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What is it we search for within the waves?
Is it simply the rhythm
of the earth washing our spirits,
or maybe a reflection
pulling from our memories within?
Mostly I think, we become……
at peace with ourselves.
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When we speak of peace, we not only speak for ourselves but also for the interests of others,
for the idea of peace is filled with wholeness, a sense of healing, a sense of safety and being protected,
a sense of being accepted, of being loved, and even having bread for our physical bodies.
May we all have peace.
Amen.
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In the wildflowers and green, summer can speak strength to us,
enabling us to let go of the struggle,
turning, and accepting the peace
living within.
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As I stand on top of the mountain,
where the pine trees face the wind,
two hawks soar
banking in my direction,
carrying strength in their wings
so that I can stand tall in the wind now,
encouragement fills me,
so I say, “Thank you my brothers.”
while sunlight dances
on the river.
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Note: From my archives.
We cannot own love and grasp it tightly,
but we are simply filled,
allowing it to move within us,
starting as a stream moving
into the power of a river,
even filling us as an ocean
untamed,
covered
by an endless sky.
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Note: From my archives.
What would an angel say if she visited you in the middle of the night? Would she dry your eyes, and wipe your tears?
Nah, she would probably say, “What, the hell are you so afraid of? It’s time to get your boots on, and don’t forget your shield.”
“Pick up that sword you used to carry so well. You need to get your fight on hon, so let’s go!”
“You and I have some dragons to slay……”
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Tucked away hidden, in core of our beings, with glimpses shimmering, light speaking
through a door open – but only half way, because we really don’t believe we are worthy, of being loved.
Do you here the voice of the light? You, yes you – are loved.
Note: From my archives.
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