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In the spirit of the mountains we are confident,
having touched the sky, we can reach
now with our own spirits reshaped,
with wings extended
our wordflow
has a stronger heart.
And our poems can live
and breathe on the earth,
and move
in a marvelous way.
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As we turn towards the encouragement of the sun,
strengthened words will flow
into our hearts and minds
until they take shape escaping
as a poem
or a prayer.
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Surrendered moments within the depths of silence, the forest
a sea of green holding
our thoughts and prayers closely
as if we were filled now
with a quiet spirit.
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Scars won’t keep our hope in the darkness,
instead our words will live
within our poetry,
encouraging us,
strengthening us
each and every day.
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In each revelation of words, in each piece of light
a breakthrough
beyond our canopies
that cover our hearts
and minds,
into the realm of discovery.
Poetry lives.
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Did you think I was dead? I admit I look ridiculous standing in the middle of the forest,
enjoying the fog, listening for angel’s wings,
but I’m just waiting for the flame
of another poem, or at least
some simple phrases
to be lit deep within my heart.
So no I’m not dead, not yet.
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Being humbled by our poems we begin to see
the poet within each of us,
seeing our answers
with the eyes of an eagle
seeing wounds do not last forever, and that the poetry
will live and flow,
and move so suddenly
because our hearts
are so connected
to the sea.
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