Astral Travel, awe, Believe, Cosmos, Divine mystery, India, Journey, Mind, body and spirit, Mystery, Poetry

NEITHER ASLEEP OR AWAKE

In the stillness

Of a mystical morn

Neither asleep nor awake

She found herself walking down

A dusty dirt road

Grass lands and water to her left

Women dressed in vibrant colorful

Hues dotted the landscape

Cattle and camels

Strolled by her

As did passersby

Never noticing her

She hears nothing

She only sees with acute vividness

She senses the sun’s heat along the dusty road

But does not feel it

A humble place before her

People entering and exiting

Men dressed in orange and saffron meander about

A tree decorated in regal homage

As a monk sits in quiet reverence

People pass by her

Never noticing

Do they not see her?

Entering this humble place

She walks to its center

In wonderment

She stood

Gazing upon Its ornate beauty

Candles flickered casting serene shadows

Incense rises and encompasses her

But she cannot smell its aroma

In the midst

She watches people admire its beauty

They mingle and pass by her

As if she were not there

She turned

Her head rose high

Behold

A golden Buddha sitting in lotus upon an altar

Candles flicker

As an array of color surrounds

In homage

Standing in the midst

Of this simplistic wonderment

Comforted her

How did she get here?

Why is she here?

Why do people never take notice of her presence?

Suddenly!

A procession of monks dressed in orange and saffron

Entered the room

Walking silently in reflection

Their peace-filled auras consumed her

As the last monk passed by her,

He suddenly stopped

Turned towards her

He is young and slender with a serene face

His eyes widen

His mouth drops open with astonishment

Their eyes lock

She is mystified

He sees her!

He slowly turned around

And followed his brothers out of the temple

As she watched

Suddenly!

With a tremendous jolt

She leapt up

Released from neither sleep or awake

Finding herself

In her bed

And not walking through the lands of India

How could this be?………

 

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awe, Beauty, Heron, Joy, Meditation, Mind, body and spirit, Mystery, Nature, Peace, Poetry

VISION ON A MISTY MORN

 

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By the birches

So serene

So misty

On this faded sunlit morn

Water of glass

Gleams within the stillness

Water lilies abloom

Hidden and nestled within

The tall grasses and fauna

The great blue heron

Gazing across the water

A magnificent

Bird of snow

Flying towards

Its shadow

Skimming across the mirror of blue

Awe beheld

Coming to rest

Within the kingdom of the birches

In silent awe

She watches

The majestic presence

Standing tall within the calm waters

A vision of pure white

Enchanting

Time escapes

As she becomes

A part of the wonder

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Angels, awe, Believe, faith, gratitude, Healing, hope, Inspiration, Journey, Love and Light, Mind, body and spirit, Mystery, Philosophy, Poetry

ANGELS

Guardian angels

Heavenly Ancestors

Of love and light

Sometimes unseen

But are always watching

Walking beside us

With silent footsteps

Radiating love

Healing and peace

Guardian angels

Unbeknownst

Come to lend a helping hand

To comfort us

With words of love and wisdom

Or holding us in tender embraces

Guardian angels

Help to guide the way

When darkness descends

To weary and tired souls

Who are burdened with despair

Loss of hope

Guardian angels

With unconditional love

Bring healing and peace

Guardian angels

Also include our four legged companions

Who protect us

Play with us

Comfort us

And love us

In return

We become their guardian angels

So you see,

We are all guardian angels

Interconnected

Upon the path of life

Helping to keep

The river of light and love flowing

Unencumbered and free

To render peace, compassion, kindness and healing

Each and every moment

Because in the end

When everything else fades into the mist

LOVE

Pure, simple and true

Remains

And that is

The hardest of them all

To see, to give and to understand

Upon the journey of life

Guardian angels

Appear

As remembrances of

And to show us

The way….

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Autumn, awe, Cosmos, Divine mystery, Medicine Wisdom, Mind, body and spirit, Mystery, Northern Lights, Poetry, Voice of nature

DANCING LIGHTS

Nestled within her

Magical mountains

Of wonderment

And dreams

On a crisp evening

Under the indigo sky

The child of autumn

Gazes out the window

And catches a glimpse

Of awe

Stepping outside

The child of autumn

Tickled with joy

As rainbow lights

Waltz in unison

Within the harmony of the night

Awestruck

The child of autumn

Steps into the center

Of the escapade

Dazzling and enchanting her

Time lapsing into nothingness

Nestled within her mountains

Of magical wonderment

The dancing lights

Came

To the child of autumn

And was forever etched

Within the book

Of her heart

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THERE’S A PLACE

 

There is a place

Where you are not judged

Where you are always welcomed

Where someone always listens

Where you can play like

A child without rebuke

Where company is plentiful

Or if you prefer solitary reverie

Where mountains are endless

For climbing and exploring with wonderment

Where you can wander

Through adoring meadows, vibrant wild flowers,

Tall grasses and meandering valleys

Where you can rest by babbling brooks, running rivers, or serene lakes

Where majestic eagles

And valiant hawks

Soar and dance within the blue canvas

Where trees dressed in many hues wave hello

Where troubadours

Nestled within the trees

Delight

Where the whispering wind soothes

Where endless wonders simply exist

Where you can meditate and become one

Where ancient wisdom and knowledge can be sought

By watching, listening, hearing, touching and smelling the spirit of the wilderness

Nature in all her Glory and Grace

Nestled within the light of the world

Is where the path to the true self begins……….

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awe, Found love, gratitude, Healing, Inspiration, John Denver, Journey, Joy, Medicine Wisdom, Meditation, Mind, body and spirit, Nature, Peace, Philosophy, Poetry, Renewal, Spirit and Soul, Voice of nature

THE POET’S WALK

 

Within nature’s sanctuary

Of reverie

Echoing high

Is the majestic hawk

Sending shivers of awe

Through her being

Soothing green hues

Dancing trees

Joyful tunes

Calm blue and white water

Shimmering like an array

Of diamonds

Within the warmth

Of soft rays

The hawk’s valiant dance

Captures her

Precious wonderment surrounds her

Placid waters

Rushing river

Babbling brooks

Streams of blue

Sauntering by green banks

Butterflies in colorful cloaks

Dance to and fro

Each step is with

Respect and sacredness

Touching trees with tender hands

Opening to meadows

Dotted with an array of vivid hues

Bees gathering the sweetness

Of the flowers

Chipmunk scurries by

Breezes so soft and tender

Within this elation of ecstasy

Is that what John Denver

Felt like

Each time he stepped

Into the pages of nature’s book of wonders?

The inspiration before him

Calmness that came to his soul

And touched his heart with joy

As it does to the child of autumn

Who communed, played and danced

To each poetic verse

That sang to her

Capturing moments

That still haunts her with

Passionate love

Each and every moment

Nature’s enchanting

Beauties of wonderment

Have become a part of her

Her mind, body and is

The spirit of inspiration

For the voice

That comes alive

Within her

Is this what John Denver

Felt, experienced

When he walked with nature?

Did his spirit, his voice

Come alive with each song

Mother Nature sang to him

Like it does for her

Each and every moment

Because when she

The child of autumn

Steps into the pages

Of nature’s book

She walks with excitement

Breathless with wonder

As she sees

Through the eyes of a child

All that surrounds her

For the first time

Sending her heart

Aflutter with

Love, joy, ecstasy and thanksgivings

And perhaps John’s spirit

Is alive within

All those who find solace

In nature

As he and the child of autumn

Found

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