We sing to the Lightning Horses,
songs of somber,
through sacred reed pipes.
On this day the spirits laughed with us.
They were thankful that we understood and they gave us showers of rose hip marshmellows, after we learned to uncover them ourselves.
We have the courage to beatbox off mountaintops,
cliff jumping into fields of goji berry hay,
the courage to face ourselves and cry together.
We sing for you now great spirit,
songs to that the Lightning Horses will never be forgotten.
"I am the day, I am the dawn, I am the darkness coming on. I am once, I am twice, I am the whole, I'm just a slice. Some call me gone, some call me here, none are wrong, none are near. I am right now, I am back then, I will return, don't ask me when."
These are the words (the poem) that channeled through upon waking this morning, from an incredible dream ceremony. It was to remember the lightning horses. I will tag the people who were in this dream with me. (the main guide in this dream doesn't seem to be on facebook, Jedi from Grass Valley)
The quote was the first thing I saw on facebook this morning, reposted from Kim Ransdell, and spoke to me deeply.
I give thanks for lessons and adventures such as this, and promiss not to forget the lightning horses.