Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

Category: Poetry

  • 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…

  • Be As Water

    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,…

  • The Timeless Now

    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…

  • 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  

  • I, The Tired Moon

    I, The Tired Moon

    I, The Tired Moon   They tell me when the sun has gone Behind the cloud, that night has come For one more moment, swift. I run to greet the shadow on the sandy beach Of pebbled stars in clear shark night. The roaming wave of humid blindness Feels for…

  • By Your Power, Death

    By Your Power, Death

    By Your Power, Death   I shall not ridicule you, Death. A vulture on prey, You have plucked the last stale leaf From the tree of age ended. The sun melts now In your liquid waves of fire. And your bleak mist on hazy hills Smothers the bent birch, From…

  • If Beyond Were Closer

    If Beyond Were Closer

    If Beyond Were Closer   If beyond were closer, Night would guard the morning And flakes of leaves would glory To scatter in the wailing Wisps of wind dressed in threads Of pale, endless fog mists That rise to shelter peace.   Angels would strum the harps Of infinite wired…