Denise Kester:Forest Spirit

Denise Kester: Forest Spirit

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Forest Spirit

Denise Kester: Forest Spirit

She walks through the doorways
that feel like barriers
to those –
who are not fine-tuned in the art
of seeing the multi-dimensional quality
of life teeming with offerings of assistance
and filled –
with the helpful assurance of alignment
that reinforces the connected bonds between living things –
allowing access to the sacred source
of all things –
adding to the overall strength and fortitude of the Forest Spirit’s ability to steadfastly protect the birds and other small essential beings
of the forest –
with a little help from her friends.

Denise Kester  drawingonthedream.com

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Denise Kester: Forest Spirit

Denise Kester: Forest Spirit

She walks through the doorways
that feel like barriers
to those –
who are not fine-tuned in the art
of seeing the multi-dimensional quality
of life teeming with offerings of assistance
and filled –
with the helpful assurance of alignment
that reinforces the connected bonds between living things –
allowing access to the sacred source
of all things –
adding to the overall strength and fortitude of the Forest Spirit’s ability to steadfastly protect the birds and other small essential beings
of the forest –
with a little help from her friends.

Denise Kester  drawingonthedream.com

The fire burned hot
Everything gone
Nothing left
Nothing to hold on to
She had to let go
A bitter longing release
Yet
Out of the devastation
comes the alchemical
chain of events
that allows the
unexpected to take root

and rise, when it could not
rise before

The fire burned hot
Everything gone
Nothing left
Nothing to hold on to
She had to let go
A bitter longing release
Yet
Out of the devastation
comes the alchemical
chain of events
that allows the
unexpected to take root

and rise, when it could not
rise before

I am the sister of the moon and
kin to the silent owl in the night
that seeks the sleeping bear.

Quiet and reverent in the exquisite wonder of life,
with its cycles of death and birth.

Traveling through time, again and again,
With splendor and grace,
stumbling, again and again

I am here, recycled and transmuted for the glory
of the earth and the earthbound things,
that the Universal God Mind chooses to experience.

Ah, the beauty and depth of the dance that never ends.

So it is. And so, may it always be.

Denise Kester drawingonthedream.com