The curse
The curse spoke to my body and flooded me with emotion:
"Go to the sun like a child,
Let the wind talk to your soul,
The sun shines brighter now.
Grab the sunlight in the meadow, idealistic one,
Allow yourself to be free and wild.
Let the wind lift up just the roots of your hair,
Allowing sweat to pour like tears.
Cry and lift the rainbow from your eyes.
Love and touch everything with compassion.
Burn and allow the fire to rage at the curse.
Now you can heal."
Heat is constructive to my soul.
Heat is the energetic color
That melts my curse and yours.
Stars glitter in the distance.
Shining through a black translucent sky.
Illuminate yourself in stars.
Pierce the curse so that you will be full
Of glitter and life and your dreams.
Glitter is present in my past,
And in my heels and in my eyes.
Glitter exists in healing and in movement.
Movement, like a horse. Oh powerful horse,
Move us up and beyond the curse of the body.
Feel the warmth in the horses' eyes and gallop,
So we can ride, ride life like a dream again.
Dream in energetic color.
Splashes of color, soaking up
The diseased landscape in your heart.
Feel the hot sun burning through
The ugly curse that consumes your body.
Laugh and lift the curse...
The sun will shine again.
Fall, fall into the perfect meadow,
Allow yourself to feel
The sweet, soft whiteness of nothing.
Look up to the clouds
And allow the Gods to laugh with you.
The gold on the leaf is evident now.
Dreams, healing and happiness are made of color.
Painted Rabbit