In the Stillness of the Lake

Peace

in the stillness

of the lake,

and I barely remember

what I was holding on to.

Let go. Be kind to yourself.

     

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In the Mountains

I found wordflow in the mountains,

healing for body,

and soul.

Hiking boots, and camera.

Note: I’m on a one day break today. See you very soon!

      

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Wildflowers Calling Forth the Sun

We are made from many streams, aren’t we? pieces of a larger river twisting

through open fields, our lives as a meadow thirsting, for nourishment, with wildflowers….

calling forth the sun, to the mud on the shoreline, we sense, we learn our direction,

becoming the very grain we dream about, and allowing the wind to gently move

through us, in the fields.

          

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Note: This may sound mystical but it’s actually about our hearts and whatever faith life we have.

Streams Meditation

Streams often meander, turning, descending,

flowing into our beings,

blending

strengthening our rivers,

our thirst for spirit satisfied

our dreams for refreshing

being answered,

until oceans fill us

encompassing even sunsets

over the waves.

Wordflow.

    

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Light Within My Frame

And I sought peace that day, gazing

into the infinite,

not as an umbrella

or linen garment

but more of a light

within my frame.

Purity.

      

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In the Golden Blue of Dawn’s Horizon

In the golden blue of dawn’s horizon, the poet awakens,

searching the skyline

absorbing the colors,

while shaping the words,

shape shifting his fabric

for phrases

and verse, as he summons

his spirit wings,

to write it all down.

     

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In These Woods

What words can I shape, to tell that in these woods

I am made strong?

That hope runs deep here,

through the veins of oak

and pine, and maple trees,

through the earth

lives the permanence 

the assurance of oneness 

where there are no shadows

to be afraid of,

how can I ever express Lord God

that I am never alone,

covered in the warmth

of the blue sky.

      

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Peace Walking

Peace walking was never mystical or miraculous

or even based on a special ray of light,

but simply allowing

the forest

or the mountain,

or even that sparkling ocean

to permeate our being,

filling us so amazingly

that we are lifted,

made stronger.

Let it go, and walk tall.

     

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Into the Rain

I’m dusting off my leather bound journal, finding my favorite pen, and I’ve put together a small stack of poetry books,

on the kitchen table, including one called, Hope in the Morning……and later a walk into the rain, down by the lake,

if it’s not too cold. I love how rain drops fall, on the water singing their own special music.

Right now though it’s time for some cheesy eggs and toast, dipping in my tea bag into a steaming cup

making English Breakfast tea. I love these rainy mornings……

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but been taking one day a week to recharge. I work alot

so I find it essential, and maybe we were made this way, but I didn’t pick a particular day, it just kind of happened.

So on late Friday afternoons until sometime on Saturday I’ll disappear, but only a little. I have preplanned a couple of posts.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

      

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Our Spirits Will Still Speak to Us

In this age where beauty and revelation are wounded

from disease and fear,

our spirits will still speak to us,

as if oceans still lived in our frames,

and as strength filters back into us

we will be confident once again,

standing tall

even in the mist and the ruins.

       

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