Accelerating Streams

It's cold in-between
the trees
the branches naked crystal
I hit my toes
against the frozen track
the nerves of the forest
awaits in silence
for the warm breath
of the Sun
(developing movement, the momentum)
wide awake deep inside
the infinite measures

a reflection in the wild wind

A reference to the wonder inside
when you have the courage to look it
in the eyes,
the warriors of this backsteets dream with you
in the darkest nights
they smile beside you with open hearts
your strong wings know you're free
to come back to the gardens of paradise
in the timeless now.

Meditation is not something you can do
but something that you really are.
A crazy little thing called love........