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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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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Take my hand My Love, and walk with me,
where we can discover
being alive again,
among the green leaves
and vibrant colors.
Breathe My Love,
just breathe.
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On a quiet morning, with daffodils tossed in the wind,
and cherry blossoms beginning to fade,
I smell the rain coming, and search the clouds
dreaming of yesterday’s sun,
and some calming
meditation.
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Note: From our house we can usually see the rain coming our way, over the mountains, and we often smell it in the air.
Even behind our masks, we carry those wings unbroken
of hope lifting,
of untarnished strength,
and even if they should get damaged
they always grow back again.
Ain’t that amazing?
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As my spirit drifted out over the water
I realized the ocean still held so much
light and sparkle,
and in the same way the sky held
our prayers,
keeping them safe,
tucked away in the clouds.
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Sky reaching into our spirits declaring
the beauty of our world
in the simple movement
of clouds,
and birds
in the tapestry of blue.
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And I saw the edge of a hawk’s wing filled with wind,
while the crow lived in the shadows waiting his turn,
but within a whisper
I was brought back to earth,
the smell of lavender and vanilla,
My Love rolling over,
planting a kiss on my cheek.
Her smile saying,
“Good morning”.
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In the clouds turning, slowly rolling in on themselves
light forms and fills
pushing away shadows,
and I realize heaven
is even closer,
than I ever dreamed.
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When peace calls us, in our need to pull away,
our heart will lead us
to the unseen
beyond shadows mysterious
to be filled
with spirit….. and light.
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