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The reason oceans release our spirits so easily, is that we can see ourselves
in the waves. So unlimited and yet contained within the boundaries
of our shorelines, our daily temples we live in, each day.
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In the deepest parts of our forests, the wind song usually sings with a softer tone,
etched bark with outstretched arms, absorbing the prayers more fully,
a sanctuary of quiet, where poets are born again,
and filled with healing words
for our listening spirits.
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Going deeper will
take us, so beautifully
beyond -our wreckage.
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Words of poetry healing, yet knowing the darkness,
the resisting, being absorbed by our deepest parts
to show us the walk, the pathway
and that all of our words
are leading us,
on our own unique
journey.
It is there, just walk.
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The winter sun follows me now, as I make my way through the woods
waking up the bare limbs, moving slightly with the wind speaking,
whispering true, that shadows never bind us,
and that the cold air
is a strong arm – against the night.
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May our sages and poets speak, with a prophet’s calling
bringing forth the best from our souls, and may our eyes be filled
with the light that heals, even the most broken
of hearts. May we speak
the healing.
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I don’t know what happened. I was minding my own business, when suddenly
the poetry filled me, taking over my pen, rising into my eyes,
filling my heart with light, so now I can see clearly.
Was it faith? Was it overcoming depression?
I don’t know, but one thing I do know –
I will allow the poetry to live
in my pen, releasing
an ocean into
my soul.
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