meetings of inexplicable design

when something tells me to stay,
i pause in the knowingness,
and the greater picture is unclear at the time,
but gut instinct tells me to huddle close to the ground.
the buffalo vibrations move me,
the bones in my ribcage respond to an ancient drumming,
my ear pressed firm to the ground.
i taste the sweet tang of fresh heart blood,
i sing the warbling tremolo of a song not lost,
for it lives in me.
so i do,
my mouth forming words my new mind doesn't understand.
my spirit soars and that is enough.
for now.
i string colors, strands, beads, feathers.
i burn sage, wood, incense, fire, wax.
i dream deep, quiet recesses unfolding with answers.
i breathe deep, knowng the answers already there and smiling.
it is, and was, and will be.
we are one.

it came as no surprise tonight to meet a publisher of art and gifts and books.
it made me smile inwardly that part of the sales are donated to charitable works.
it pleased me further to know am ready to share my art and words with the world.
if nothing else, the universe pushed me toward some of my attainable goals...within these is a greater capacity for sharing, loving, teaching, humility, and freedom to travel.
a push, after the new moon...