One person holds a word to sustain the weary
Another releases words that waste away
But the power of either
Is dependent upon the power you hold
for yourself
to blame or be blamed
An outworn dichotomy.
A framework which once gave access to the world
During the old time
Separates in the new...
You are the Unity that rises above
Such divisions of hate and fear
Draw a circle and step outside
of it.
And when you do this it is unconditional love
Opening the I
to arrive
at the we
Power we give words we can also choose
to take away.
Like a net you can choose to lift your part
The more of us
We may hold each other up in thought
So that each of us will receive the chance
to rest...
She met one of the Beings of Light today;
Who slips onto her hand gently
a bracelet he made that sounds like windchimes
with her every move...
And explains the purpose
of this gift.
"I do this for you so that every movement you make you will see as I do
Beautiful
Whether the motions awkward or injured
A fall or a bold stride"
And she takes his hand together
She unwinds her limp
with a dance.
Like water to one who has never walked
in her lifetime.
You ask to meet a Being such as this
Be still in yourself
He is in you...
