Ocean Meditations II

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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.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Today in the Rain

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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.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Peace Within Refreshing Us

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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.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The Primal Dawn

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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.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Mystical Snowstorm

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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.

           

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.