Southwest Colors In My Meditation
colors of the southwest parade into my meditation tonight
turquoise clouds lead the parade, floating in Rubenesque puffy ways
I feel beloved, at peace, they have brought hope and revitalization
my breathing has changed, I am on autopilot, unaware of my awareness
relaxing into the turquoise, welcoming sage advice of my spirit guides
they feel as aware of me as I am of them, are they included in the turquoise?
a tiny hole begins to form a line, a slit in the clouds, fiery orange red flames
Another robust color of the southwest; I begin to receive answers to my questions.
I sit in front of my flickering candle, enjoying the love I am being given
By my angels, my spirit guides and my power animals.
They are pleased that I am honoring their Native American heritage.
Including turquoise and orange-red into my meditation today.
Mother moon fills me with awe from my east window.
Father sky’s stars sprinkle me with stardust.
I feel alive, confident and revitalized.
Ready to take on the world now.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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