Thursday, 26 May 2011

Friday, 27 May 2011

Opening the Imagination.

I opened my imagination and this poem burst forth from it. I feel it is being spoken to me by a dear friend. A fairy no less! And why not? : )

I invite you to open your imagination and enjoy!

Blues and purples, berries and shrubs.

The flowers do blossom with the recent rain floods.

My wings I stretch out and I shake off the dew.

I am light, I am nimble, I am ready for You.

Welcome to the forest, with much magic within.

We’ve been patient in our slumber but now you’re ready to begin.

“Awaken, Sweet Angel!” we’ve called many a-time.

Come dance and be jovial and release from your mind:

All the doubts and the worries and the trust issues, too.

Look around, the magic forest is a reflection of You!
You’re free to roam the lands, and the forests and the shores.

Free to roam the mountains and the great lakes and the moars.

There’s nout to fear for this place of creation is all You.

Indeed, everything about You was your choice to choose.

Sit on a branch, airy and nimble, or flutter up to the tree tops.

Test your wings — they work, you know! — float down to greet that earthy touch.

You are free. You can fly. You can run with the wind.

You can jump. You can dive. You can dance. You can sing.

So cast off that costume, it is not fit for your grand posture.

And throw off that which has held you as an imposture.

Breathe so deep like I know you can do.

And whenever you’re ready I’ll be here waiting for you.