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Entwined Spirit: Me, Myself, and I
Entwined Spirit: Me, Myself, and I Let me introduce myself This poem is about me Inspired by my sister’s art She created from a photo of me. She calls it “Entwined Spirit” I am an entwined spirit A composite of hues Swirled to create a kaleidoscope of soul…
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Duality
Duality Caterpillar Seeking the boundary To cross over to new self Grief ensues in changes In between two selves As one face is shorn For the other and Old ways expire but Death is an illusion as One self is torn away and Transfigured into a new mystery Incarnation…
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Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver
This is an older poem explaining the origin of the name of my blog. I found this name with one of those fun apps that came across my Facebook page. Though the method to discover this name was mundane, the name speaks volumes. Source is all. I decided to keep the…
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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…
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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…
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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…



