Pateince

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes of parchment and prayer flag. Smiling faces walk swiftly through corridors of ancient walls carved from living mountains, spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake. Patience of a thousand, thousand years, we wait for peace. Eagle feathers jounce as soft moccasins dance heartbeat on the prairie hair of Mother Earth. Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms offering prayer pipes to their men, who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past. Patience of a thousand, thousand years, we wait for peace. Hula dancers waft sea breeze in the heat waves of Pele’s fire. Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds, as molten lands part the waters and oasis the humble in a paradise where lei lines encircle life. Patience of a thousand thousand years, we wait for peace. Condor circles as mountains spirits speak telling stories of forever and ever. Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists to nourish the living land and feed the collective soul the medicine of dreams. Patience of a thousand, thousand years, we wait for peace. “Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods park bench hosts to afternoon drummers, as momentum gathers inner city gardeners and beekeepers buzzing to the cyber shifts of “sharing all the world”. Patience of a thousand, thousand years we wait for peace.