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| Water Lily Van Gogh |
It was the season of water lilies
floating in a pond of knowledge
enlightenment, passion and love
It was the season of dragonflies
shedding light and joy into our world
soaring heights of beauty and grace
It was the season of us...
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| The Sunday Muse |
We all need space to grow
tilting our faces towards the sun
turning from darkness to light
on common ground, unified
standing unwavering, side by side
a time of deep communing
braving harsh realities of life
planting seeds for tomorrow
expanding roots into the earth
bowing our heads in exhaustion
food for thought, heavy some days
but, our blooms will brighten the way
loyal
steadfast
optimistic
peaceful in nature
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Deep inside my heart
are words unspoken
with humbleness, I pencil
my intentions
on shiny stars and moon paper
wishing to release negativity
and evoke positivity into
the world
It is my hope that these
words will burn fueling
change in humanity
With love
Always
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author's note: This is based on a fire release ceremony
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Shelter me from the daily news
life ain't always a pleasure cruise
the dark storms keep rollin' in
prayin' for light and peace to win
Shelter me from tremors of night
my soul escapes on wings in flight
the outside world seems hopeless
I'm dreamin' of purple gladioluses
shelter me, creator
of grace
grant me a sanctuary, I can embrace
Shelter me from pain & loss
how many roads must I cross
redemption is a prayer away
wildflowers grow in disarray
Shelter me from the daily news
life ain't always a pleasure cruise
the dark storms keep rollin' in
prayin' for light and peace to win
shelter me, creator
of grace
grant me a sanctuary, I can embrace
Shelter me from hate and greed
good intentions should be the creed
a bouquet of sword lilies in my heart
when will this dark sorrow depart
Shelter me from the daily news
life ain't always a pleasure cruise
the dark storms keep rollin' in
prayin' for light and peace to win
shelter me, creator
of grace
grant me a sanctuary, I can embrace
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Peace and joy....
A poem, a song, a prayer, or whatever it takes to bring shelter to the heart & soul
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The weekend snow another reminder that winter had no plans to move on. I
turned the clocks an hour ahead. How can I spring forward? The earth is covered with
another six inches of snow. There are no visible signs of spring.
Weary from the day, I slip into bed, wondering where my dreams will take me. I set
an intention to find spring. Drifting into the dreamscape, I wandered lonely as a cloud.
On white fluffy wings, I soar seeking spring.
Below, the river ice jams are loosening. I see the raptors are on the move. A pair of
red-tailed hawks are courting, swooping and circling the sky. I hear a concert of
hooting owls, music to my ears. A red-headed woodpecker is adding percussion.
The songs of spring seems to be everywhere and love is in the air. Embrace it!
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Winter Be Gone writing Prosery and you must include the following line.
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"
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Art by Catrin
Welz-Stein You held my songs captive keeping my thoughts hidden but, love should be interactive dancing with life's inner rhythm
writing notes, pondering keys which will unlock inner dreams the stars and moonlight tease over the horizon, light redeems
my heart locked in a cage set it free, set it free, says the sage take a chance, on change
songbirds need freedom to sing which key will unlock the heart let's experience the beauty of spring we need to find a new place to start
opening the door to true happiness will you find the right note and key to fill the void of inner emptiness the songbirds need to be set free
my heart locked in a cage set it free, set it free, says the sage take a chance, on change
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