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| The Language of The Heart My Spirit Speaks by � Spirit Man Walking My father, Great Spirit, I can hear you speaking to me, for you speak to my heart, as a father teaching his children his language, which they will speak. As a child within my mother's womb I have started to speak this language; as my heart was the first thing to form, my heart would talk to my mother to be, floating with in the life giving waters, sending vibrations of energy throughout the waters that it floats with-in, reaching the shores of her heart. That would ripple back from the heart of the mother to the child's heart with energy of love and guidance, of abundance of encouragement. As the spirit takes form with in the womb, it starts to increase its understanding of the language, a dance has started, as it floats with- in the waters, being bathed, washed with purity, connected with the life line to its mother; the child to be, it's little legs and arms move with such expressions, sending out vibration of energy, as little ripples to the shores of who's heart that will listen. One would just half to rest a hand on the mother's belly to hear as the energy moves up your arm to your heart. Too talk back to this child, you would just rub your hand in a circle motion, clock wise on the mothers belly sending ripples back to the child, telling the child it's first teaching, the story of the circle of life it has started to walk, how it will see everything. When we are born, our life line disconnects from our maternal mother and reconnects to the mother earth, as we take each step, we must walk lightly on the mother for each step is a expression, sending ripples of vibration, of energy with in the mother earth, to reach other shores, not to disrupt other peoples vibrations of expressions but to blend together filling this earth with balanced energy. Each step is another level of speaking the heart language, so I must choose my words as I walk the heart language, placing each foot ever so lightly a pond the mother earth; as I speak gently to my mother, to my brother and sisters. As I walk the path of life understanding the heart language in its many forms, each step I take down that path, placing each foot, moving forward, ever so slowly, not to rush life, to absorb and understand before I place another foot down on the mother to speak from the heart. As I leave this earth, my life-line disconnects from the mother and connects to the spirit world, to be able to see that life line, one just has to look to the northern lights; in spirit I still speak the heart language for all I have to do is speak to some ones heart on the vibrations of the winds, the warmth with in a beautiful dream, the encouragement by spirit to day dream of a moment once shared, radiating warmth to their heart as they relived that moment. As a tear shed from a fond memory of love, of a loved one, of a special moment shared, is the greatest gift the heart can speak; then you have start to speak the heart language in it's strongest form. I have wrote this tonight after I came out of my prayer lodge lifting up my sacred pipe to the Creator, being with the old ones, I share this with you from the heart. Spirit Man Walking, Martin Clan, known by some as lone white wolf |
