A Waking Dream of Futures whispers

Landing in a land of mountains and plains, wind and fire, shadow and soul, The ground is strong not asphalt not carved stone I find a tree and sit for I've found earth and must catch my breath in my stillness I breathe 1.2.3.exhale with the wind the sounds of people present with nature's presence speech I do not understand yet but I feel it like remembrance the cold it is ever present yet it warms my heart and soul I slowly rise now to meet with presence a land of ancestral heart and presence as I walk I'm met not with slighted glances, but smiles and curiosity ever present I smile back and without thought I reach out to hug someone who's crying there is no need for spoken words here we both feel our earthly presence and in that moment we stand together share a smile and go our ways yet not seperate paths or directions running my hand on housing built for shelter not decedent living I feel the warmth and love brushing my fingertips with every motion smiling with tears I keep going ever thankful as the tears dry and the smile brightens Im invited to a gathering of those like minded, those of presence who live dancing between the shadows finding light wherever it glistens the night is young yet stars are effervescent the fire does not crackle it ignites the warmth around us with its sounds of presence the cold brings liberation and breathe here is breathless we find ourselves dancing not from knowing but from feeling it starts a circle lightly prancing hand in hand we then part in hands to join in spirits song and once the fire dims we clear to find beds for dreaming of us dancing into tomorrow's rhythm not you nor her nor I just us for we are all one you and I nature calls us for it is home we are part of its ever growing bones