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
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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
🌲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
-TIMELINE- There is no avoiding The shadow on the wall It follows my slightest move Inseparable companion, These strong hands weaken I cannot hold what
-THE SOUND OF LOVE- Listen, not to the words I say, But to the tone and rhythm of their sway. Listen, to the morning’s rising
-INVOCATION FOR THIS DAY- In devotion, I come and bring these words and thoughts, Entreating Source to me confer, To move my heart with love
TOGETHER “Wrapped in your arms Embracing me in part and in whole, Alluring smiles we offer, An ethereal taste of each other’s soul, As I