Whispering into the Woods

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When I whispered into the woods today,

into the peace,

into the quiet waiting,

poems escaped

and prayers took shape lifting themselves

far beyond the tallest trees,

and I realized I was filtering

through the sunlight and the shade.

We need both really

to understand

our own

heart language.

     

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The Wings of Birds Soaring

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Wordflow only holds onto the healing of poetry

as long as bitterness is cast away

spinning, descending

back to where it came from.

Our best work

lives with a heart running strong

like prayers on the wings

of birds soaring.

      

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Words Spoken

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Well I received a notice the other day from wordpress saying I’ve been blogging for 5 years!!

Thank you again for all of your wonderful support here. I wish I could follow each one of you.

I don’t write out of some psychological need, and I certainly don’t write here to make money! Although it would be nice to have some books to sell. 

I write simply because the words live within me. They simply flow.

Here’s a poem for today:

Words living within not to be hidden

or tucked away

but meant to be spoken

or written

from the heart.

   

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The Words I’ve Been Carrying

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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.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies