As the beat begins,
the words and the noise begin to mend,
the melody comes in crimson red,
because this is her story

About grounding

About how in a moments 'time' she felt truly Divine
She connected to her God

And as she brought that light into the reality of her third eye,
she saw the vision of 'Light'

And as her eyes captured the essence of the clear blue sky,
her throat opened to a voice that refused to lie

When the truth met her heart, and it almost stopped,
the trees, so green, blessed her ART

As the sun met her skin, and reminded her again,
that she is beautifully Human

Her creative consciousness cried out in joy,
that again it was not forgotten

Her hips adjusted and felt a rush of excitement
as her body came alive....

Toes were tickled, by the fingers of the Earth,
Reminding her happiness, is given at birth,
Given again, at rebirth, abundantly available any time she needs

BREATHE

And return it to your seeds

Bless the EARTH

because you are everything you see

Grace the stride

in which you vibrate from the sky

and on to the earth

where it is restored, and returned.