spirits talking

The spirits of the earth are calling
For what I'm not quite sure
Leading in quick glimpses of sight, sound and scent
I see the spirit of the trees, he knows something but does not tell
I hear the rustle of the spirit of the corn, what does he say but "I'm here"
I smell the scent of angels, bringing me calm.
So today I will just Pay attention to my earth
So that tomorrow, and the next tomorrows. I can protect her

Every Minute

Yes, I would die each day
I would wake up to a foreign world
to see with new eyes what only travelers may see
to seek the Spirit only, to walk between the veils
Yes, I would die each day
I would trust the universe to care for me while I explore
I may love all, they would be new too
I would not anger or worry, knowing all is there for me
Yes i would die each day
Do not rip me back to mindless living
Let me only be where I am,
truly, let me die each day.