It smells like
The essential oils
I rubbed all over my body
Asking for the veils
To be lifted
And red dirt
Oh,
The red dirt
I listen to
The winds
As I feel the vines
On my naked legs
And rock
Red rock
Oh,
The red rock
I see the shapes
And the colours
On the rock
Merging into its
Own
Shapes and
Colours
I wonder if
They tell
The stories
Of these
Words
One and the
Same
Words they
Have their own
Life
Like the wind
They will
Be the truth they
Are
Loud and
Strong
But oh so
Quiet and
Gentle
Sitting on top of
Blanchie
Looking at
You
Red,
Oh, so red
All this
Yellow
Burning inside
Setting behind
Are the flies a
Test?
Are you?
In the corner of
Our eyes
Sitting on my
Eyelashes
As I sit on top of
Blanchie
So loud
All the way
Inside my
Ears
All over my
Lips
All over my
Face
I scream
At you
Beg you to
Go away
At least not
In my face
I shout
But you are
Still here
Why?
Show me
Why
Oh, red rock
The life that you
Breath
Blows so
Wildly
Into my
Heart
Oh, red rock
The power of your
Spirit
Deepens so
Earthly
Through my
Roots
Oh, red rock
The shades you
Paint
Dance so
Freely
With my
Body
Oh, red rock
The wind you
Are
Flies so
Highly
Tuning my
Voice
Oh, red rock
The colours you
Wear
Awaken so
Vastly
What I
See
Oh, red rock
The scars you
Honour
Remind so
Majestically
The beauty of
Creation
Oh, red rock
The mystery you
Inspire
Vibrates so
Intensely
Out of my
Crown
Oh, red rock
The divinity you
Embody
Loves so
Unconditionally
Within my
Diamond
About the Creator
Raquel Teixeira
My mission is to spread LOVE! Dancing my dance of freedom in this beautiful flow of the energy we are. One with the Universe, co-creating a New Earth: Fairyland, Atlantis, Heaven, The Great Awakening; however we want to dream it. So it is!
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