Category: Poem
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The Dream
The Dream We are the subconscious of God cast as stars born of dust holding mysteries for Him to entertain. We are symbols in geometric mist, designed for play on colliding stages. We are joyous novas spinning in tune with cosmic harmonics from the fount of creation. We are the…
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Butterfly Dreams
In our slumber, We shed the chrysalis. Our dreams rise As dawn’s light From the wellspring Of our hearts. Tender, young, transitory visions Lapsing into morning sun As though the breeze Carries them away Before we capture the drift Of these souls’ stories, Gliding away in colors Cast in sacred…
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Joy
Joy Find that spot In the sun To raise your heart And dance as though Spring were forever. In joy, you are rooted. ©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com image: pinterest
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The Beautiful Equation
My father liked to pun, so this is for him on Father’s Day! Ironically, he wasn’t a fan of Math, but he would appreciate this. The Beautiful Equation Sometimes you may feel separated, As though not integral or Just a mere fraction. But you are the one sum. There…
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Ego
Ego Self-regard is essential for growth of love, But ego can consume the soul of the one And the soul of the all If left to weed. This is the time to tend the garden. Let not rain to storm Nor bounty to spoil For the sake of self alone. Fruit…
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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…
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Be As Water
Be as water, Flowing from falls into silt, Creating pools and streams, Moving around rocks And through openings in Masses of reeds. Be as water, Flowing without obstruction. Finding its course Over the embankments, and Finding stillness In pools fed by streams. Be as water, Earth’s pulse, Flexible,…
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The Timeless Now
The Timeless Now May you trust and be In the present moment, but When is the Now? Each second shades to the past. Each second greets the next! When is the Now? Now is the space between Then and Next. The stillness between each breath. Elusive, and yet, luminous. Not…

