“Good Mornings”

When mornings,

are like this…

…and Heaven’s,

warming hands,

are sensed…

…Sound,

is purest, Silence…

Night, is,

still, white,

alive,

with satin stars…

and, breathing,

Nature,

also, rests…

…I recognise

the gentle vibe,

of happy healing,

effortlessly,

nestled,

in my, Earthen, chest..

Am, Present,

as,

the deepest air,

is reacquainted,

with my vacant lungs,

in ways,

I’d not encountered,

yet.

Aware,

of Inspiration’s energies,

awaking,

that,

I thought,

I’d put to bed.

When,

the morning,

is like this…

…all, cranberry-red…

and fragrances of dew,

refill the atmosphere…

the power of

those, stirring, frequencies,

becomes

rebalanced,

realigned…

…retunes itself,

with me.

Imagination,

is the key.

The signature,

in which,

my Spirit sings

and signs,

uniquely.

Because,

mornings,

which are good,

like this,

are Designed,

to rediscover,

such,

Creative Majesty.

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“Myth-Understood”

What IS it,

with this, “being misunderstood”?

When all you are being

and doing,

is, good?

Why, all of the suspicion?

The need, for undermining,

or derision?

Is there a longing,

to be satisfied,

meaning that,

Intention and Trust

must collide,

with a force,

that attempts to

upset the insides?

What gives,

when that’s

what is happening?

Or, whom?

Why, so hard,

with commitment,

is it,

to live?

Confounded.

Confused.

The bemusement,

joins forces with

cynicism.

Well,

there’s another rhythm,

declaring,

this myth-understanding,

is clear.

When Motivation,

is founded,

in the Unconditional…

You are surrounded,

by Love…

which will cast out your doubt…

So, there, really is,

nothing,

and no-one,

to fear.

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“Love Is Not On Lockdown”

Late night.

The cranberry glass,

is red and full.

Singing, Marley,

in an empty room,

satisfies my Soul

and guides me,

away from gloom,

into, wholehearted, recognition.

I take nothing for granted.

The World,

it may be screaming,

writhing,

in silent agony,

expressed,

though twisted tree-trunks,

and honey bees,

that can, barely, hover

over flowers,

on the verge of defeat…

… manifested, through

a kingdom of animals,

skipping

generations of growth..

But,

I, still, endeavour,

to sip,

slowly,

from the goblet of reality.

Once, is enough,

for clarity.

Moderation,

seals the edges.

I return, to stolen moments.

To the town,

which holds me dearly.

I take nought, for granted.

I like it, like that…

…And,

I know,

I’m falling,

falling,

into the arms of

a mandate of Love,

that yearns,

to reach the root

of every frown..

…that teaches, new speech,

to recompense, at length,

the sorrow,

placed, on lay-away…

For,

today,

has caused a reaction,

a determination,

to turn life around,

for others…

Be the reassurance,

that,

Everlasting Love,

is not

on lockdown.

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“Peace.Be.Still.”

Pray

Every

Act

Causes

Empathy

Because

Every

Story

Talks

In

Life

Lessons.

 

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