
Past bramble...vine...moss...and twig...beyond earth supported roots of trees...another world...concealed within the realm of plants..guileless...soulful...healers...that dream the dreams of Gaia's love
Past bramble...vine...moss...and twig...beyond earth supported roots of trees...another world...concealed within the realm of plants..guileless...soulful...healers...that dream the dreams of Gaia's love
Hold close the seeds of your dreams...caress their intent...and...Imagine...Hush...they sleep...nestled in warm darkness...awaiting the awakening of their arrival...afloat...cradled...journeying upon the seas of undetermined thought.
Silence hovers...sanctioning the passing of the sun and the moon..a flicker of light glistens in the mist...revealing the world of in-between...ordinary becomes extraordinary...a womb of magical possibilities. Believe.
The Call was made...and floated for light years through the heavens...gathering speed...expanding outward in radiating waves...the Call for Healing...for Mother Earth....
and they came...relentlessly, unselfishly:Generations of Light Workers...a billion strong and more...uniting the fire of their love for this planet until it grew from a radiant haze into a pulsating beacon...Illuminating forgotten ways of being...Igniting Passion for Living...Revealing Truth & Love.
To each of you...Shine On.
Coyote Shaman's drum beat howls of the duality of life...revealing paradoxical truths...revealing crossroads that require infinitely important decisions. Appropriate may be inappropriate. Inappropriate may be appropriate. Wisdom may be folly. What seems like folly may be profound wisdom. Coyote Shaman's song of trickery is a reminder to pay attention to what has heart and meaning. Coyote Shaman's drum sings with laughter. Life, after all, is to be enjoyed and not endured.