I am an instrument for the most high

A tool of the divine

I am a living, breathing miracle

The brightest light runs through my spine

Are you there, God? It’s me, Courtney

I’ve met you infinite times with infinite faces

A man, a woman, a mountain, a tree

I’ve even seen you in the mirror

Looking back at me through my own eyes

There are worlds unseen within me

In the cold chill of winter I can hear them beating

the drum inside my heart is it my ancestor’s song

The land is calling me home

return return return

back to the Earth

Come here, soul dancer

Let's whisper

About the cycles of the moon

Pyramids built so long ago

And cities that lay in ruin

From the depths of the dark ages

The next golden age is born

We all have something to fight for

When you’re buried in darkness

Look for the tiniest glimmer of light

Hold it in your heart

And fight

On warm summer breezes in my adolescence, I’d catch a faint scent of it with the wind. The garden. The garden. The garden of my Wider Self... Abandoned. Forgotten. Beckoning me Home.

The smell of gardenias and blackberries. Visions of rainbows, new growth and giant trees. A soul remembering of magic and sunshine, planted dreams and absolute, total freedom. It is my true home, my safe place, my heaven.

So, how could I ever leave it? How could I forget about it?