Waterfalls

I kill things.
I let things grow wild.
I look at the shell of fragile
things that could not survive
in the wild unprotected.
I lay in the dirt and grass
and the branches pierce my arms,
my legs, my torso, my neck.
They pull tight and hug me into the Earth.

I birth things.
I let things grow wild.
I float into the clouds and fall back as rain
and dive into the dirt down to the roots and seeds.
I visit the worms and beetles and moles that burrow.
I push and push and emerge from the dirt to
feel the sun radiating its heat down upon us all.

I exist within things.
I let things grow wild.
I walk between the people,
trees within the forest,
buildings of the concrete jungle.
I roam and rove and glide and crawl
and hunt and love and give.

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Yesterday while laying on a woven and wooden bench at the yoga studio in the ladies locker room I dreamed of children playing in the suburban yards, in sprinklers and in the sunshine. It was nice. Of course, one might wonder what I was doing dreaming there. I had forgotten about a book I had been reading since I have been so busy doing physical things - one book of a handful at this point - and so I packed it and brought it with me figuring I would read in between classes. It’s pretty difficult to find a break to do that otherwise. I gathered up my book and lay back on the bench and criss crossed my legs and began to read. I was thrilled and happy and entertained .... for about 25 minutes. My eyes began to get heavy and I could feel the weight of my eyelashes settling in drawing my eye lids downward.

“Just for a moment,” I thought. “I will just close my eyes and rest my book here on my belly and this bench is so comfortable so I will just close my eyes and I need this - so it will be fine.”

Enter, dream world. Out like a light. The next thing I knew my left arm fell off the side from it’s place on my stomach and I caught myself from falling off the bench entirely. The ladies room has the lights on a sensor. As I bolted upright, the lights flickered on. I hit the dark world of sleep like a big old walnut falling from the top of the tree. I materialized again equally as hard. It almost made me lose my dream entirely, but I still had this nice feeling and glimpses of the other world like photographs of memories or a reel of film displayed on the inner wall of my mind.

It is nice that it is summer, finally. Even the rain doesn’t bother me so much ... now that it stopped raining, that is. Where there is rain and sunlight, there are rainbows after all.

Rainbows. Gold. Chasin’ dreams. Chasin rainbows. Chasin waterfalls. Margaritaville. Wait - no. Yuk. Scratch that last one. And don’t go chasing waterfalls. Stick with the lakes and rivers you know.

...or not.

Up to you. I can think of a lot of fun things to do around waterfalls... just sayin’. More on that later....

And, with that, I am over and out.

reprinted from https://etherealbeings.wordpress.com/2015/06/19/waterfalls/