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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,

Grateful for the light,

Ferociously clings here,

Where the kale is anchored

Hardy with a new tree.

My Self, infused

With that last soup, and

Thankful for summer’s

Nurturing days and

Garden of plenty.

 

This is the time for us

To turn the soil and for

The soul to sleep

With the ashes of life

Embedded in earth

To grow new roots

That take us deeper

To higher self,

Birthing and swaddled

In drifting snow.

 

Where it’s cold,

There is deep healing,

It is said.

 

Energy moves in swirls,

Truth emanating in

Vortexes descending

To inner self and

Soul ascending as a sun,

A brilliance of rainbows

Wound around the Tree of Life

To shine on new gardens

Planted in young ground

Fertile with worms.

 

We are the Gardeners

Of This New Earth;

We are the Cycle of Light.

 

Copyright© 2017/11/17 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Images: my garden

 

 

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Pain, The Poet

Pain, the Poet

Those who forgive,

Can they be poets,

For where is the poetry but

In released pain?

Pain, the fire breathing mist

Rising to rain.

Pain, the reddening blood

filling the veins,

The river of the soul.

Pain, the rooting to the sacral tree,

Birthing stories and songs,

Creating new souls out of barren wombs.

Pain, the cries from scattered tribes

Reaching for limbs and branches,

Anything to hold onto until dawn’s light.

Pain, the songs of ancestral curses

Clinging to the cells like webs

To be cleared in spring.

Pain, the dead rooting of loss

Blocking the secret chamber of the heart,

Where peace resides.

Pain, the tenant evading eviction,

Holding truth hostage

From inner sight

And auric brilliance.

Pain, the dirges and the hymns,

The shadows, dislodged and

Transmuted but not forgotten

In the poetry of forgiveness

And the forgiveness of poetry.

 

Copyright© 2017/11/07 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: https://pixabay.com/en/woman-lips-clouds-sky-flash-641528/

 

 

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Tree of Life

Tree of Life

Our map to the stars,

Arborial root seaward.

Your Flower of Life,

Sprouting all fruit, all roots, and

Foraging Soul in the Light.

 

Copyright©  2017/10/15 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunsineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: Original Art “Tree of Life” © Martha Harris

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New Audio: Upon Attunement

Where there is solace,

One seeks the light.

For all nights to days

And suns to moons,

Sepulchers to You,

Just and kind,

Taking the child’s hand

And toys to that special place

Where Divinity is,

Surrounded by trees of life

And secret gardens,

Where Majesty grows its bounty.

And so I will go,

Carrying the bundle of fire,

Seeking water to flow

Over Time’s channels.

The key to unlock the gate

Is in hand.

 

 

 

Copyright© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay

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New Audio: I Am a Revolution

I am a revolution

Invoking symbols

Cradling light

Gifted by my Savior,

Whom I met on a path.

He emerged from the mist-

At first as my father-

Till angels called

In hymns resounding

A chorus of blue, indigo, violet.

From man transformed,

There He stood,

His palms outstretched

And all around Him,

The auras of the ages,

The colors of time,

Silken and white,

Halos with His name.

He held them as a ball,

Vibrating colors

Molded into a gift

For my calling.

He smiled in gratitude

For my humble offering

To carry good in my heart,

A bucket of blossoms

From seeds yet scattered,

Filling the vessels

For gardens to come

This spring and always.

I will walk in His light,

A prismatic path

Lit for onward time.

Held gently in His palms,

Which now envelop me,

I feel wrapped in cashmere

Woven by the Mother of Mysteries.

He appeared as my father-

Whom He once called in light

To minister to others-

So as not to scare me.

Since His power is so great,

I cannot fathom it.

But it was really Him

This time, and so needed.

He whispered many songs,

Harmonious and lyrical,

Such compassion in His hymns

Such grace in His brilliance.

I was so blessed and awed

That He would give me these gifts

Wrapped in shimmering colors

With the lace of clouds

And ribbons of rainbows,

Red, orange, yellow,

Fire pure.

And innocent was I to think

I would meet a lesser Guide.

Why was it for me to find

So great a gift, the Divine.

The answer was clear-

I chose the way that took me there,

For I listened for His call,

And His eyes lit my way.

There we stood in words

Of time stopping.

Many truths are yet

To be received and revealed,

Many gems to find

In the rock face of my soul.

His words, solid beams

Of empyrean fire are

Dispersed on my heart,

Where He gathered me

And where I will take Him

Back down that path.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://pixabay.com/en/fire-heart-heart-fire-love-symbol-961194/

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New Audio: Healing Light Takes No Sides

Healing light takes no sides;

It is a gift.

It wraps its love

Around our hearts,

And we are gifts to our healing.

Blessed Be.

 

One day with the Divine –

One lifetime,

One century,

One creation.

 

Truth

Affection

Gratitude

 

Three in one

Indivisible – always.

Be still and know.

He is there.

She is there.

We are there.

 

The universe is within us,

We are within the universe.

The universe and we are one.

 

Source about us,

Source within us,

The light of healing,

A clear and perfect channel.

 

Without condition,

Without rules,

Love with Truth

Affection

Gratitude

 

Three in one,

One in three,

Indivisible

Present in the invisible,

Profound in light,

Like fire heat,

With water ice

And air breath

Touching each chakra

Lotus blooming.

Blessed be.

 

This is the oracle

That we must all know

And will feel

Like the tides,

The ebb and flow of soul,

The dawning of light.

 

Light is healing;

It is blessed,

As blessed as the bird song

With the crest of sun,

Right

Good

Blessed

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Beautiful Lotus Flower at Sunrise (bing.com/images)

Lotus Flowers at Sun Rise by Bahman Farzad
Lotus Flowers at Sun Rise by Bahman Farzad
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New Audio: I long for Ocean Bounty

Here is the audio for an earlier work.

I long for ocean bounty

Chilled to perfection

For winter slumber.

Where is a mountain

That harbors a cave

For the homeless?

polar bear on ice block of melted glacier

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://prezi.com/rl3ejg7zoxdc/melting-glaciers/