Little Singing Bird

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Sand Journaling: 12/9/2022 Birdie Prompt in Sand

One little bird, singing in the sand.
A paintbrush jumps in, to paint the melody.

Inside the sound of chirping,
are little rhythms and sayings
each one conveying, a word to stop the swaying.

Stay in the moment, this will keep you right here
especially if you’re tempted to take a major swerve.

Here is some tea, to remember your belly,
stay attuned right there, to prevent the overwhelming.

In your heart remember, the lark of joy and peace
in this way you’ll keep from being too easily fleeced.

Remember in your spirit, that soars with mine above,
despite the noise and chaos, you are deeply loved.

Even in the silence, that deafens hearts and minds,
we can find peace and solace, living in these human times.

Play with imagination, its bounds are not well defined,
then we can play with colors, patterns, and with lines.

As the bird kept singing, the brush began to dance,
it took up its bristles, and decided to take a chance.

It danced around the bird, making patterns in the land,
moving to the rhythm, shifting the little grains of sand.

Suddenly, without warning and not taking incredibly long,
a crazy animalistic group joined in making quite a throng.

They too were dancing, making patterns in the land,
and that little sweet brush, began to understand.

Dance the dance you’re given, let the sand move underneath,
and quite before you know it, you’ll be in divine heart’s keep.

As everyone dances to the little chirping bird,
so many more hear, the patterns of every little word.

They too will start to dance, the music is so enchanting,
but they will be themselves, restored from fears primal planting.

It’s all the same chirping, with buckets full of brushes,
and with all this sandy dancing, you’ll see just how my love gushes.

G. Warbler

12/9/2022