Where All Good Things Flow
Walking through the meadows we feel the freedom of nature and all
its many gifts. There is no rift between the earth and the sky,
as the winds blow and the stars glow, we give thanks for all we are
(Br. in (H) breath out
Holding in the energy of all that belongs to us we search
for the missing pieces of our soul not outside ourselves
but from within, where all good things grow...
(Br. in (H) breath out
Loving the parts of us that are wounded we give soothing thought
to every deep memory lodged deep within us
sending them all to the light we bathe in the reflections of
its cleansing properties and healing is restored
(Br. in (H) breath out
Walking through the meadows with our heads held high
we walk on strong legs and brave heart, towards the river
where all goods things, flow....
(Br. in (H) breath out
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
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