A Message From the Nightingale
Audio · Healing · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

A Message From the Nightingale

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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 that

The gate’s not closed.

Your prayers are heard

Along the songlines

In the Great Garden,

Exploding into spectrums of light.

Surrender to calm.

Your guardian is here, for

Your prayers are keys to her abode.

The gate’s not closed.

It is your heart.

 

©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

YouTube link to Nighingale Songs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NK2_bcQcoD4&t=611s

Image: digital art  “Nightingale Song” ©Martha Harris

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Be As Water
Bagua · Poem · Poetry · Tai Chi

Be As Water

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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, agile,

Life giving, lithesome.

Its supple force,

Cleansing all.

 

Be as water,

Its nourishment, creating and sustaining life.

Its steam, forming clouds

In Earth’s simmering heat,

The ice in her arctic breath,

Piercing fog.

 

Be as water,

Pure and enriching,

With powers that can’t be harnessed.

It’s Earth’s blood,

Pumping life into her veins

With vital force.

 

Be as water,

Dangerous and destructive

If Earth’s veins are slit.

Her roaring torrents of tears

Are savage and fatal.

Water knows its course.

 

Be as water,

A force of peace and joy,

Spitting up shells and glassy treasures.

A force of nature,

Sweeping away the ages

That need rebirth.

 

Copyright ©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: digital art “Water World” ©Martha Harris

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The Timeless Now
Poem · Poetry

The Timeless Now

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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 Today.

Not This Week.

Not This Year.

It’s Now,

This very moment

In a space of time,

The minute space between

Then and Next,

Just a bit of time that spans

The space between suns,

So vast it takes millennia to explore.

The space of no breath between

Time expanding and contracting,

Pulling universes together

And apart as

The tides of time,

The space where heart resides

Now and Forever, for

Ever is a vast space of time.

May you find that space

Of abundant stillness

Between Then and Next,

The Timeless Now,

And be reborn to breath.

Copyright©2018/03/28 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: “Time Flies” digital art ©Martha Harris

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New Audio: This Sand
Audio · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

New Audio: This Sand

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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

 

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