The Path of Love

Until the queendom come.

I stay strung

Like prayer beads

Creator take lead

I am nothing but

Your seed.

Nothing but a dream

You had long ago.

Speak through me.

Breathe through me.

Walk through me.

Be through me.

But it's not about me

anymore.

Used to keep time and keep

score.

Now I surrender

Remember what I prayed

for.

A chance to be wood

for the fire of Your love.

Idolize the doves.

Taking notes as I watch

the deer walk.

Take stock of the diversity

of gifts freely provided by an

everlasting force.

Consequences when we

step off the path

of love.

We confront our own death,

but life is just a step,

just a breath

away.

Just take my breath

away.

Look inside your self before

you take a book off the shelf.

Introspect on high peaks.

Mother Earth is a mirror.

Take a walk in the mountains

and see your own beauty in her.

She's a fountain.

She's grounded.

She knows your shame and secrets but only holds you sweeter.

Let's you cry into her mountainside,

get taken by the tide.

She's connected to the moon

as much as she is

connected to you.

There are times when we feel

lost but just take a second to look.

The stars are inscriptions about

who you are.

Don't let the city lights

let your mind wander too far.

It's not real,

it's a construction of fear.

A delusion, the solution is to

take those shoes off and

step to the sunset.

The trees remind you

as the breathe your breath

and then return it once again to you.

This is the truth.

Reciprocity and roots.

In your marrow,

in your tooth.

You were made by loving hands to hold

things in your loving hands.

Like this, it forever expands.

You think your not important

but Spirit knows every grain of sand.

Doesn't care about the fame,

knows each and every child by name.

We hate God for all the hatred

in the world

and then turn around

and kick the dog?

Is it really God's fault?

Is she really to blame?

For all this suffering and pain?

Or have we simply forgotten

the lessons that were taught

by the rain?

Use your words carefully;

Step with humility;

Give your heart generously;

Love unconditionally.

If we only did this,

we wouldn't be sad

constantly.

Through forgiveness of self

and others we return to the

Constant Dream.

Lyla June