Heart Journeys
Open to life
as a child would
in joy and curiosity,
each moment,
a birth.
Make life a quest,
not a test.
© 2108 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Digital Image “Heart Journeys” ©Martha Harris@artisticflarings.com
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And Then There Was Light
Destruction is Creation.
The Void, ripped open
By the Light,
The Cosmic knife
Piercing through dark matter,
Spilling shards of radiance,
Bleeding light, birthing stars,
And us with the dust.
All wounds, transmuting pain into
New flesh.
Beauty and innocence, nurtured in a
Dark womb.
Birth, emerging with screams and
Open eyes.
The butterfly, born from
Shearing off the face.
Roots tearing the soil,
Blossoming the manifested.
Light and Shadow, betrothed,
The polarity;
The paradox.
….an older poem with new art….
©2017/10/29 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: “Heaven’s Gate” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
Sitting at the altar waiting for poems,
Random thoughts; fleeting clouds,
Images reflecting on the mirror of the soul,
Words perched on limbs of inspired trees
Take flight as snow kicks up from breeze.
May they stay; their song, my meter!
Ice freezes their tunes in the thin air of the breath.
Limbs crack in frost under tired sun.
Stillness is ice burning the skin.
The mind is numb till spring thaw.
The altar beckons; the soul fights sleep
In sheer white light,
Where I wander, seeking novas
Streaming prayers into birth.
Copyright © 2018/01/16 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: “Life from Fire” Digital Art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
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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And Then There Was Light
Destruction is Creation.
The Void, ripped open
By the Light,
The Cosmic knife
Piercing through dark matter,
Spilling shards of radiance,
Bleeding light, birthing stars,
And us with the dust.
All wounds, transmuting pain into
New flesh.
Beauty and innocence, nurtured in a
Dark womb.
Birth, emerging with screams and
Open eyes.
The butterfly, born from
Shearing off the face.
Roots tearing the soil,
Blossoming the manifested.
Light and Shadow, betrothed,
The polarity;
The paradox.
Copyright © 2017/10/29 Barbara Harris Leonhard @ extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: https://www.events.iop.org/e/from-the-big-bang-to-homers-last-theorem-123641500/page.html
Floating in the Depths
i awaken to being wrapped
in a void of waves
my arms and legs carried along
toward a beacon
as tunes in a tide
in the depths
i am my mind
i am my soul
i am my self
in this present moment
i am my first
i am my last
i am the sea
i am the womb
i am the fetus
i am the infant
is this my birth
or my death
sea and womb are one
with transcendence to ashes
the beacon pulls me
i am becoming
floating in the depths
Copyright© 2017/10/12 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: Original art “Floating in the Depths” © by Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
I Am Desire
I am Desire in a broken cage.
I dare not feel the light
Dressing the bent bars and
Caressing my great mane.
I dare not smell the blooms,
The fragrance of my dreams.
I dare not touch the lambs
Curled at my feet
Just beyond my slumber.
Surrounding me,
Umber clouds of doubts.
Are those blossoms my soul’s yearning
Just out of my grasp?
Do they know my worth?
Dare I break free
Of this cage, my womb,
To witness my own birth?
Copyright© 2017/10/07 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: pinterest.com 
