Changing

The wind blows in circles
twisting and turning to the rhythm of the music
inside, outside, within.

Breezes gently touching the soul
answering asked questions
subtly, gently until
the Soul screams and invokes

the change

causing the gusts of the storm
to open the gatewayin preparation
of the Transformation.

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Last Night’s Rain

Pebbles illuminating
last night’s rain.
Purples and shades of yellow
stretching their blossoms
to greet the
morning sun.
Iridescent greens
blanketing the landscape
inviting bare toes
to come and play;
reminding us of the joy;
recalling days of innocence;
recognizing our separation
from love,
and placing us back into
bliss.

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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.

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Photograph by Vallee Rose New Mexico Sunset

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Sunday Morning Quiet

Sun barely awake as it winks its’ eyes to the mountaintops.

Trees still dark reflecting last nights’ moon. 

Clouds dispersing as the first signs of pink are in the air.

Deer drinking at mornings flowing stream 

as others lazily chomp at flowering berries.

A dog barks  ~ the roosters crow ~ a light flickers here and there.

All parts of morning …..

especially a quiet Sunday morn.

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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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