December’s full moon a night bird flies through the cold asking you to ponder & think whooo whooo whooo are you search your heart search your soul a night bird perches in the cold asking you to contemplate & deliberate whooo whooo
my tree this was my tree not yours the one i would sit under and discover the one i would sit under and cry the one i would sit under and wonder when when when
BG december new moon reflection is good for the soul direction sets the path the darkness of the new moon allows your light to shine waste not a moment in wishing build on a solid foundation the creation is yours
BG step lightly step lightly……. make no sound…….. do not disturb nature’s surroundings breathe into the day breathe the mist of morn before the sun breaks breathe to wake your sleepy soul breathe and stretch your back till it cracks a lovely release breathe
BG beaver full moon with a breath of oneness no longer nomadic under this night’s light with purpose with determination with cooperation join as one become the master builders of your tasks without damning the flow ………of creation without damming the
last breath if i only have 1 breath left….. let it be with the ease of a silent morning…… let it resonate with the universe announcing my arrival no pondering no contemplation mere simplicity of the moment heaviness panting wheezing gasping all
