Monday, June 27, 2022

The Little Ones Rise


The world is a gift; 

the hummingbird its magical messenger in motion. 

Its wings wave white sage in ceremony.

It moves like curling smoke wafting from a smudge stick;

Its presence purifies the medicine wheel

spinning, cleansing, around all life. 

It raises vibration like a small drum beating, 

With its heart beating, 

like its wings beating, 

like our hearts stirring, opening

as spirit moves.

These little ones rise, feathers opening our hearts to live again, 

to love again, 

to allow joy to flow into the dark chambers. 

To blossom us up, down, and sideways;

always they open to the sun 

dispersing the medicine sweeter than nectar, 

like bliss-inspirited flowers 

that renews the magic of life.


                     -Susan Evans 






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