Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comFury in the Forest
~ Carol Dixon
I lay quietly in wait like a patient hunter,
Anticipating my time.
Images of greatness fed the consciousness
Often overlooked by those who fail to understand what I am.
Knowing static turbulence in the air I breathe for life
Could electrify a spark, a charged bolt,
Knowing an arrogant human would inevitably be careless,
Bringing my chance to prove my immense power,
Knowing that then they would learn to respect.
The fates were with me.
A brewing storm whipped the clouds with lightning,
Frightening a careless camper
Who left too quickly to douse the seeds
That would become my humble birthplace.
And now I am gloriously reborn, Growing, expanding, manifesting my power
As I feed the neverending hunger that is my life.
I savor the dry and dead things,
Understanding that they will nourish me and give me strength.
I feel my power surging, pulsing, as I gain new heights.
Reaching out with flowing tendrils I lick the trees,
Relishing the crackling as they yield to my force.
My strength and speed are one.
As one grows, so does the other.
Drunken with the essence of my power,
I singe the frightened fauna as they race
From the heat and power of my being.
I dance through the forest,
Causing all to blacken and bow beneath me.
Frenzied with hunger,
I push on with instinctual speed,
Eating faster and needing even more with every leap.
Glorious freedom!
The world is mine!
How long can I live on in this incarnation?
How far can I go before they stop me
With their trenches and chemicals,
Or before I am slowed by a deluge from the angry clouds?
It is a game, but they fail to understand.
They miss the subtleties of my wait,
The excitement of my birth,
The glory to be seen in my rapid growth.
Though awed at my power, they still remain careless and dependable.
For I know that they will continue to be unwitting participants
In the game of my life,
As they have been since they first became my partner.
Conscious
~ Carol Dixon
Sleepers awaken
One by one,
Opening, seeing, knowing,
Raising vibrations,
Blending in harmony,
Creating healing melodies of oneness...
As the Earth renews
And celebrates their return.
Along for the Ride
~ Carol Dixon
Floating freely,
Aware,
Letting go with intention...
Not a puppet,
Not a log in a flood,
Not out of control...
Control redefined...
Attempts to create,
To plan a destination
Through pinhole view
Finally abandoned,
Seen for the faulty image
Of power they present.
Floating without effort,
Secure in the blanket of One,
A tourist on a cosmic ride,
Plucking nuggets of meaning
From the trees of life
Lining the lighted path
As it flows through the intricate web
Of the universal tapestry.