Golden Hour

A date with the Divine – each morning I rise to greet the golden sun; she and I become one. She and I entwined, we reach for the outstretched hand of my higher self. Never quite touching, but a little closer each day. A symphony of winged melodies surrounds the silence within. Each encounter sublime, …

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Your Morning Glow (audio poem)

Your Morning Glow (audio poem) Toward you, my eyes are fixed Toward you, my hands extend Alone in the dark, I wait, I rest my tired eyes You change and disappear, but on you, I can always depend Eyes still closed, but the third one knows – You have arrived Many things come between us …

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Nothing Will keep me aFloat (audio poem)

Nothing Will keep me aFloat - poem with audio A danger sign missed. Inner wisdom dismissed. Into a flowing stream with more than my toes, I willingly stepped. Floating down a winding brook, following a carefully chartered course, turning a corner, I was dumped into the deep, where other rivers merged. A leisurely scene suddenly …

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Under a Sapphire Sky (audio poem)

"Under a Sapphire Sky" Return, I did From the mountain top Bringing all of me, I did not Before the sapphire sky gave Forth its cool afternoon rains A gust of freshness did sway Around my limbs, it wrapped Cool wind and hot skin, we danced Head tilted back and body relaxed One more glimpse …

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Uncomfortable Words, Breathtaking Steps (audio poem)

The week began with sadness, anger, and confusion swirling around. A whirlwind of emotions that I had to write my way through. Writing helps me to process and (try to) understand all that surrounds. The events of the week kept me on a difficult writing path, but as I prepare to publish this post I …

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I Hear the Quiet Outside

I heard silence in place of the bell that continued to ring, although no children were nearby to hear it sing. The constant chiming, reminding me many things over the last three weeks, now quiet. The silence that remains inspired the following lines.

Two Transpiring Paradigms

Tried hard, I did, to push these thoughts aside. I started writing a humorous story about a runaway van, that was sure to get at least one laugh, but the grocery lines are long and the lines that follow this paragraph kept interrupting my funny story with their demands. A war of ideas waged. Funny …

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