Awake when others are sleeping

Laughing when others are weeping

Fighting for soul

When others for pride

Don’t stop, don’t doubt

Just ride

Ride, ride, ride or die

I am all life

Light is carried through me

Guiding the lonely night

I come from where the sun hides for many months

I am not afraid of the dark

By Blanca Linder 1/11-2016

Feel that opening up?

That letting go?

‘Tis the sound of you moving higher; 
Do it with core of body

Do it in connection with roots, 

Not disconnecting them 

So that you can disappear,

Instead letting them 

Grow you higher

Stronger

Purer

Deeper into yourself

; Cleared
Feel that gratitude?

That acceptance of flaws

‘Tis the feeling of grace
Feel it knowing support

Never alone or without speech,

Child you are heard and held

Carried onward and shelled

To betterment and richness  

Of movement,

Ability to listen

Ability to act –

This time ’round;

Purer.