Feeling from the plains floor

Loving thy essence like the wind flowing twisting turning and dancing like the fury on the plains floor.

Like a storm settling on a place so devoid of life, the deserts violence of a summer storm. It brings a power that send trembles throughout our bodies and our minds. Even the most basic of animals take cover as it rattles their nerves. From the snake, to the scorpion, to the mouse and bird these feelings makes anyone scared and afraid of what will emerge. You begin to shake. Lighting crackles but not like anywhere on earth. The winds whip and call out to that Indian deity painted on the Carverian walls the Thunderbird. You call out from within too the power of god, like the deity bird. It's power of brings water and vegetation that grows in time. Its symbol was drawn on the face of American Indian Warriors, while preparing for a war. Its said, to add power and speed to the wariors fight. This fight started within and echo of the past. Lighting came flashing from its beak and its wings brought thunder that echoed across the floor everything was fixed nothing could be ignored. It believed true according to paintings on the cave walls. Its power was venerable and alive affecting all that was remanded inside, without question in its path. You could only take cover and crawl up or hide while inside you listened to its deep penetrating sounds from the grand base, the kettle drums and highest some of the sounds of an Orchestra and a Grand Symphony... These feelings that have been forced upon you echo and reflected our internal pain, deep and wide it deforms and changes your insides, making it physical, since we are the building blocks of life. So the season comes and goes like the recording of time and in many cases lives on in memories for a lifetime. Like a cactus drinking the water from the storm and stored it deep within for the longest of times. But within us its not a choice it shows how life can hurt and we live in this painful season with ups and downs throughout our time...sometimes without even a word or a cry. Our storms are deep unlike the desert floor where we live throughout any tragedy it just stays within our minds. They are triggered repeating over and over frozen in time. Its like the oceans surf and the tides that continue to crash and impede and blind our lives. So it postulates, no one knew this person lives with so much tourcher they just go on... Just knowing that its true a storm is within deep grays, hanging over your life never just rolling through they come with the pressure of the movement of today and the past in our minds eye. Crippling echo’s of the past. Remember to be kind and know its all right to hear the roar across the floor since it will pass through you and its now a memory nothing more.