First Day of Fall
Leaves on the ground
The old is falling
Giving way old ground
Opening space
What is wanting to be in this space?
What are you planting in your inner heart?
What going within will guide you through your heroic part
In this unfolding journey of standing
Yet needing to hover just above
In the world but not so of
While the ground is pulled out that held us unexpressed in our divine nature
As we ground in the higher ground
On which we stand
Where oh where will we land
Sail me over these inner and outer hurtles
Let me have patience and also glide with speed and grace like turtles
Let me in pure love abound
On this inner ground
Of my own divinity touching life
The all that is
Divinely inspired
Under and within and beyond
All that has gotten mired
Undo Undo Undo
All that is in the way of the Highest me, the Truest You