Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

Category: Poetry

  • This, a River

    This, a River

    This, a River This, a river, I am not lines but curves Winding around sand bars Creating islands  Revealed in low tide My current pulses life Tadpoles, carp, algae I smile in light Shimmering reflections I draw in birds to feed I am poetry for travelers  On barges I hold…

  • Uphill on Walnuts with a Weak Leg

    Uphill on Walnuts with a Weak Leg

    Walking the Bagua circle, I move like a snake  Slithering on patchy grass Or a path etched by other warriors On dry soil, as they are Space holders and guardians Of the world in this vortex, This circle of yin and yang. But uphill On walnuts With a weak leg, …

  • And Then There Was Light

    And Then There Was Light

    Both Light and Shadow are needed to create and heal. This principle is the spiritual law of polarity. Out of destruction arises creation.

  • The Dream

    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…

  • Butterfly Dreams

    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…

  • Joy

    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  

  • 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…

  • The Beautiful Equation

    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…

  • 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…

  • 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…