It was one of those primal dawns,
with the world not yet awake,
and a chill
in the cold night air still lingering,
the earth was so quiet pausing
without rotation,
without wild revelations
only the beginning of the sun
in the quiet of the night ending
bringing a thrill, a wholeness,
even without chimes,
until one single robin began
to sing her chorus,
lifting the sun even higher……
and eventually
a new day began.
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The most beautiful words I have ever heard,
have been quietly spoken,
a softness of spirit
gentle whispers,
making all the difference…..
creating
a powerful beauty.
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When the reflections of who we think we are, become empty
do we have enough left over
to reach within?
to reach out shaping
our foundations once again?
And will the clouds in the sky drifting
be able to protect us,
as we risk dreaming?
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As the rain turns to a drizzle, an unexpected liturgy evolves,
with each petal,
of each flower singing
opening with a chorus
to the brightness of the sun.
Springtime so green.
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Love is not in the taking but in the giving,
not wrapped up in ourselves
but in the importance
of the other,
humble, yet expanding the heart
will always stand when others fall.
And love will bring peace
running swift and strong.
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As I sat by the lake today, a prism of light reflecting
I wondered how water could hold
so much calm within us, for us,
filling our very core
giving us a sense
of wholeness.
And somehow the water….
becomes part of us.
Meditation.
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As our peace grows within our essence
our rivers will deepen,
filling our spirits with remarkable colors
and strength,
changing us, shaping us
into who
we had always hoped to be.
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