meditation – Ancient Skies

The Much Greater Love

Our frames will carry the much greater love,

when our spirits are filled

with the quiet solace of peace,

and our bodies and minds

are rested.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Walking in the Late Autumn Light

Strengthened and walking in the late autumn light,

awakens some part of us

deep within,

a knowing perhaps,

an idea dawning

of a tangible wholeness.

In the peace of slowly falling leaves.

Looking for Our Places

We often look for our places, our spaces of safety,

insisting there must be some hope within our depth,

the trusting heart.

Have you searched the sky today?

Seeking the Peace

On that day, answers remained without their questions defined,

so I ascended into the sky, seeking the peace

that surpasses all understanding,

it was my spirit that knew,

more than my mind,

it was always my spirit…..

so I ignored the early

and the latter storms

until my wholeness was completed….

it wasn’t easy though,

is it ever really easy?

Blue Softly Whispering

Words sifting, shaping, even ascending

through my heart

from the gentle depths,

of blue softly whispering

from a day of rest,

spirit expanding,

stretching forth

as if it was new.

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Snowflakes Decorate the Dawn

Poems often whisper from the echoes of our heart,

as the wind moves me,

snowflakes decorate the dawn.

Blue Meditation

In the blue….I see the color of both water and sky,

and in the richness of sunlight

I wonder

and hope,

our people will survive…

Climate.

In Each of Our Hearts

In each of hearts lives the love, the flow

to create another poem,

to write beyond

what have always known.

To bring healing, and

amen.

The Winds of September

As summer begins to surrender her storms,

pine trees sway

in the winds of September.

And hope transforms another heart,

into the wordflow,

of another poem.

Seagulls Hover, Floating on the Wind

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Seagulls hover, floating on the wind mostly white wings,

dipped in black

ignoring the shadows of the coming storm

I turn to My Love and her eyes are closed,

as she whispers a prayer

and I realize, perhaps comprehend

the peace of the waves,

and the healing

of a blue sky

yet remaining…

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