From Cupped Hands

I cup water in the palms of my hands

  ripples of you and I cascade over

     and through my fingers...

I breathe in the sunset air to

  the clap, clap, clap of

    birch limbs...

in my pocket, thanksgiving walnuts

 a humble offering to the squirrels

   scurrying to and fro

      preparing for winter

I sit cross legged on a mossy bank

  of understanding, a gentle wind

    offers healing energies

Wild geese gather watching/listening

  waiting for nature's orchestra to chime

   in to the clap, CLap, CLaP  of an ancient

     song, creating harmony in the water

I catch a glimpse of you...soaring overhead

   the hawk, surveys the landscape below...

       I am here

         I am here

          I AM HERE

just as a deer pants for waters of life

  I too thirst for a drink of blessed water

    come sit with me, I will fill your cup

      with the songs of my heart

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Petals and Thorns

Truedessa's Collection

My deepest love
I give you roses from my heart
my deepest love
petals and thorns beautiful art
fresh fallen snow, burdens depart
I give you roses from my heart
my deepest love

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Midweek Motif - The Flower:Rose

Garden of the Gods ~ 'Rocks' Formation

photo - Wikipedia

I yearn to walk the garden path

listening to the whispers

of red and salmon rocks

reading petroglyphs, along the

trail, bread crumbs baked

in the desert sun

spiritual nourishment

climbing higher

seeking  the crossroad

to peace

over the horizon the

mysterious phoenix flies

Mish is hosting at dVerse
writing a quadrille incorporating
the word "Rock"

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You to Me, Me to You

Truedessa's Collection

Sing me a song

sing me a song

sing me a song of the harmonic trees

sing me a song in an ocean breeze

sing me a song that will set me free

sing me a song that will bring you to me

Sing me a dream

sing me a dream

sing me a dream of the freshwater streams

sing me a dream of worlds unseen

sing me a song that will set me free

sing me a song that will bring you to me

Sing me a song

sing me a song

sing me a song in times of uncertainty

sing me a song on shores of humanity

sing me a song that will set me free

sing me a song that will bring you to me

Sing me a dream

sing me a dream

sing me a dream of mountains to climb

sing me a dream of life's next rhyme...

sing me a song that will set me free

sing me a song that will bring you to me

  bring you to me, bring you to me....bring you......to me....

author's note:  I was meditating and drumming
and my drum seemed to have a melody.  I found myself singing
along...I left it in raw form to honor the gift of song...

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The Ever-Changing View

Pixabay.com

Locked within city walls

the secrets to enlightenment

Can you find the key to unlock

the mysteries of life?

Look into the kaleidoscope an

ever-changing view..and you

will see, an i/eye looking towards

a blue sky

A new age spirituality takes form

we need only open the door to 

travel the streets of

our minds...

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Lillian is Hosting

For today’s poetics, she has  selected five street art images posted at Pixabay.com
to inspire a poem.

Hoot Hoot of the Owl

free clip art

High on a mountaintop we gathered to share our dreams.  Sitting at

a long wooden table we broke bread and dipped our thoughts in

herbs and wine.  My golden owl cuff with brown eyes the centerpiece
of our conversation. We talked about sightings of owls and the

mysticism that surrounds them. I said, "one must listen when the

oracle of secret knowledge flies into your life with a message."

The room became quiet, as if listening for my next thoughts.  "The owl

sees in places of darkness and helps guide us in our quest."  Later, that
evening we found ourselves nestled in the owl's nest deep in the woods. 
Ancient songs filled the air with each beat of the drum, the fire in the hearth

warmed my soul. My mind drifted far away from this time and place

as I  soared in the realm of dreams.

beneath rounded moon
speaking the language of trees
owl chortles messages