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.

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Seagulls Hover, Floating on the Wind

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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Restful Peace

When our bodies are at rest,

our minds and spirits build

a more meaningful peace,

deep within. And in that way,

we actually become

stronger.

    

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Note: I’m on a day or so of rest. I’ll see you soon.

Ocean Wind

There are times when the wind from the ocean is malicious, yet on this day he noticed the wind was carrying a particulate peace from the depths,

moving beyond the weight and heaviness below the surface, instead moving determined, up and over,

towards the shore, and through the pines trees, winnowing. Finally swirling around his face, around his being,

whispering words, that lifted his spirit in an unknown language, sort of like music. So in a deep breath, he let it all go…..

How is it that the wind seeks us, until we are encouraged?

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Breathe Deeply

And in my dream I was drawn to the surface of the ocean, as if coming alive again,

or hearing for the first time, with My Love whispering, “Breathe deeply” and she said….

“you will find your significance, the freedom of your spirit….if you will only open…”

It was then my lungs filled, taking in….the purest of air.

      

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Softer than Jade

Softer than jade and much more alive, oak leaves became his treasure that day, as a mystical wind

blew quietly through the trees, and sparrow song created a sacred space,

speaking…through the trees, of emerald poems and diamonds embedded…

in his prayers.

      

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In the Coolness of Leaves

With the windows to my soul fully open, I notice how poems and prayers take shape as I walk, in the deep forest,

seeing beyond a thinner veil, wrapped in birdsong, embraced by the coolness of leaves, and painted…

by sunlight streaming. All whispered into being…by the voice of God.

          

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Encouragement Today

Encouragement today,

allow peace

to fill you,

to wash

your worries away.

     

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Note: This is a pre-planned post.

Our Spirit Wings

We will know the peace internal,

recognizing,

the colors of the wind

when we reach out,

with our spirit wings.

     

Note: I deeply apologize but I don’t think this loaded properly today. I’ve had this happen before, so I will try it again. Again I apologize.

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Poems from Our Wordflow

May our poems emerge from our wordflow,

shaping themselves to encourage

from the stillness

of our peace within.

     

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