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I was in one of my mountains, blending
so beautifully with the One,
a deep forest leading to the ridge,
but I saw smoke in the valley, and the sun
turning blood red
I prayed and I knew I could not stay,
at first I heard nothing
but the wind.
And then I heard that still small voice
saying, “Go my son,
you have brothers and sisters there –
still in the fight.”
Standing in the fight against hate.
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Nature will hold us closer as we accept the embrace,
accepting the sky,
refusing the shadows
while guarding our hearts
with the love
we’ve been given.
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In the heart of our poetry, there is a light worth keeping,
a piece of the sun
to strengthen and encourage.
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In the peace of our mountains the victory is won,
embracing the oneness,
letting go of the storms,
and covered, in the hope
of the unending blue.
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When the bluebird sings she lifts her voice, as a prayer for us
that we will be encouraged, focusing on the beauty
filling us, seeing the deer
in the wildflowers,
breathing in the coolness
and the strength of the forest,
conquering our own mountains.
And as we smile, the bluebird’s faith
becomes even stronger.
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Image from Audubon via google
video from youtube
As I lift my eyes my spirit flies,
into the white clouds
over the bay,
as every part of me
embraces
a sense of peace.
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Summer,
ocean waves pulling us in, drawing us closer to a sense of rest,
as we feel more comfortable with our own peace,
knowing
seeing pieces of who we once were,
we invite the silence
of our own hearts,
saying quietly, “yes”.
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