After the Storm


And after the storm we know more of peace don’t we?

As if the rain had drawn us in, to a quiet depth within

our spirits, our hearts filled

with deer in the deep forest

and leaves gently moving,

still holding

the rain drops.


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The Prayer Stone


In search of the prayer stone this morning, there were no ancient sages whispering mystical words from the dark corners of the forest.

And the sun was dull at times, as clouds ceased the calling of flowers, even their strength was diminished. Shadows prevailed.

I closed my eyes, waiting…..and then a glimpse of a word. So I decided to write a poem today…..after all.


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