So often we move, and live in between the beauty of this season,
and the brutality we don’t want to see in our world,
may we learn how to dance, and to love anyway
accepting who we are, choosing to believe
in that hope we know still exists, filled
with dances of light
as we move forward
twirling,
each of us a graceful ballet
of love and new life.
Amen.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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Awakened by the falling, I move forward anyway
and I love
the way the light moves
filtering
through the leaves.
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P.S. Whenever I go through a difficult circumstance I seek to allow the light in.
The ancient poet Rumi taught me this. And even when I think
I cannot continue, I move forward anyway.
Peace.
Our poems and phrases will sustain us,
as long as we don’t turn on our backs
on the light of hope,
walk forward
and guard your heart.
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It has been a long time since I’ve done a thank you post so – thank you so much! You all are an amazing group of people!
I’m always amazed by your poetry, art, articles, reviews, and photography. You should all receive awards and make lots of money!
And I wish I could follow each one of you. Your support for my work is truly a blessing and humbling.
I’d like to make a recommendation for those that are beginning their blogging life here. If you want your blog to do well, please link it to social media. You’ll be glad you did!
The future is not only here now, it was here yesterday.
I’m really happy with where my blog is and my journey here….and you are the reason!
Thank you!
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When the peace of spring flows through me
I usually wait, and listen
in the quiet place,
in that part of me where I’m open
carrying a sense
of wonder
and awe.
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When our rivers run deeper, do we allow
our phrases, locked in secret places,
a place to roam, to meander
giving them permission
to flow?
through us, letting them go?
write from your heart.
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She noticed that in the wind swept valleys, poetry was waiting
some recovery words, a healing stream with phrases
even after the darkness fell, wind would pull her
through as light caught her wing, the good one,
she was never surprised really of how good
it was to come into the light again, or stand
on top of the mountain.
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A peaceful heart creates a wordflow
even more beautiful,
forgotten phrases
become real again,
hidden strength
arises.
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That injured wing, still filled with the wind and lifted her,
even with pain and dried blood she was carried
soaring into the clouds, aiming for the sun
not exactly refreshed but it was working
both wings were part of her now
looking down, she refused
any sense
of despair.
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Shifting winds blew through her long hair,
as she walked through the park
trying to make sense of it all, she couldn’t
and it didn’t, none of it made sense
all that she had been through,
yet spring was here,
and cherry blossoms roared within her heart
she knew hope,
was not far away, and she decided
that was enough for her,
it was more than enough
as the wind tossed
cherry blossoms into her hair.
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P.S. As a writer I find I can write easily with either a male or female voice.
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