karryleena
Sometimes-I feel your heart residing with mine. I miss you more than mere words can express. My love for you spans beyond the horizon.
You know! Beyond the horizon...
where souls journey
where truth runs naked and love lives unscathed.
Beyond the pain of letting you go- beyond the pain of your leaving.
You surely know! My love for you is beyond recall
Dressed in native attire of feather headdresses and seed-leggings called “chachayotls” Aztec dancers take the hands of incarcerated men and begin weaving a story to the beat of the sacred drum.
Weaving a thread of kindness, weaving another thread of understanding, these incarcerated men begin breaking the chains imprisoning their hearts, souls and minds. Soon these threads vibrate with warmth from hearts beginning to open, as cautious smiles burst into laughter. These vibrating threads merging together, are weaving a beautiful new fabric –called- “Friendship Dance”
Dressed in native attire of feather headdresses and seed-leggings called “chachayotls” Aztec dancers take the hands of incarcerated men and begin weaving a story to the beat of the sacred drum.
Weaving a thread of kindness, weaving another thread of understanding, these incarcerated men begin breaking the chains imprisoning their hearts, souls and minds. Soon these threads vibrate with warmth from hearts beginning to open, as cautious smiles burst into laughter. These vibrating threads merging together, are weaving a beautiful new fabric –called- “Friendship Dance”