Feel the beat, breathe the rhythm. Know within that all is forgiven. Release the tension, dance and sing, fill the air with dynamic flare. Bathe in the energy of tone and tempo, as vibes of joy begin to flow. Transport your mind along the wave as it washes through you with every bass. Draw upon the spirit of the drum, and soon you will be joined by the ancient ones. đź’–
I can’t bear the fuss and noise of life,
The complicated mess of it all.
I crave simple.
I desire peace and stillness
And naturalness.
All this striving and pushing and needing,
Is not for me.
Give me a shoreline at dusk,
A forest at dawn,
A still silent night with the stars overhead
And the warm, slow hum of Gaia beneath my feet.
That is all I need.
Give me food, shelter and myself,
I’m done with the rest of it.
I don’t need or understand any of it,
It snarls me up inside,
This toxic greed for more,
More, more, more than you need.
I’m done with it all.
Give me the freedom to spread out,
Gently, lovingly and with relief into the space
Of me, give me this and no more.
No, don’t give it to me!
I take it, no more, no less.
I undertake to take nothing
That is not mine,
I only want to pull all that is me,
Into my heart, into the core of me,
I’m sick of being other than me.
I’m tired of the 3D contamination
That taints me,
It is time, time to simply be me.
So go where you will,
You that is other than me and my kind.
Leave me in peace, alone,
Just as I am.
I’m sick of it all, physically and emotionally.
I have no desire for this world,
To change it or to find my place,
None at all,
I’m an alien here,
I must be me, free.
Insanity and sanity nudge into
Each other.
Your intuition is trying to show you,
What is real.
Can you feel into it, sense what is so?
Don’t discount the whispers,
They are your lifeline out of here,
They exist on the knife edge
Of joy and despair.
© Sue Claughton, 2016
Maria Wind Talker 