MY LAND


Friday the 13th of may 2011 >>> 13
 letting go, surrender, endings that lead to new beginnings lead to
 transformation
Sleep gave itself to me last night. No quivering little dog.
 Question....
 When was the last time you noticed that conversation
 deepened your knowing about the world within you?
I woke up with this little ditty right on the tip of
 my voice.


There’s no way baby
 the altered crazy
 feeds my land

I’m a tree top thinker
 A moon soaked feeler
 Finding my way to clear

It’s not in the not wanna
 or the zing that zooms
 over my land

I’m a tree top thinker
 A moon soaked feeler
 Feeling my way to clear

It’s on the altar
 of moss and dirt I play
 that’s my land

I’m tree top thinker
 A moon soaked feeler
 Writing my way to clear

When the dive goes deep
 The swim is to the share
 of my land

I’m a tree top thinker
 A moon soaked feeler
 witnessing my way to clear

It’s in the choices
 that consequence stands
 I decide the lay of my land

I’m a tree top thinker
 A moon soaked feeler
 singing my way to clear
 writing my way to clear
 feeling my way to clear
 finding my way to clear

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