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TO BELIEVE IS TO SEE


Rain… glorious nurturing rain on a dry zone.  More please.  I let the rain bring deep sleep once the little dog made calm and my body sunk into the cozy of the bed. 

 

WHAT TIME IS IT?

I wake with the thoughts of Light and dark.  

Right n’ wrong,  Joy n’ sorrow, Love n’ hate.

Again the duality of our world closes in on me.  

I find it limiting and I try to chase it away

with my breath,  with the letting in of more Love 

and more Lightness; heart centered joy

Images of a world filled with peace and

harmony, with the end of duality.   

Push aside fearfulness that sends me 

back into the darker shadows of my being 

while I try to amp up the light force inside of me 

to shine a little brighter, be a little lighter

Surrender the constraints  of limited thinking

In a vast Universe beyond understanding 

An Earth at a critical thresh hold changing

And we are all together witnessing

 

To believe is to see.  

Everything around us is

Thoughts made manifest

 

Thoughts are powerful

What will you think into BE?

What will you believe?  

 

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GRAB BAG OF MORNING WORDS


445 days of writing this poetry blog today..   Can I just hollar out a big ol’ Yeowza.  For those of you that continue to follow me.  Thank you … There is some stuff that really’s not worthy of the read.   And for me the doing of this is an amazing practice and keeps me honing my skills and gathering for my book.  It will happen.

 

There’s no whine behind this happening

No, maybe I won’t or struggle to arrive

Here on these pages of morning life

to lay what ever needs saying down

 

The bubble of words pop random

streams across my sky as I grab

At the chance of how stray they

feel till pulled to sentences

 

Even then the word play shudders

for existence as feelings rise

hungry for a telling not yet known

a story that has its moment here

 

Like now in this grab bag of morning

sentences popping, giving themselves

in a tumble and wrestle for existence

hoping their now has at last come

 

Me, I don’t care.  I don’t care because

there is no worry that my ramble

will not give to thoughtful resonance

In the vast pronouncement of words

 

Being shared, filling the spaces of space

in the global free for all to speak

to tell a story worthy of telling

Some more thoughtful than others

 

I’m grabbing at word bubbles 

in random streams of consciousness

Stray words that have something to say

Feelings to share from the vast lonely

 

Laying them down here cause I can

 

 

 

 

 

 

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