May it be
Beauty is like a good cup of tea, a sigh of relief, a foot massage, love, peace...
Beauty is like a flower trying burst through the cold ground and then Yes! Freedom!
Freedom for the flower, the birds, for the laughing woman and the beautiful children
Freedom for the heart that use to be afraid to open,
Freedom to grow and show life
To live life fully and completely without harm or fear
And Full of Beauty, Peace, Love, Magic, Life
Green Blessings,
Vanessa
Beautiful poem...thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Tamara | February 20, 2006 at 06:07 AM
What is real?
Being one who steps outside
Who wonders what the real work is
One filled with bitterness
Knowing that gut wrenching love has not been enough to reach across the void
One who wonders at the easiness of the worldly life received
Who’s heart is turned to guilt and pain by the ghastly misery of others
Witnessed across all the world
One who despairs in the persona worn
Who feels trapped in ugly habit and does not know the next path
One who loves her sons with consuming fierceness
Who’s heart is breaking that it is not enough
Not enough to bridge time
Not enough to inspire seeing
Not enough to bring an answer
They do not see, no one sees, beyond the veil
There is one other, guardian or guard
An unknown mystery
I have had miracles
What have I done with them?
Posted by: annalee | July 23, 2006 at 11:51 AM
here's a poem:
I am the tallest pine on the hill.
Below,
Shape of island
Curve of beach
And the sea
Above,
Shape of clouds,
Sound of gull
And the wind.
The wind moves through
Making sound of me
And I am soothed.
by Dorothy Webster Lundblad
Posted by: LD | December 01, 2006 at 11:44 AM