Taking my time or is time taking me, the fragmented visions I choose to see keep leading me back to spaces that hold sacred sanctuary. Choosing to be lost in the direction of the heart leads my feet in the directions of the wind. No more false conditioning or intrusive behavior, the leaves are falling back, introspection our teacher. Feelings of oneness, feelings of being. The waves are turning the rocks we tied to the feet of our souls purpose. Tumbling, amidst sand coral, rocks and bones. The water shows us our one true home. Return to the breath of the Earth, with each step you roam. Our waters are sacred, a living being of it’s own. Mni Wiconi for my ancestors of the soul, water is life for those who have yet to know. Our life is sacred, our breath a gift too. Speak with intention, let the heart carry you, to the unknown spaces you have yet to return to. Your soul is only fragmented so you can find what carries you.
WARRIOR WOMAN 