Wednesday, February 23, 2011

all these years

who have we been all these years
with our legs so long
and our hearts on fire


reciting poetry under our breath
beautiful luminous verses
lighting the paths we gracefully walk


moccasins hug our feet
while we dance amongst the trees so tall
arms outstretched to the sky


feathers n' flowers in our hair
as we commune with mother nature
confiding our secrets to her


feeling the freedom in our hearts soar
we swirl and whirl
we spin and sing


those beautiful words loudly
that were for so long stifled
beneath our sometimes held breath


and our stories set us free...


~  danielle helen ray dickson





Friday, February 11, 2011

bliss






everything is new ... not in that unknown way but i notice myself moving differently ...
slower, serenely
and with so much more grace