Poetry

As my spiritual awakening deepens, poems come to me more and more often. I say 'come to me' because words will come into my mind. I don't write or craft them or think very much at all about how to arrange them, or what to try and say with them. The words come, sometimes a bit jumbled. All I do is set them down, move them around a bit, until they seem comfortable.
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In stillness, I find the now

n stillness, I see That contemplating the real And the reflection Are one in the same I can live in one, from moment to moment The other is lost to eternity In the ripples created By the slightest disturbance

Time and Nature

The Red Granite Marble ~ a photo in response to the Wordpress Photo Challenge, Forces of Nature. And a poem about the long life which smoothed this granite block into a marble.

Breathing Fire -- A fairy tale featuring knights, fair damsels, magic, True Love, castles and, of course, fire breathing dragons!

Breathing Fire -- A fairy tale featuring knights, fair damsels, magic, True Love, castles and, of course, fire breathing dragons!

Breathing Fire

Breathing Fire

Steampunk Penmanship

Funny pictures about Beautiful Hand Made Skeleton Fountain Pens. Oh, and cool pics about Beautiful Hand Made Skeleton Fountain Pens. Also, Beautiful Hand Made Skeleton Fountain Pens photos.

Enveloped ~ She comes, every time she can steal a few minutes to herself, to watch the bridge. The bridge, and the people crossing it.

She comes, every day she can get a few minutes away from him, to watch the steady stream and wonder whether it will be despair or hope which drives her across the bridge, into the shroud of fog.

Love is easier

I no longer have the energy for hate. It brings me no pleasure, no relief, only tension, pain, anger.

Read the signs ~ Sometimes it’s best To read the signs Alter plans And seek Alternative accommodation

Read the signs ~ Sometimes it’s best To read the signs Alter plans And seek Alternative accommodation

MacDonnell Range Station ~ It rested there Nestled in the valley Watched over by ghost gums Fortified by mountains ... (more)

MacDonnell Range Station ~ It rested there Nestled in the valley Watched over by ghost gums Fortified by mountains .

In the dawn time

In the dawn time When the light lies low Yet vibrant When the dew clings And the earth seems still

Standing Watch; Standing Fas ~ Three sentinels stand watch Over the graves of Cowboys and movie stars Where the Navajo stand fast

Standing Fas ~ Three sentinels stand watch Over the graves of Cowboys and movie stars Where the Navajo stand fast

Moments of connection

There are moments Of peace and solitude Of calm beauty and divinity Which allow us to connect

The Sundeck at the End of the World  ~ a poem about that goddess,  mother nature

The Sundeck at the End of the World ~ a poem about that goddess, mother nature

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