movements ~

like stardust;
still yet slow
intertwined with the Divine.
observing her at work is attentiveness of Spirit
in action.
it's allowing there to be time and space for each grain of red magic to pass through your palms.
the way in which she encompasses each valley of fire
as the dry, sandy winds make their way through
and all of the pretty cathedrals glimmer on the days she's told to be still and practice calmness.
the suns afterglow illuminates her shadows when she feels it's time to rest and needs air to refill her lungs with new breaths.
how the angels seem to make their way in the deepest depths of each crevice, only to be told to be a bit more patient upon arrival.
each and every unique arch are symbols for resilience, grit and determination.
how effortlessly their majestic structure and shape demonstrate to me the power of standing tall and living free.
her movements are calculated, yet precise.
sedentary at heart.
art in Her simplest form.

-note to self.