Pressed Flower Pictures By Kathy
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To My HSP Friends from Katy Across the miles you touched my life, Opened my eyes, and filled my empty heart. Strangers, yet friends, Our spirits reach out, Always touching, never apart You in the north, me in the south, Never together, never apart. ~ By Carol Miller
TOUCH ME copyright
2009 Patricia Monroe
Highly Weary by
Annette If it doesn't itch me, it will hurt; I will only have peace when I'm dead in the dirt. The highs are higher and the lows are lower I wear out faster and recover slower I wish I could live in a bubble Reality
is just too much trouble My vices don't endanger my budget's bottom line And I can lounge around in my comfy cotton clothes Visiting
on www. with the ones I like the most.
"Always" (inspired by the movie) By Harry Bolman, Feb. 15, 1999
Always on my mind and always in my heart. You have been beside me, right from the very start.
On a voyage of great discovery in a journey through this land. You have been protecting me, You've always held my hand.
When this body that I travel in was much younger than today. From within I felt you near me, knew you'd guide the way.
It's a source of constant comfort when the going does get hard. To know you'd never leave me, you hold the open card.
One Day No Night" by "Melle" Your
embrace All
the time I
long for You
give me Talking
, Waking
me up To
your ground All
day let me shine Shining
on me back And
able to trust
At
dark night You
send joy tears
of pain for me and tears for our joy when
I'm away - You are
near... Washing
my stones to tears
I
receive your love and You
open my eyes And
I listen I
imagine me Escaping
the night forever And
fly with your wings Into
your freedom Always
one day Seeing
- your Love covering all- No night, no more
By Ashley
I watch the brown, crisp leaves of autumn as they fall One by one ever so gently from the trees above Above all, standing tall & majestic With this sense of power about them This sense of power that I would love to grasp And hold as my own.
O big, strong tree, how did you become so brave? Putting on that courageous front That face of everlasting solitude and grace Your leaves may fall, Revealing your true self, But you stand strong holding your ground For the bitter season of winter is yet to come. You set a good example for all to follow Standing your ground in the harshest of seasons I wish to be as brave as thou.
~ Sometimes ~ (Submitted by Nomi - Oct. 18)
Sometimes I need to tell you how far away I feel- Words float upon the ripples of my brain And the storms of my stomach But do not come to form themselves in my mouth.
Other times I cannot tell you enough. My heart is bursting open- Full of possible sentences, phrases; Maybe a poem, a story, or a novel. They are like pieces of chocolate in my mouth Tasted so perfectly, I forget all else.
Freedom Dancer Submitted by Jaki
Open What Could Be, Stand Still.... Listen. Does your heart See? Breathe in harmony, Connect with Ecstasy. Leave behind misery. For what we are. Just is......... Will always be. Seeking to be free. Inner peace eternally. No more wishing longingly Freedom dancers here to stay.
Submitted by Michelle
Hear the Bongo Drums synchronizing to the waves of the ocean We dance again to this same rhythm A part of all Harmony in the Harmony in the light
It is early morning At the side of the Road The wee hours revitalize, reenergize
From Dawn Looking on through dark quiet streets A sensation of complete quiet and peace An awakening and expansion of mind begins to light a freedom May this sunrise take us to its breast on ours.
By Pauline
Silent leafs rustle in the wind And tell me ancient stories. Inside me my soul smiles at them and kisses their being. So much is wordlessly said being alone with the leafs open to all Universe.
~Fall Rains ~
Hiking along in the cool rain Forest of Oak, wet leafy lane Crystal light reflections of the sky cupped in the leaves I pass by
Now bent closer I look to find it is I in place of sky Me, now sky, now eye Now one.
Magnolia in an Apple Tree by Michelle (Shell)
Plucked fresh, found in an Olive Tree Broken Magnolia, Sweet Flower You came from Heaven I see how spiritual your message is to me
For a Bird came and hovered for minutes at my window The purest message I've ever seen Was it all a dream? And I've seen a lot of things
I've never seen such a sweet or beautiful flower as your lovely pure white pungent blossom
as your lovely sugar magnolia or your hovering summer bird
A pureness from another world Almost like the world of dreams But real!
~Pixies ~ Submitted my Sandra
If you're very lucky you might see A pixie or two or three Rarely they venture into sight Just have to be very, very, quiet
Mischievous, creative and bright And never ever seen in the limelight Work is done when no ones there Spreading dust everywhere
Was that a rustle over there? Continued below No! No! you must not stare Most cannot see, don't know the way To get a pixie to come out and play
Sensitive and generous and kind And rare in this world to find You're lucky in a lifetime to see A gentle pixie, running wild and free.
Mother Nature Submitted by Jaki
Natures rapture Brings sweet capture Love fills every pore Opens Heavens door Who could ask for more than this Contemplate a better bliss There is no better other Than eternal Earth our Mother
The Mind's Beauty By Fyre (Cam)
Peace - Perfect Peace. My mind is at rest. All is tranquil in my silent world. I hear nothing, I say nothing, And I see nothing But the beautiful countryside. Just for a moment, I open my mind to my surroundings; And I hear - t he sounds around. silent meditations, Startling me. But I keep listening...
I hear the parrot-like chattering Of the people around, And strangely it serenades me. The speech of people is almost as pleasing As the art of classical musicians. It soothes It comforts It pleases Yet I leave them to their chattering; And I recede into my silent world once more.
And again I marvel at the tranquil peacefulness Of my thoughts As I turn my eyes Onto the beautiful countryside Of my mind.
İFebruary 1989 Camille Moore-Chang. All rights reserved
Questions
Where do you live , inside or out ? Does your mind hold confines Are you blind to the rhyme ? Do you see what you feel Is what you feel real ?
Are you walking in the light A sleuth of truth , A seeker of love ,eternal youth ? Does your pain lead to gain Do you take life by the rein ?
Are you failing to endeavor, Caught in stormy weather ? Entangled in the vine , Instead of free and divine ?
How can you know ,or show me, If you haven't heard a word, When you listen to the herd. Do you know yourself , Enough to be yourself , Be true , to you ?
Is what you seek ,freedom or comfort , Do you feel love or need it ,feed it or bleed it ? Do you know what you seek, Or seek to know , does life flow , Your soul grow ?
Do you question life, others , yourself , Look beyond the boundaries of reality ? Seek immortality , Dream of what could be , Feel the ecstasy, strive to be free ?
When questions form , change is born. A chance to learn ,to grow ,a new seed to sow . Engage the gentle flow , sail the sea of knowledge, Life's college, the lessons await ,perchance, to lead us to fate, Deliver yourself from the wait, embrace life , before its too late. ~by Jaki~2002
~Trust ~
Trust Trust me Breath in.. Trust Breath out. Me Trust Me Says the Man Trust Me Says The Light Trust Me Says the Wind Trust Me Say The Three in One Trust Me All creation joins the chorus Trust Me, Trust the Path Trust Me Trust Me Step Trust the Path After step Trust The Path After step Trust Trust Trust copywrited 2001, Sue Bland
Discussion by KatieT
Shhh... I can hear the wind whispering through the leaves.. The few that are left. What was that? A Bad Day You Say? Complaints and frustration, Ventilation.
Shhh.... the wind... Roaring down the road now. Do you see the leaves? Running and crashing and Bouncing and crashing.
You are annoyed, now Random things fly from your lips. I see through the window Leaves wrestling in spirals The forgiving grass ebbs and flows With the waves of intensity.
What? Am I listening? How can I with so many things happening? Your words rapid fire Wind howls and moans Witches and ghosts and leaves fly Past my window. Look at me Now can you see? I need heartfelt soulful signs Stories of lists and numbers won't do I need the whole big picture.
By Cerise
As the seabird flies along the windswept tide The movements of which he must abide The brave new promise of one more day While the last one fades away
To drift amongst the memories made The likes of those through which we wade The dark still waters shadow night And reproduce the moon's great light
The pearly depths of evening's rejoice To live through them; the only choice Where time stands still for those who wait And pulls upon the strings of fate
So that, perhaps, when time begins It absolves us of any sins The time of laughter and that of tears The semblance of life throughout the years
To embrace the world we thought we knew The world in which the new day grew The sparkling shores at dawn The essence of dreams prolonged
Silver-like-diamonds raced on the shores Wishing to stay there evermore And laugh with the stardust above And sing with the snow white dove To find the meaning of love
Unspoken
By Julia Newbern Silent
Communication A
look, a smile, a touch A
promise of things to come But
within the soft, slow exchange of a kiss Lies
the promise Of
something deeper Expectations
that the best is yet to be Not
a word need be said For
with the exchange of lips Can
come an exchange of minds. Silent
communication? Or
fireworks exploding within, Starbursts
in myriad colors Diffused
and permeating our bodies With
their expanding warmth, The
gift of a kiss Is
a silent exchange No
ribbons or wrapping paper required The
only wrapping Is
of our arms around each other As
we communicate so much, unspoken.
Search
for Elan
Lost within myself, I seek to
recapture
That Spirit, who dances,
taunting, twirling
Around the roaring fire in
which burns my soul.
She dances, beckoning, her
movements pure grace
Tongues of flame reflecting in
her eyes.
Her gaze sees, as if through
me, as she extends her hands
The pulse of life beating with
her every move
"Come! Seek that which you
have lost!" she says, but in silence
Speaking to me in words no one
can hear, though we are alone.
Closing her eyes, she lifts her
arms to the heavens as
In my mind, again she speaks,
"I am your Elan!"
You and I are One! What I am,
you will be again.
Feel the rhythm of your soul,
burn with the depth of your desire
Beseech the gods for that which
you seek
Yearn and reach, for your soul,
into the fire."
She extends her hand to me, in
invitation to rise and dance
In fear, I pull back, feeling
the heat of the flames
Opening my eyes, I look through
them and see
Through my tears, my soul,
gazing back at me.
The reflection of which, as
though a mirror seen
Not of who I am, but of who I
can be, and who I have been
Should I only have the courage
to reach out and brave
The flames of my own doubt and
uncertainty.
Taking a deep breath, I rise,
and overcoming my fear,
Step into the midst of the
fire, burning with a heat
That is cold, I claim again my
soul which was lost,
Gathering my spirit into
myself, I rejoice
And realize it was all worth
the cost
For in those flames, was forged
a strength that can hold
Through any adversity, strife,
suffering or cold
I look out of the flames, but
can no longer see
That Spirit; my Elan, my Soul,
is again One, whole, in me.
And sometimes we feel like this:
Life by Poet Sarah
Confusing jumbled flurry of meaningless activities wanting but not finding that which will fulfill us, constantly on the lookout for ways to keep up, meanwhile slipping farther behind.
We try so hard to be the first to have the newest toy keeping right up with our friends and neighbors miserably toiling away at monotonous jobs losing sight of the big picture.
Needing a pound of inspiration from an unnamed source Seeking out our comfort in drugs, sex and materialism pitifully looking to the world for something not there drowning in medication.
Endless pain, no gain -it continues indefinitely in a vicious cycle playing games by others' rules when you know you can't win realizing at once that you are among the walking dead existing in a void.
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