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I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase
expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me
but I am cleansed mostly
fig leaves never hiding me
or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,
waiting to write. So I begin again….
We all have a story.
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As the wind moves through the tall grass of the mountain
with a soft voice, a whisper really
reminding
we are of the earth carrying
fragments of soil in our veins,
pieces of clay in our bones
and an echo of the divine
in our skies.
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In the wild wind down by the lake today, my hat blew off
and flew away, while the Mallard snickered
and the heron smiled silently.
I know he smiled
he was holding back a laugh.
I saw him with my own eyes,
no really, I did.
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Perhaps all we really need is to lose ourselves
on a quiet wooded trail,
lifting our heads to the warm caresses
of the sun on our faces,
to fill our lungs with the air
from blue skies,
to embrace the power
and the beauty
of all that was made.
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In the warmth and softness of the April sky,
clouds gently move sometimes
covering the sun
as shadows descend
covering the cherry trees,
but only for a moment.
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A Great Blue Heron guarding the lake,
but the fish
are fair game.
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Note: I’m going out of town today but I will return soon.
In the solitude of a snowy day the flow runs so much better,
doesn’t it? An internal flame lit
leading our writing
from the heart,
from the peace
of our spirits.
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