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A Peaceful Heart

The power in your mind designs a new step while you rest . A step of boldness and beauty both folding in on each other  and  forming a star  in the heavens above . The freedom to be  or  to turn the other way  around   or the freedom to delve deeply into mystery and then  leave the page blank …a choice and it’s free .

To know fully what’s in your heart , and I do mean fully , then you are a step closer to being free.  The moments  that seem to disappear will remain with your heart if you were present  though not free and the moments that are reciprocal in the upper world of love will lift a mind into healing .

There is a peaceful heart that can be born again and again ….and again .  It is a choice  and it is free .

Mon Coeur

Lightly Intertwined

In the eyes there is something and when I pause  inside of a look we are lightly intertwined . In a moment a stranger might become recognizable as friend since we shared woes and laughter and isn’t  that beautiful ?

In a moment I’ve become lightly intertwined in the music  that calls to a place in the past and in the dreams of what is yet be realized  . Is it inside of an airport cafe with fellow travelers  whose thoughts are , for a moment , removed from the hurrying  and weary mind ? Lightly intertwined long enough to feel the others humanity .

Alone on the edge of the shore , water creating a dance,  and summoning an internal hymn   to be sung to nature . Surrendering to the rhythms  of the waves so that I may be lightly intertwined .

And it is within each breath and heartbeat that we are all lightly intertwined .

At first signs of Restlessness

The comforts of familiarity begin turning away and deep , long breaths move in to stay .  The sky is where my eyes turn to for a sense of endless possibilities and are covered with smoke now and  it has shut us in .

The still waters don’t bring peace but the roaring , wildness of the ocean calm the spirit and bring dreams to light  . There is peace already  living in each breath and each breath is as dear as old friends .

At first signs of restlessness …Remember to think and  to go through those doubts and then you’ll  arrive somewhere new . And remember to hear the feelings without making them shout.  Splendidness  is everywhere just maybe not your particular type .  And your particular type will have your heart singing . Twinkling eyes , singing in your heart  and twirling with  laughter ….

That is where  my restless  heart wants to go .

 

When the Stars Invite me for a Stroll

Stepping back , clearly to see , and then recognizing the flutters in the heart .

Ready and willing to go . Go onward and onward soaring  free .

New breath awaits  to be tingling the senses  and to introduce  discoveries .

An old heart renewed in the light of the minds eye and a wandering spirit tells tales

worthy of feast days and banquets by the ocean’s edge .

When the stars invite me for a stroll in the moon’s light or in the darkest night I say yes .

Always yes .

 

Break Free to Breathe Again

I must break free to breathe again . The power of life chooses when to burn as a fire or to

flow easily as a stream . The heartbreak of one is the heartbreak of humanity and will not  go

down without  a break  in the hate .. The heartbeat  of one will rise like the heartbeat of all and

break free to breathe again .

There are voices in the trees  telling an unseen world  of injury and giving lessons for healing

and there are righteous  songs among  the animals teaching of   a courageous path to

break free to breathe again .

Each time this one human heart is fractured by the weight of despair, by the actions of lost

souls ,

renewal arrives in the  power of a new moment ,  determination unrelenting ,  and  the grace of

life in each breath

leads us to break free and breathe again .

‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
#11

 

 

 

Ancient Light

The moon rise slides into place .  It’s  light inviting and inspiring .  It commands your energy into new and ancient places .  Is it deep sleep or restlessness that it brings ?  It’s glow could you bring you home  some night . And to a home that seemed vaguely absent it may help you to meet  once again  .  On those rare nights when it catches  hold of you , when you didn’t see it coming , and it takes one of your breathes away and you loose the insignificance bits . In that second there is freedom .  Illumination in degrees is , at times , surprising .  It may be necessary to decide to welcome the bright light and it’s warmth . It is there  waiting  to know your soul’s answer is yes . Yes to ancient light from stars long gone and yes to steering along a path set in motion when your first breath had begun .

……To be continued 

In The Dead of Night

In the deep  quiet of the night there  used to  live an endless invitation to set your spirit to soaring .  A time set aside  for discovery and an opportunity to break the boldest or the most  mysterious bonds holding onto you .

Now in the dead  of the night are  the  children . Children that did not  ask for this life . Children being criminalized  simply  for being alive . Children being  whisked through airports like some strange secret , like a lie .

The wailing ,  the visceral sounds of the wailing of the innocent  babes and their Mamas being torn apart will follow these men in charge to their graves . They don’t know it yet . But it will . Haunting a spirit  for evermore will be the suffering caused by the deeds of men with no heart and no soul .