There
is a flow
to nourish
the bones of my story
Her singing bowls have just
begun a morning’s ring…
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feeling
Lost:
(credit image taken by: Charles E. Tate)
Upon grainy sands
she numbered them
Not alone
Thousand waves of heat
Not alone
though dark days come
Not alone
Wet and in despair
Lonely but not alone
A simple comfort
in distant friends
not alone
there is a path
carved out just for me
Visionariekindness 2015
Be true:
When the curtains fade
and there are no ques
to do it right
don’t stop dancing…
My sweet Sol:
(image credit photo: November rain- http://majamaki.com/2012/11/november-rain/ )
My soul
emerged – east of the Nile river
deeper – in the Red sea
Nesting in the wilderness
Hatching in milk and honey
I fastened my shoes in Passover
Borrowed gold, exchanged my foreign speech,
not bruised, marked or curse
Yet-upright my soul stood proudly
My soul has a name in Canaan- that’s mighty sweet.
Traveling Skyward:
She has flown beyond the cusp of the sun
her wings,her tears,her call,her eyes
navigate between the sky and I
miraculous splendor to share in microspec
earthly bread – reach heaven’s gate
and return
with
ease…
Beauty of Sunday:
(image by Deleana Strohl)
There is a holiness
kindling
the smallest act
of kindness…
