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
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
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
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
🦋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
🌲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
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
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
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
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
CYCLES OF HOLY GRACE As with the mysterious coalescence of magnetism allowing for the many creative manifestations of nature; the germination of what becomes a