In the words of One... A poem channelled by lesley curtis
Like quivers from an artiste bow the words fall from my lips
The magic flies around my hair and through my fingertips
And as a child I walk through trees
And I hold them close to my heart
For I am just a wanderer
I’m just nature’s child
And through these eyes I beauty see
In all its shapes and colours
And all its smells and all its glory
The bird does sing upon the way flying through the trees
Fruit flies and blossoms, nature’s path
Woodpecking in the breeze
Even the mud calls out to me
And grabs me as I walk
Even the air upon the breeze moist with droplets as I talk
Even the geese as they squeak and squawk sitting on the sodden field
Even the thistle standing tall
This is natures yield
For nature yields herself to us without a thought of danger
And nature is the one true love
Horizons beckon out to me with trees so beautiful
Gold and browns and pinks and greens
In the words of one, blessed be
Well-being through Sound, Song, Voice and Meditation
