Ancestors Breeze

I hope you all enjoy feeling connected to the spirit-worl at Samhain. Just breath through it hmmmm...

Ancestor´s breeze

Sitting at what once was a window
in what once was a castle
a soft breeze blows 
through my head,

through wat once will be a skull
where once were thoughts,
where my senses form now
a view of love of god
of changing seasons
and landscapes,

I´m a quiet ancestor
flowering through body,
opening up.

And now its time for dreams (again)
Goodnight,
Lauri