I pray our songlines be
those of care and love.
Showing warmth and tenderness
for all creatures along our path.
That we look intently at a tree,
all the way up to the crown .
Stand peaceful and listen to its flow
The flow from the roots, branches,
to the utmost top.
Listen to the stream further on,
its unselfconscious purity and play
as it skips, bounds and sings;
Sunglitter in its hair.
Gently walk there, as not to hurt,
all the tender growth and life underfoot.
Dip your feet in the stream,
share its elation, feel freedom swell.
You might wonder where does this stream go
as it dances its way? I tell you, it is painting its
on its way to the river and the sea.
As can you and I as we flow,
through life’s varied events
over big boulders and smooth terrain.
Through light and dark.
May our soul portraits be filled
with wisdom and smiles.
Guiding songlines on the way to the sea.
© miriam ivarson