To walk on her, stretching our legs over her, feeling our feet caress her, whilst breath and the fire of being make this miracle possible.
We are of her, she will heal us; will play with us. Approach her with awe and love. She will respond, she delights in our attention; she waits for her children to appreciate this miracle that has come about.
She will whisper secrets; all is made possible by our attention. Appreciation and attention kindled by love are the essence of shamanism.
The states of being available to those that would take them are inexplicable to the rational mind. Yet we are perceivers beyond the reaches of that mind.
If our whole life is within the purview of that mind then that is where we will stay. Our life sketched out by a bunch of habits and routines. The sheer joy of immediacy we once had torn from our grasp. This world is not safe death stalks us.
Man is coming into his own: Man is stretching his wings; he is barely a fledgling, yet he senses there are worlds beyond the nest. The sky awaits.
The nature of intent is unbending. We may arise in that perseverance, by giving all that holds us back to the earth. Our doubt our fear our pride. We are children we know nothing, yet in our pride, we rob ourselves, as we take on airs, and would pontificate, whilst this life passes by.
If we know nothing then our cup is empty and the universe will fill it with wonder. It is the way.
In quietness in breath we may hear our helper's call. Our cries are heard. Even if only in the heart of men. Man will come to an impeccability of being.
We have so much to celebrate and be grateful for. This is our gift. It is not of our doing. We are here and if our attention is not on our supposed problems then it is free for feeling, for magic.
We all have only one problem. We are beings that are going to die. . Smile, you have a treasure beyond belief. It is your life and your only true possession; this breath. Walk this earth with head held high. It is her joy for you to do so.