In the poet’s heart we hold the light dancing with colors
filling our phrases shaping,
guiding, directing the surge of words
through us
the intensity into our pens,
confident.
And in our decreasing
we seek a river
or an ocean
dolphins playing in the waves
to fill us
once again.
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As I sat by the lake today, a prism of light reflecting
I wondered how water could hold
so much calm within us, for us,
filling our very core
giving us a sense
of wholeness.
And somehow the water….
becomes part of us.
Meditation.
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I was in prayer, walking deep into the woods that day, when I caught a glimpse of light out of the corner of my eye.
I stopped and noticed a shape fading in and out, a man dressed in the clothing of the First People.
Sea shells and talons hung dangling from his shoulders. Two feathers were tucked in his head,
tilted a certain way, which told me he was both a warrior and a messenger.
Was that a bird in his hands? When he raised his hands a set of wings was released, as he chanted blessings to the sky.
A strong wind began blowing through my hair, when I knew a strong peace had filled me, from the most ancient of times.
He was gone in a peel of thunder…..and I knew the Creator had spoken,
in a way
I could understand.
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As ice releases its grip on the trees, bands of gold slice
through the forest, quicker than knives thrown,
it is a wonder how hawks can see
in the brilliance of the dawn,
and how the first flowers
can be so brave.
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As the willow bends, so too our spirits in the direction of light,
silence is a teacher, planting
stronger seeds.
Yet, we were not born on top of the mountain,
people, it really is people
that infuse
and shape us,
encouraging our identity.
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The most ancient of poets and sages, never saw you carry your fire My Love,
never had visions of your birth, and never knew of the vastness
of the oceans in your eyes,
but I knew, I knew
from the moment I saw you,
completely undone, by the power
of your starlight.
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Only her head bobbed above the water now, after swimming beyond the waves and into the open sea.
She refused to feel the coldness of the water as she searched the night sky, kicking her legs and moving her arms in front her to stay afloat,
waiting for the colors to begin. Then the yellow began streaking across the starry sky,
then orange appeared and a deep rich red…..it wouldn’t be much longer, she thought.
The colors so permeated the sky that they filled the air around her and the sea….It was not a reflection,
but an infusion dispelling the darkness. She would wait a few seconds more before dunking her head…..
and there it was! A strong streak of purple, symbolizing her future love…..filling the sky, the sea,
and all of her being……into her hair trailing behind her. Would she find him in time?
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Note: This is a story I’m working on. If you like I can share a little more. Yes I do write fiction too!
