ...they have such low vibration and are dreadful and wrong.
Their plea for humankind is that we love one another and respect our Earth and make her once more strong.
Their message though firm and urgent delivered gently with love so tender.
Should we humans not embrace their words of wisdom give up war and to peace surrender?
Heavens sanguine heart beat ,strums an aching fugue tune.
Mother Earth quivers in the silent darkness below the Silver moon.
The full moon paints the landscape with a magical reflective brush.
A silver beam sneaks through my window and touches my naked breast...I blush.
A gentle breeze in the glistening stream moves my wind chimes.
In the midnight silence I hear the voices of celestial souls of ancient times.
Lifting me up and out of near slumber...they tell me we have to save our earth without further delay.
In the shimmering moonlight I cry and pray for humankind...they are so right we have forgotten sacred purpose and no longer know the way.
They speak of deep human suffering strumming the harp of pain in heaven...make haste we must, time is slipping away, but not yet gone.
Mother Earth cries in a tender voice a raw and agonizing Wind song.
On wise wings I hear their voices say...Souls of the world you must unite...You are all One.
We are all children of Light and Love no matter our chosen earth religion, to one creator we belong.
Abandon destructive emotions...Anger, hate, jealousy, greed ...they have such low vibration and are dreadful and wrong.
Their plea for humankind is that we love one another and respect our Earth and make her once more strong.
Their message though firm and urgent delivered gently with love so tender.
Should we humans not embrace their words of wisdom give up war and to peace surrender?
Heavens sanguine heart beat ,strums an aching fugue tune.
Mother Earth quivers in the silent darkness below the Silver moon.