Stop when I have to
Give me a time to breathe
Notice time in and out the door
Stop at the line my heritage
Had drawn on the floor before
Open my eyes to see
Who enters and who exits
Red is the color to alert
That stationary worlds exist
Caution when I consider
A peeling away of the discarded
Notice this breathing time
A stirring of movement
Hidden below my dwelling floor
An energy, slow and beginning to vibrate
A humming sound building to negotiate.
Amber is the color to wait
serenely before the door opens
Go when you show me the way
Then my soul no longer argues
The right and the wrong
This I have noticed no to prolong
The Wind-Soul opens my eyes
Shows me how long is too long
Green is the color to go
Move in the constant glory of flow
Take heart to these teachings
And all that is needed, is supplied.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
Stop when I have to
Give me a time to breathe
Notice time in and out the door
Stop at the line my heritage
Had drawn on the floor before
Open my eyes to see
Who enters and who exits
Red is the color to alert
That stationary worlds exist
Caution when I consider
A peeling away of the discarded
Notice this breathing time
A stirring of movement
Hidden below my dwelling floor
An energy, slow and beginning to vibrate
A humming sound building to negotiate.
Amber is the color to wait
serenely before the door opens
Go when you show me the way
Then my soul no longer argues
The right and the wrong
This I have noticed no to prolong
The Wind-Soul opens my eyes
Shows me how long is too long
Green is the color to go
Move in the constant glory of flow
Take heart to these teachings
And all that is needed, is supplied.
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