Voices in my head

Sometimes in the silence of my head

voices find space and begin to talk

I am reminded that here is that place

the one that I longed for many years

a place where joy is in abundance

a place where every day is a sunrise

even in the foggiest of fall, all dusk

a ray of sunrise finds its way inside

In the silence of my head music wafts

soft drumming and winds cloud the air

a beautiful symphony just for my soul

I am reminded of the many lonely nights

of manifestations and late night chants

of tears and a heart so pained and broken

I called all the names I could remember

and my forefathers showed up for me

In the eerie silence of my heart

a higher being interceded on my behalf

a higher being reminded me of my worth

and guardian angels were sent my way

I have never known a love so pure 

and a heart with nothing but gratitude

if this is what I am living longer for

then I am showing up and showing out

In the dreams the voices finally spoke

your mind is what will take you far

the universe has laid your constellation

your paths are known to you if you listen

you are exactly where you should be

for that is the path to your destination

carry a lighter load in your mind

so that the journey is lighter in your heart

Sometimes in the middle of those voices

I hear my own voice whispering to me

as your heart desires the skies listen

the clouds will always cover you from rain

you will go beyond the waters of the land

you are a protected and preserved child

and I believe because I am a dreamer. 

Winds of far lands...

We stood at the heart of life

certain about our footsteps 

knowing that the road started here

and that our destinations were promised

only if we followed the sounds of the winds

the winds of far away lands from here

We raised our eyes into the skies

gazed beyond the clouds into the heavens

what our eyes would see our hearts would keep

that was the assurance of our believing 

if we looked beyond just seeing the winds

those that blew from lands far away from here

With our hands stretched out to the lands

we waited in earnest for the harvests

we had toiled with those bare hands

we had soiled our garments chasing after birds

fighting them away into the winds beyond

yet still the far away winds brought a drought to us

To the heart of life, back we went

searched through our voices for an answer

soaked our feet in the running waters of the land

opened up our souls to the forests trees for memories

stripped naked our minds to the music of the winds

and the winds of the far land settled us, they heard us

The winds of the far lands vindicated us

the music of the winds caused us to dance

the forests sheltered our exploded souls

and the cool waters of the land splattered on our faces

reminded us who we are and what we represented

the children of a bigger cause,  from lands beyond the winds