White Geese

White Geese

I woke up this morning with a feeling of peace

An image of two white flying geese

Gliding south on late summer air

Almost cold

The flight of my grandparents, here to say hello

Delivering a message, within this poem

A visit from ancester’s past

The wind swirls up a few fallen leaves

The air is warm, the kind lusted in the early frozen spring

The message to embrace all seasons and all change

No guessing

A feeling of knowing in my bones

A connection to something beyond my knowing

Like a radio, it was always inside me

But within this frequency I can pick up the signal

I can feel the assurance that all is well

All is one

All is touched by its rays

like the sun as it lays

across each growing stalk of wheat in the open fields

Rising in the east and warming the brown earth

Creating the cycle, beginning with birth

I see a red barn, crochet needles, balls of yarn

I see words written in the sky

I see pride

I see the ocean, swells of waves

I see graves

I see babies, chubby and sweet

I see meals of vegetables and meat

I see sand, massaging the bottoms of bare feet

I see trees, tall, strong and old

I see grey hair, silver and bold

I see smiles and creases in faces

I see the spanse of the earth and the continents

Cosmic connection between all the spaces

I see hands holding, metaphorically

I see minds joined, euphorically

I see words imploring me

The path leads, lays unassumingly at my feet

I walk to the rhythm of the earths heart beat

My gait stands tall

My stride becomes confident and strong

As I hum the words of my ancestors song

Without logic, this transference

A lesson in ultimate occurances

Nothing begins and nothing ends

They are still with me, living on within my cells

Their wisdom runs like sap in my veins

Tappable with the sound of meditation bells

Failure a misguided notion in this game

More accuratelty alignment or not

No more logicating, and dangerously vibrating thought

The leaves kick up in the wind, and delightfully spin

Their laughter contagious

A smile unknowlingly takes form

Stop that deciding what is right or wrong

Happy or sad trumps good or bad

Happy means alignment with rightness

Joy means inner and outer lightness

Melt into the moment you were meant to be in

Feel each sensation as it creeps in

Smile my dear and breathe too

That’s all you need to do