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In the focused breathing of our humble frame, we can draw in
a sense of peace, and our spirits can take wing
soaring within the heart of the mountains
being filled. And yet do we have the eyes
the heart song
to see the One?
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When lovers whisper of blankets and leaves they find
true victory in surrender,
in the letting go.
Accepting the beauty and power
of the colors, with snows
of winter following us
to finally the rebirth
of the earth
in the spring.
Each a time
for love,
and embracing.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
In our spirits, the very core of our beings,
lives a special place, a sacred space,
moving us beyond
our tears, our fears,
into the quiet side
of our hearts
where poetry is born.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, revised 2018, ancient skies, originally posted July 2017
It was 11:30 PM when he made his last cup of coffee, stirring in the creamer while the rain pelted his kitchen window.
It was the wind that sent sheets of rain, lashing out in waves again and again. He was glad to be home.
It wasn’t much of an apartment but it was peaceful. Dimly lit, he kept only 2 lights on, like his father had taught him.
Should he read the paper? He headed for his chair. He realized nobody really read the paper anymore, did they? He decided instead to get out his travel book – the one on Ireland.
Someday he wouldn’t be working 18 hour shifts at the hospital anymore.
It was 12:10 AM when he fell asleep in his chair, the book still open on his lap, as he dreamed of a cottage by the sea.
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Within the power of our oceans, in the depths
of our unlimited
lives the source of strength
we have sensed, deep
within our hearts
quietly residing
waiting for us
simply
to surrender our pain
and embrace our healing,
the peace
we were always
meant to have.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Our hearts will be strengthened in proportion to our rivers
as the sunlight confirms our calling that yes,
we can walk in the healing and give,
even more than what we need.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
The beauty of nature often moves our spirits
beyond words
into the realm of prayer,
and meditation
even into the quiet
beyond
what we can see.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
