Moment’s Joy

Wrote this a while back to remind people to live in the moment and enjoy every moment!

 

Use your good china for breakfast;
your obituary is written the following day.
Enjoy good wine – drink slow and sing;
the tombstone is carved next week.
Love the world – walk among the trees
on a Tuesday;
just because.
Funeral tomorrow at 10.

Copyright Vallee Rose 2016

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Stillness

Clouds appear still til they float away;
a flower lays dormant til the birth of day.
Moon overhead hanging up in the sky
lighting the night til the time to say good-bye
as once more a day is born
and crickets are quiet as we begin the morn.
Breezes blow to wake the sun;
leaves dance… the day has begun.

Lights turn on in houses next door.
Here we go again always asking for more.
TV blares and car radios loud
as if people have to say: “Look at me Proud”.
Brains wiz with thoughts of a raise
putting my sentiments into a daze.
Where did the stillness lose its’ grip?
Was I mistaken and only took a trip?
So I quiet my mind and close my eyes.
Thank goodness the stillness is still inside.

Copyright Vallee Rose 2014

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Returning to the Light

I used to write hundreds of poems and posted in a site called poetry.com.  I started writing at age 10.  Recently people have been perusing those poems again so thought I would share one today….

The fears we hold, you cannot sleep.
You toss and turn slipping into the deep….
abyss in your mind as you think and despair
when in truth you only need to repair…
those joys of knowing the Giver of Life,
the One and only who takes away strife.

And yet you dwell in the hell you make
worshiping those gods that are truly fake.
For how can we know our Creator, our Light
until we let go and walk into our night…
the dark of our souls, the pit of our hearts.

Yet once we reach those, we can truly start
to remember our place, that life isn’t a race
but a time to breathe, a time to be relieved,
a time to remember the webs we weave
as we walk our journey through that last night
and into the only true thing….  our Light.

Copyright Material Vallee Rose 2016

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Photograph by Vallee Rose New Mexico Sunset

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Empaths

I wanted to write this for all of those who feel too much, sense too much and overall get overwhelmed in this world.    As highly sensitive people and empaths (they are different). we often have feelings.  Remember it is always your choice how you respond to them.

~ EMPATHS ~

 

Raw and exposed – we feel what all feels.

We hear what all hears.

Our hearts ache with compassion.

Our souls yearn to have peace.

Yet the world continues with hatred and greed

killing other humans in the name of God.

Our God is loving no matter the religion.

Our Lord is forgiving regardless of which church.

As empaths we grieve, we feel, we cry and…

lastly we attempt to hurt ourselves to relieve the overwhelming pain.

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TRUTH

It awakens the breath

as the sun barely touches the morning dew.

It arrives as the chitter-chatter of the birds

begin to welcome the dawn.

And as leaves on the trees

turn a majestic green.

It comes on the rays of the sun

as they caress the mountain tops

sending cascades of love

into the valleys below.

Fish swim among the river rocks

knowing day has begun.

The world stirs with yawns and smiles…

for the Truth is once more

awoken in your heart.

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Stones of YesterYear

Watching the stream caress the stones below,

my mind wanders to the yesteryears of my memories.

Ears perk up to the songs of old,

dances of those who came before us.

Water gurgles, sand moves as if to show us

the movement of time.

However slow, a stone moves an inch a month

but movement prevails.

The stones remember; the water sings

but do our ears truly hear

the mysteries of the songs of those who danced before us?

Do we hear their wisdom?

Do we walk in their footsteps?

Or do we ignore the wisdom of the wise ones

and listen only to the chatter in our own heads?

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