Faint

Oh, I have written in my trusty journal over many, many years

 Carrying you with me every time I come to you

We are but a reflection of this moment in time

Oh dance with me 
even though
the music may be 
faint

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Consistency

Consistency breeds security

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Freedom's Bees...The Walk

The walk for many years each and every morning rain or snow

I walked to you

my stream, my pond, my spring

Like the sun would I would rise in 

arctic coldness or scorching heat

I would go with clarity and devotion at sunrise with my little pad and pens

You always my destination

My solitude

My solace

My peace

And when I meditate

I can see my soul and feel your joy

Oh glory, 

glory be… 

the angels sing 

white feathers and diamond star dust fall from the sky

Music fills the air weaving with the heaven’s threads of silken blue  

As for me 

I would spin

Soft breezes fill my senses 

and bathe my body

The sun rays lift any sadness or darkness or doom

Gone, gone, gone 

Only smiles 

love 

and joy

Oh freedom’s bees have arrived

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Peace

Calm… peace

The peaceful midnight sky

Nothing else needs to be written

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Dalai Lama

I saw the Dalai Lama. 

found my way without getting lost

went despite of my insecurity 

Scared being amongst 30,000 yet alone  

but I did it 

As I sat next to an unnamed woman 

feelings of intimidation brewed 

it was not being in the presence of his holiness

He spoke as if we were equals about 

compassion

war

nuclear weapons

taking care of the environment

Now is the time to replace attachment with compassion

I listened as

he spoke of hope for tomorrow 

Connectivity

The same flowing waters 

which connects 

can also separate 

when it becomes ice 

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Peace and Inspiration

I feel sorry for the people who don’t see beauty in nature

in this wilderness there is a lover 

always calling my name

Today I look upon an uprooted tree from Hurricane Sandy  

Gaze upon its exposed roots

Oh gentle roots where have you gone

I love how you serenade me 

with each bird’s song and whisper upon our gentle breeze

Your perfumed scents of pine interspersed with wild honeysuckle 

unfettered innocence and joy

WithIn the weeds surrounding you 

upon my lips I taste your sourgrass and mint

Oh how I honor these walks of peace and inspiration 

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