The river slowly flowing, around logs, over and around rocks,
as if silence was waiting,
a peace settled in over the water,
or was it filling those empty chambers
I had prayed about?
No matter, river peace
had descended in its special way,
once again.
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The white blur of wings descending,
following the infinite line
of two blues converging,
as rocks on the shore count
the rhythm of waves.
He leans against a pine tree
and closes his eyes,
focusing
on a prayer.
Seagull wings.
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The calmness of the river in the woods
filled my soul,
as logs and stones
guided the flow, and the coolness
of leaves and tree limbs
enveloped me.
Peaceflow.
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I found wordflow in the mountains,
healing for body,
and soul.
Hiking boots, and camera.
Note: I’m on a one day break today. See you very soon!
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On a quiet morning, with daffodils tossed in the wind,
and cherry blossoms beginning to fade,
I smell the rain coming, and search the clouds
dreaming of yesterday’s sun,
and some calming
meditation.
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Note: From our house we can usually see the rain coming our way, over the mountains, and we often smell it in the air.
As my spirit drifted out over the water
I realized the ocean still held so much
light and sparkle,
and in the same way the sky held
our prayers,
keeping them safe,
tucked away in the clouds.
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When I walked that trail where the mountain meets the sky
I felt the sun breaking through,
filtering, dancing in the pine trees
and I decided right there
to walk in the peace
I’d been given
carrying the light
of who
I was always meant to be.
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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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In the spaces between snowflakes, winter’s breath unfolded,
reminding us of prayers breathed,
from our wilder moments,
when we actually did
have some faith,
when snow covered mountains
held us,
and God spoke healing,
in the whispers
of the wind.
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Rivers run deep within the poet’s heart
reaching out,
reaching in
writing down,
the wordflow unseen.
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