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Sometimes the answer comes, not in words that can be spoken, but in a knowing where words can not go. One crosses the barrier to heightened awareness as one moves into another reality each passing forming a bridge that makes … Continue reading
It is possible to be among chaos and be serene. Go to your innermost being where only Light can exist.
We can spend a lifetime trying to cover up who we are when we can never be anything else.
Lies are based in fear– what a sneak thief our fear is.
I am not sure alone afraid seeking finding Divine peace love now am I
Disharmony surrounds us but still we sit in a field of daffodils lifting faces to the sun. Disasters, call in the night death stalking all yet hummingbirds and butterflies flit through the garden seasons change moon waxes and wanes life … Continue reading
Tiny black flies dotting my bathroom walls I wipe them away ending their lives without a thought then cry at my lack of empathy. Who would think bugs could teach us so much?
Today I need something pretty calm, sweet, inspiring: a special poem, prayer, flowers the laughter of a child puppy kisses, rainbows chocolate and hugs. Today I need to know the world if full of goodness and love is forever. Today … Continue reading
Say “yes” to love compassion truth words filled with power and light if we so choose
Where are You? everywhere tiny breeze sweet puppy breath clouds rolling in bringing a summer storm I AM in crows and butterflies angry hearts tearful eyes but most of all I am in laughter joy, quiet moments of peace when … Continue reading
Fill me with wonder, the butter of life. Help me to see the miracles unfolding. There is glory all around us. Fill me with wonder, the butter of life. May my eyes remain those of a child. My heart overflowing … Continue reading
What if life is much more simple than we realize? At times, it seems overwhelmingly complex and mysterious, but, perhaps if we carefully observe other life forms, we see patterns that are beautifully designed but work with elegant simplicity. So … Continue reading
Why do we pay for: exercise in a gym water in a bottle cool air bathroom matrons walks in our parks people to help us? Why do we: wait hours for medical care stand in long lines vote for people … Continue reading
The world was created for perfection–every living being radiantly healthy, cared for, protected, health maintained in peace and plenty. A walk in the floresta shows me this beautiful balance–hand-sized butterflies dart above my head in iridescent blues, joining the dance … Continue reading
Tadpole merging to frog Caterpillar morphs to butterfly I am changing, too. What will I ultimately be? Beauty or the Beast? Choose carefully, Dear Ones.
Cycles of seasons Flying flowers delight all Sipping sweet laughter
Butterfly beautiful lights upon a flower Bombs explode, killing exists every hour Flowers emerge and hide war’s scars People live in cages of hate Never looking beyond the bars Mother Earth, once so beautiful Now lies ravaged, but not beyond … Continue reading
The Steps of Life poems are based on the 12 Step programs. Step #8: We made a list of all the persons we had harmed and became willing to make amends to them all. ************************************* Careless Wrongs How often we … Continue reading
Inspiration in many forms Daily fill my life Butterflies sipping sweet nectar Unicorns dancing with fairies
Blending self with external sensations mists leaving dew drops on cheeks breezes tip-towing through tendrils all to gain a small measure into the origin of the unseen sense, feel pay attention your inner guidance leads you if you allow
Never fail to appreciate a cool breath of air flutter of color in butterfly wings for in these tiny gifts lies the secets of life
I walk in the silence of the floresta, the quiet broken only by the trill of a bird, a rustle of grass as something slithers through. I am at peace, grateful for this time of my life where I am … Continue reading