In the depth of our beings, the very deepest parts,
poems are born,
where love seeks to dwell,
where there is a choice, a voice saying,
“Will you live in the light?”
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In the depth of our beings, the very deepest parts,
poems are born,
where love seeks to dwell,
where there is a choice, a voice saying,
“Will you live in the light?”
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The most beautiful poem ever written,
was most likely a prayer
never spoken,
simple words ascending
from a heart filled
with love, never ending.
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Our oceans hold so much of our poetry, filling us as we draw near,
speaking to us, living words, yet silent words
unlimited words, as our hearts flood
with the tangible.
And the flow is even more intense,
when the ocean meets the sky.
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On our deserted beach My Love, we can walk unhindered
joining hands, infusing each other
with peace, the waves speaking to our hearts,
as we close our eyes
seagulls swirl above
then quietly descend,
curious
about our prayers.
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Our eyes do see the words forming don’t they?
birthing new vision
from the deepest parts
of our hearts,
clearly speaking a new language,
not from this world,
transported words
and a poem,
from the very strength of our spirits,
so beautifully
and wonderfully
created.
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Death will not speak to us, when we lift our poems,
as banners waving
in the wind,
and our words we will fling
like javelins
straight
into the heart of darkness,
the Goliath we call hate.
And in the end, we win
because love always wins.
This
is our warfare.
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Our living words will reveal themselves
when we dwell in the depths of our hearts,
having been uncovered,
awakened really
by the power of the light.
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I was in one of my mountains, blending
so beautifully with the One,
a deep forest leading to the ridge,
but I saw smoke in the valley, and the sun
turning blood red
I prayed and I knew I could not stay,
at first I heard nothing
but the wind.
And then I heard that still small voice
saying, “Go my son,
you have brothers and sisters there –
still in the fight.”
Standing in the fight against hate.
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From my good friend Lionel – please see his original post. We stand together against hate.
All post for this week will be devoted to denouncing racism. “The moment we forget, we repeat.” – Lionel RACISM – prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one’s own race is superior. Synonyms: racial discrimination, racialism, racial prejudice, xenophobia, chauvinism, bigotry, casteism The belief that […]
Visions now of boot polish smeared,
a fast brush on leather,
ehoes of shouting, boots running, cascading down our streets,
stomping our bricks,
pounding our sanity, meanwhile
three brave souls in Virginia have perished
history haunting us, taking revenge
but may the gentle spirits – rest in peace.
I don’t really have a helmet, but I can sure make us some signs
for next time.
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