semi toned
beyond time and space our souls are speaking
chitter chatter this and that
getting it done hard workin gypsy i tip my hat
while sitting tippy toed and toning your name of mystery
unfolding in the neverending question
begining in the limitless faith of surrendering
i love you
i support you on the journey
i honor your reflection

WOW!!
i am blown away, beautiful to see what your soul holds!!

My little BIRD.....
There is such a diligence a determination.....a trusting a knowing....
What can i say about the Ravin.....She has watched quietly as the world comes unraveled. offering her presents her essence.....and that was just what was needed. A seer.....
The tears of witches burning for less then the deep eyes of a ravin... casts spells of mystery, deeds done in dreams of freedom for the earths soul.Cast a shadow on the clouds, their lives now karmic ash fallen mixed with the dirt we were made of. She stands along side though's hearts held in reverence for knowledge. As she creates weaving like Spiderwoman a web......a tale to tell this dream into existence.
As her eyes turn to the side...ways glance....a question. She asks

Thank you for looking on in strong silence and standing tall for your own vision.....Much Respect Bandita e Corazon.
much love MAJICAH

Could eyes such as these have known life through a myriad of bodies and formless shapes... becoming she, over and over again? When she looks at me with the stories of infinite journies expressed wordless, I become the formless me that knows no limits...and I bow to her, for offering such gifts. She knows the center of the spiral which serves as the beginning of this one life, and she reflects this knowing into seeking eyes, to heal the gaping wounds of an orphaned species, one glance at a time.

her timeless presence and acTions of perfect kindness make me Love her in an a m a z i n g sort of a waY. is she a waterfall? maybee.