Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

Category: Audio

  • Do Unto

    Do Unto

    Do Unto   We seem to be in a daze In this Dance of Life. Is this My life  Or is it Our life to grow as One?  What I do to You, I do to All  And mainly to Myself.   My fear and anger, My rage, Reside in My…

  • A Message From the Nightingale

    A Message From the Nightingale

    Here is the complete poem and audio based on yesterday’s post. A Message from the Nightingale   At times, it seems I wander alone in pain, Friendless, except for the wounds, so I seek a guardian for fortitude and healing From a realm of unseen glory.   The nightingale sings…

  • New Audio: This Sand

    New Audio: This Sand

    The original post of this poem was March 18, 2018. My delivery style is inspired by the poet David Whyte. Copyright ©2018/03/31 Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com Image: “Sands of Time” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog  

  • Streaming Prayers into Birth

    Streaming Prayers into Birth

    Streaming Prayers into Birth Sitting at the altar waiting for poems, Random thoughts; fleeting clouds, Images reflecting on the mirror of the soul, Words perched on limbs of inspired trees Take flight as snow kicks up from breeze. May they stay; their song, my meter! Ice freezes their tunes in…

  • New Audio: Listen to the Prayers of Snow

    New Audio: Listen to the Prayers of Snow

    This post includes the audio for the latest poem uploaded December 30, 2017. You can see the wording on that post. Winter is a good time to reflect. Introspection opens to spiritual growth. Sometimes when we face ourselves, we may feel depressed. Knowing yourself and letting go of all that…

  • Listen to the Prayers of Snow

    Listen to the Prayers of Snow

    In honor of winter! This is a good time for introspection and spiritual growth.

  • Our Flower

    Our Flower

    Our Flower In this light Our flower is temporal. From seed, planted in wet earth, Potential to unfold. To bud, infant life Innocent to Time’s story. To bloom, the perfect burst of Its dance of life in Sun, our Beauty in its own rays Forgotten in decay, for Time in…

  • Gaia

    Gaia

    This is the poem I plan to read at an event to honor Women’s History Month. Our Mother Earth is crying. May she heal, and may we all heal.

  • What Do You Do?

    What Do You Do?

    What Do You Do? What do you do For a homeless soul, Flailing in the dissipating self, Swallowing night air, Gasping for breath as though Seized by swarms as they Emerge in their flight To cloud-capped ridges Of thunder slapping The weary heart Locked in despair? The Eye sees; The…

  • This New Earth

    This New Earth

        This New Earth The summer harvest Has been reaped To feed our souls. The last bounty gone To the dust of leaves, Clinging to the mother branch Until the swirling breeze Seizes them for the ground To heal the soil, dried From August drought.   One last fruit,…