Like Horses in My Dreams
I am open to receive
To believe
In the powers that guide my spirit
Apaches
Like the feet of my ancestors
Running and roaming
Taking root in the now
In being
Exactly where I need to be
This desert
Once a primordial sea
Buried secrets
Fundamental truths
The veil is almost nonexistent here
The sun sinks into the Davis mountains
At night the spirits roam
Like horses in my dreams
Thundering hooves
Shaking the ground around me
Tectonic plates
Shifting
Energies
Shifting
Learning how to unlearn
Walking to crawl
Such beauty in this slow living
In lunar cycles
In knowing
That I am receiving
All that I need to grow
Into who I’ve always known was me
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