The darkness and coolness of the deep forest called to me today,
with streams and a river unending, my spirit went quiet,
listening to the bees and one stubborn woodpecker.
A tree stump became my chair as I was surrounded by the comfort of leaves….
I was even able to whisper,
a simple prayer.
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When we lift our heartsong in these times
of uncertainty and strife,
even our wings
will be restored
our voices strengthened,
through shaping our poems
and prayers.
Have you encouraged someone today?
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Where did we begin My Love? You were always my blue sky, drawing me into your essence,
and I became your rock, the earth under your feet, ruddy in appearance,
but we both got so lost in each other….. and found at the same time…..
I’m not sure how we happened, where it all began…..but I do know My Love, you will always carry my heart,
and we are safe
in each other’s arms.
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Note: Influenced by an earlier work.
As clouds drift in the endless blue, I lay my head down,
in the softness of the tall grass, dreaming.
I see visions of a peaceful world
of gentle moments in villages
meandering, along the river
a peace of green,
lovers undisturbed
where sky and earth embrace,
their people.
Such a long time ago.
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Well I do believe that I am lifted, and encouraged by having wings and yet in these times of smoke and ruins,
they’re actually essential for our very survival….not the dark wings of course, formed in fire,
and the storms of our scars, but the wings shaped from the earth, and sky and oceans, blended…
so beautifully with our heartsongs.
Some say rivers are more powerful, but I’m not sure that’s true. Both can run through us and within us
bringing us hope in supernatural ways……
Ain’t that amazing??
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Lines and phrases seeking to heal
through our pages,
bring health to our bones
and wisdom,
from the ages.
Poems from the most sacred space, the human heart.
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It was a matter of the light of course, I could see more clearly the beauty of our world,
and the value of people so different than I am….amazing colors and heartsongs.
So it was no surprise when I let the shifting begin, I was saying no to so many cultural ideas of doctrines,
and drama…saying no to people blinded by their own ideas, prejudice in so many ways, running through their blood. My own heartsong changed over time.
And that’s really how I became more accepting of people, although certain codes will always be true,
I’m different from who I was, a more benevolent spirit I guess, with a few swirls of silver now.
Hoping and wishing, everyone finds their own wings….and who they truly are.
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When he looked up, his heart was lifted,
covered in the blue sky.
And he realized it really was ok for his thoughts to be in the clouds, enjoying…
the brightness of the morning.
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Softer than jade and much more alive, oak leaves became his treasure that day, as a mystical wind
blew quietly through the trees, and sparrow song created a sacred space,
speaking…through the trees, of emerald poems and diamonds embedded…
in his prayers.
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With the windows to my soul fully open, I notice how poems and prayers take shape as I walk, in the deep forest,
seeing beyond a thinner veil, wrapped in birdsong, embraced by the coolness of leaves, and painted…
by sunlight streaming. All whispered into being…by the voice of God.
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