Author of Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (EIF-Experiments in Fiction, 2022). Pushcart Nominated Poet 2022. Editor MasticadoresUSA.
The Light is coming in to heal the curse of Ego. As we stand aside, we feel the mighty force of Cosmic Light. It feels like we are losing our minds or that our faces are being shorn off. This is a painful, visceral upheaval. We feel turned inside out and upside down. We are... Continue Reading →
God is at work God is at work. God is at work. God is at work. We have seen the crust of time Open like a door to baby stars As ancient ones go nova, Opening the way for rebirth. Fear is healing Fear is healing. Fear is healing. This pain, This wound, This infection Has... Continue Reading →
Manifest Love! Fear is deforming; Love is transforming. To change your view, Change your eyes. When one heart changes, So do all. Empower Soul; Empower Love! Copyright© Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com Image: “Fulfilled Heart” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha's Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
It's time to drop our bags of fear. May we manifest peace and love.
This poem describes how I felt when I was paralyzed with measles encephalitis at the age of 6 going on 7. I could neither walk nor speak intelligibly. My arms and fingers were contracted. This time was very frightening. I went into a coma for a period of time. Though I awoke able to speak,... Continue Reading →
Measles Encephalitis: A True Story of Self-Healing Although I feel that my life has been affected by many events, even small ones, one specific event had a major effect on the direction my life took at the time. This event occurred when I came down with measles encephalitis at the age of six. I'll... Continue Reading →
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 does not align is not... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
I've been releasing a lot of old pain lately, so suddenly today I wondered what I would write about! Poetry is so healing. Is pain the poet?
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