Sow the seeds of barren sands child,

In the heat against the sky;

Raise the prayer and find your voice child,

Walk to freedom from this life.

Came the floods before the rains child,

Paint your face in song and dance;

Carry baskets of the grains child,

That fed your people off the lands.

Trade your weaving for some clay child,

Run like wind and walk on fire;

Come of age to take a man, child,

But you run into the wild.

Many moons have passed since then child,

All the villagers burned or hide,

From your brave heart that made you leave child;

Brought you peace and saved your life.

The Gift (By Tomas Sabina & Edited by Heather Feaga

The Gift (written by Tomas Sabina, edited by Heather Feaga)
The city breathes the dust of human bustle. It’s always immersed in a fast and never resting flow of energy. But down the street in the central flow there are some trees that give the old building were I live some quiet. The gentle sway of the leaves cleans the air.
From my 3rd floor apartment, I always see a girl staring out the window. Her facial expression is of apathy and loneliness. Sometimes I watch as her mother takes her away from the window.
When I go to buy groceries and see her parents and I always greet them. They seem to be good people and over-protective of the child. I do not think they let the girl out to play. Who can blame them? The streets are dangerous. But I believe it doesn’t do her well. She has no friends or even a pet.
One day I heard from the street a beautiful voice singing a song I hadn’t heard before. It was so clear and sweet, I thought it was the voice of an angel. When I approached the window I saw a young blind man who roams the streets aimlessly. He seemed carefree and happy but I thought he might be disoriented. I went out to see if he needed help.
As I happened to look up I saw the little girl watching the young man with a happy expression I have never seen on her face before. She climbs on to the window to better see where the youth’s voice came from.
I asked the young man if he was lost and he said, “no, this was where he belonged.” Curious, I wanted to know why this place. “Because here,” he said very securely, “I am needed.”  “By whom,” I ask. He didn’t know, he only knew that he was to come here.
Thinking I had a madman in front of me, I distanced myself a little when I realized that the little girl was at the building’s threshold. I was surprised because I couldn’t picture her except in that window. A gentle breeze began to blow the leaves in the street.
I thought the young man was someone she knew but I realized he was not. She ran towards him and embraced him. After a while she gently released her arms which had firmly taken him. They looked at each other, she with her beautiful green eyes and him with his damaged eyes.
“They asked me to come see you” he said in a voice that emanated pure love.
“I’ve been waiting for a long time“ she said innocently.
They embraced once more and he kissed her forehead goodbye. Then she ran back into the building. The young man looked at me as if he could see me and said politely, “Goodbye.” Then again he sang his song and sped off down the street.
From that day on, I never saw the girl again in the window. But in the halls I could hear her merry laughter. She sang the song that the youth had brought her so she would never feel alone again.

 I am honored beyond words to share this story with all, as it moved me beyond words. In this story is light and love. My gratitude and love for this beautiful heart who wrote this.  He is found on Twitter by the name @Tomas_Sabina and he shines!

Purging Creation

Here in the moment, a gift of paradise

Here on Gaia, the elements of light

Here to teach us, here to bathe us in truth

Creation is Nature in the perfection of you

As existence shifts, as we ascend and lift through

Creation will pull.

The  sleep walkers cry, as Nature dies,

But the eternal life never lies.

Just a change of dimension, vibrations deepen, we see beyond the curtain

The dove dives, the fish fly, they fall from the sky, to open our eyes.

The torrent waters rise, can you not see child?

Creation purges to unify.

What seems to have gone, is illusion, it is the uncentered heart, that can’t see the start of a new dawn.

Atone and align with the Spirit side, we are not in mind anymore,

We are from another time.

Man became a slave to blame;

corruption, conspiracy, governmental experiments.

All the collective conscience, a shame.

What lay in the great beyond, an immaculate vision, an intonation of all we are.

Creation is in evolution, leave this place of guilt and pollution from the idealistic blind.

Given a chance, the portals open, we reach and ask you walk in.

Let go of attachment.

Nature is healing, while humanity is feeling its way through.

We are halos of climatic blue,

Creation is always new.

Watch with an open heart, allow the sun and stars to inspire

Creation is calling you.