The rhythym of the waves speaking to who we truly are,
we are spirit
and in the quieting of our inner life
we remember
it was not always this way,
there truly was a connection.
And I realize now
the oceans cleanse us
from who
we were never meant to be,
restoring us,
so amazingly.
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And I sought peace that day, gazing
into the infinite,
not as an umbrella
or linen garment
but more of a light
within my frame.
Purity.
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Within our survival, our wordflow can shift and change,
leaving us with a thin layer of grey,
yet the colors will speak to us….
calling forth that ancient mystery,
of poets pulling down inspiration,
from the sky.
Hope brightens
with the morning sun.
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Today as I walked I carried my umbrella shielding myself from the sky, a light rain,
and puddle splashing, in my old tennis shoes, that I really should throw away,
and I realized, I needed to maintain my peace, a sense of purpose and strength.
It really is difficult to watch the brutality and insanity of the far right…..
but I needed to let the grief and anger go……in spite of the numbers increasing, in spite of them denying science,
I can choose to be descended from the sky and birthed by the ocean….and besides,
those that live in darkness and leather are nothing more really…..
than spoiled children craving power and attention.
May we win our battle with the endless peace witnessed by the earth, and sky and oceans, flowing strong within us…..
against the rage of insanity.
Amen.
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Within peace, our spirits grow still, and yet
stronger,
the quiet within
refreshing us.
When you leave comments on my site I always respond with peace.
I not only want our world to be a more beautiful place, but I offer peace to each person
as a way of blessing. It’s a hope really, in some ways a prayer. That internally
we all will have a sense of wholeness, and well being.
That’s what the word Shalom means, and I suspect it’s something similar with Salaam.
Peace everyone, may we all be at peace….within.
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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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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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Winter hides within her wings
serenity
the beauty of a heart
quietly
searching,
listening,
for the voice of God.
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Hope runs strong in the heart broken,
yet searching the horizon,
believing in the healing
with a measure of success,
plundering
the kingdom of despair.
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As I watch from the back of our a house, a mystical snowstorm embraces, engulfs the top of the mountain,
following the ridgeline, wind howling, raging into swirls, some sleet falling, tearing
at the bare limbs of the forest, and I wonder can there be any beauty in the middle of a storm?
Or should we expect the fire of an ancient prophet, or maybe visions of a flaming sword?
A few minutes later a quiet snow descends, reaching our neighborhood, as the wind moves softly now,
and God speaks, this time using the pine trees.
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Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.
