This is the poem I plan to read at an event to honor Women’s History Month. Our Mother Earth is crying. May she heal, and may we all heal.
Gaia
©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
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The Timeless Now
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... Continue Reading →
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Our Flower
Our Flower In this light Our flower is temporal. From seed, planted in wet earth, Potential to unfold. To bud, infant life Innocent to Time’s story. To bloom, the perfect burst of Its dance of life in Sun, our Beauty in its own rays Forgotten in decay, for Time in this light is but An... Continue Reading →
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Gaia
This is the poem I plan to read at an event to honor Women’s History Month. Our Mother Earth is crying. May she heal, and may we all heal.
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Weeping Willow
Trees, our guardians.
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Oh What a Beautiful Day!
Sunrise on the Sea of Sorrows
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It is Time
We will never run out of time.
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New Audio: Dark Matter
Is dark matter Dark Mother? From my Tao Box, Card 41: "That from which the universe sprang may be looked upon as its mother."
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New Audio-Time
"Space-time could be warped and distorted (Daily Mail)."
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