The space between our scars was always meant
to open up the light…..
into our darkened fragments,
never to leave us alone
wondering.
It was always light bending
to make us whole.
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Note: Influenced by Rumi but the poem is mine.
Poems often whisper from the echoes of our heart,
as the wind moves me,
snowflakes decorate the dawn.
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Spirit poems and the shape of our prayers,
will be much more beautiful,
so much stronger
when our bodies and minds
are at rest.
Wordflow resting.
Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, and will return in a day or so.
Peace.
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The clouds spoke to me that day bringing me a peace,
and a sense of wonder,
an in filling of spirit
of what I used to know…..
as wholeness.
Healing from the sky.
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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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As clouds drift in the endless blue, I lay my head down,
in the softness of the tall grass, dreaming.
I see visions of a peaceful world
of gentle moments in villages
meandering, along the river
a peace of green,
lovers undisturbed
where sky and earth embrace,
their people.
Such a long time ago.
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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.
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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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