My hands are soft
My heart yields
the breeze of morning
brushes the hair from my face.
I reach out for you
with humble grace
Do you hear me?
No noise can call in with any force
that which is meant for us
this cosmic dance
is a movement of steps, a flow
we resist and trip over our own feet.
I offer my hand to be pulled up again
Teach me, teach me
how to dance Great Spirit
Shine your light
that I may be buoyant
and free from these chains
Let me spread these wings
and learn to fly.
Not fly away, just above it all
to get a bird's eye view of life
understand the bigger picture
where the messy moments become so clear.
Give me breathing space
so I may drink of your sacred waters,
receive all being offered fully
No pain is for nothing
No pleasure is permanent.
Rise above, rise above.
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