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resist peacefully
create poetry of hope
make a difference
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people carry signs
beep for our democracy
geese honk overhead
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pray for tomorrow
promises of renewal
hear mourning doves cry
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hosted by Sherry
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In the peacefulness of the setting sun
I drum sitting cross-legged upon the earth
the fibers of my being seemingly undone
my vision of the world becoming blurred
show me the way where the owls dreams
where the birds sing in harmonious song
where thoughts of love continuously stream
show me the place where my soul belongs
sunlight kisses the lips of radiant moonlight
drifting into the prairies where buffalo roam
a dreamer wanders into wondrous starlight
following heartbeats to a place called home
show me the way where heaven & earth meet
where the wildflowers grow strong and free
where deer sprint away from unknown streets
show me the place where my soul longs to be
in the peacefulness of the setting sun
I drum sitting cross-legged upon the earth
the fibers of my being seamlessly beating as one
following inner dreams, leads to self-worth
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hosted by Mary
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| “Swedish White Moose” by Vika Muse |
Beyond the burnt red sky
puffy eyes laden with tears
my heart heaves a long sigh
there is a place I have seen
past the crumbling rubble
there's a forest of lush green
here the white moose roams
his hooves the only noise I hear
steadfast in his natural home
strong and full of confidence
growing antlers, the cycle of life
living each day in peace and silence
light illuminates through the trees
fireflies flutter under moon's glow
enchantment in a soft spring breeze
"dare I rest for
this one night
slumber in the magic of a dream"
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hosted by Mish - writing to the artwork of Vika Muse
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How can we lighten this darkest song
through sun & moon's mystic eye
will humankind ever learn to get along
lost souls seeking a place to survive
how to right all this evil wrong
look into their terrified eyes
where has all the birdsongs gone
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hosted by Bjorn
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word "eye"
wishing all peace in your day....
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| The Sunday Muse |
braids weave the past, present and future
extensions of one's heart, soul and mind
strands woven together creating unity
threads of a dream standing alone are weak
but, once interwoven with another dreamer
visions manifest in the tongue of possibilities
sweet-grass the sacred mane of mother earth
purifies dark spaces to allow healing to flow
Interlacing harmony, love and respect
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mind, body and spirit working together to bring fullness in life
author's note: This photo reminded me of my grandmother. She never cut her hair and always wore one or two braids. As, a child she would braid my hair and share stories. Aging, she could no longer braid her own hair. Family members shared the task. I always felt a sense of peace and unity brushing out her knee length black/gray strands. While, I was braiding she would sit quietly and listen as, I told her stories about my days. There was a sense of honor and wisdom found in braiding.
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| The Sunday Muse |
How long will we perch on this fence
living in a world filled with discontent
to understand raven's hidden darkness
unravel the madness of consciousness
to understand deep wisdom of the owl
into the night you might have to prowl
even the dark skies, have stars to delight
leading us towards the morning sunlight
even the light, has moments of unease
grey clouds linger, shapes & forms tease
tethered, our souls long to be set free
from this vantage point it is hard to see
traveling between the light and dark
daring to dream, to the song of the lark
how long will we perch on this fence
living in a world filled with discontent
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peace, dreams and hope