Author: Tru Guy

Poetry

THE QUIET HOURS

THE QUIET HOURS It is in the quiet hours When drops silently fall From a heavenly branch As will and cadence Blend stillness and motion

Poetry

LOVE CANNOT BE POSSESSED

LOVE CANNOT BE POSSESSED Love is something we cannot possess, For we ARE Love The idea of possessing love comes from the ego Love is

Poetry

BESIDE MYSELF

BESIDE MYSELF I stood on a road Whose path I did not choose Whose view was only partial Maybe at the next curve I will

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🦋CHANGE, LIKE A BUTTERFLY🦋

🦋CHANGE, LIKE A BUTTERFLY🦋 Change is all around us Everything is in constant movement Rest does not come from trying to stop movement Rest comes

Poetry

🌲TIME WITH THE TALL ONES🌲

🌲TIME WITH THE TALL ONES🌲 I spent time with the Tall Ones today Wisdom elders Rising gracefully to the celestial Grounded deep Into the neural

Poetry

SIMPLE THINGS (Series #2 Music)

SIMPLE THINGS (Series #2 Music) The response of a sweetly-toned heart beating to the sounds of music that are woven and strung together like lyrical

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SIMPLE THINGS  (Series #1)

SIMPLE THINGS  (Series #1) Big things fall away like lofty escarpments slowly dissolved into grains of sand from the patience of time through wind and

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TELLING OUR STORY

TELLING OUR STORY Stories…we must tell them. I heard it said once that God created humans because (s)he loves stories. We must etch them out

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I SEE MYSELF

I SEE MYSELF I see myself today Not the self I am familiar with Not the self I say I am, The self-comforting view shaking