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The Hues of the New Day

Oh I how I breath in  deeply at the sight of the new day .

Leaving room for wondering , leaving room for you dear yesterday .

Sometimes I speak to you in the night and wait in vain for your reply .

And sometimes the mystery of the night is  my cloak of comfort and inspiration to fly .

 

A Red Robin on the Path …..

The winds picked up  strength  and caused the window panes to rattle fiercely  .  A shiver ran up

her spine  as a small gasp escaped from in between her lips .  This morning’s outing was

seeming to evolve into a challenge  .  The tea was ready and  she cliched the cup  ,  mellowing

with the  warmth , feeling soothed and her spirit  revived  .  ” I could loose myself in a day such

as this one ”  she said aloud absentmindedly  .

Can you loose yourself in the wanderings  of the heart ? Or is that exactly when

you find yourself ?       Now back to our story ….

Glancing down the hall she caught sight of her fine , woolen scarf .  A deep purple , soft and

with a  delicate weave of subtle earth tones interspersed .  Perfect for today’s outing .

The enthusiasm  for the new day was ignited in her spirit by her love of the unknown alongside

the comforts of home .  “Snap to it ! ” she thought . Time to get ready or this day will be gone !

…….to be continued

 

 

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream…continued

As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .

Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later  a  bit of rustling amongst the trees

outside  had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language  all  of

their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against  them ? ”  Slowly her head  turned towards the

kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees .  Suddenly …

A  powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up .   Startled , just a bit , she turned her

attention towards the kettle .  Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down

and just then the steam set off the whistle .

Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm  .

 

To be continued ….

 

Sleep Walking

A delight to be fully awake  and a fright to see  the sleep walking  surrounding the brilliant lights.

“Don’t startle them awake ” I say  .  Then I wonder why .

Clear sight into wisdom and willingness to question ideas  with ideals will , surely , free  even the darkest among us .

A twirl within a dance may welcome a smile  but just as simply invite a tear to the eye  .

Dancing creating new life in the heart intensifying the vibrant  songs  in the light  of your sight .

Gently quiet …a slight hush sweeping slowly over the dreams in your wakefulness  .

I live to hear those dreams .  I love to know  the life in their mysteries   .

 

Where Were You Born From ?

Where were you born from ?

Ancient plans in DNA and stars within galaxies too far to see ?

Sleep to see freely from ego and explore the boundaries

and to know the wisdom.

Accumulating and storing perceptions and insights to use in the travels ahead .

Step and step again again .

Clarity in my eyes

though

sometimes I can’t see .

 

 

Meeting Providence

You saw into my  eyes rather than looking at them and then  me .  And…..

dare i say “Hello”  dear providence ?

Your knowingness is real .

Is there comfort in what  you see ?

I’ll share my heart  with thee

And then will you dance with me ?

The  wildness,  you see,  can subside and still be free .

when the moon calls to the spirit

And we cannot turn away

then there will be comfort with you dear Providence .

The Eye of the Heart