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When There is a Yearning to be Touched
You tell me that you are untouchedYour flower unfurled, your nectar undrunkSeeds still in their pollen sacs. I laughed in disbeliefAfter more than three decades in the sunYou are still searching for the one? With so much variety and beautyAll shapes and sizes and...
What My Spirit Guides Said to Me
I asked my spirit guides last nightAs I prepared to go to bedWhy is he in my life right now?And this is what they said. Not before a laugh and soft winkThey said you think too muchHe is here for your own companyAnd you know, such and such. By then I knew they were all...
Feel the Fizz Even When Life Fizzles
Have you ever gone through one of those periods in your life where you feel good for no particular reason? You just feel good for feeling good? You experience a sensation so strong, bubbling up in your chest and into your headspace like the first tickling fizz of a...
Believing in the Mystical and Magical
My chariot awaitslike Cinderella’s pumpkin. But instead of micemagically turned into horses,mine is reined by guidesof the spirit kind — the mystical, coconciousness. Gently leading me along a path unknownsome doors being swung openedothers slammed shut on their own....
Reach for the Abundance That Is Always Available
I always meditate before I write my spiritually-based blog stories with most times not having any idea as to what might bubble up to the surface. There are times when I go into my quiet space with an idea that I figure would be a good to share one based on what I had...
When Starry-eyed, You Stargaze
I can’t wait for that day when you and Iwill swing from our hammocksenjoying the night sky — Searching for planets and asteroids galorefor Jupiter and VenusThe Big Dipper and more — You’d pull out your app, the techy you areand lift it up skywardsto find all the stars...
Dead Calm in the Center
After the passing of a tropical wave — not the one that laps against the shoresometimes gentle like puppy loveor loud and crashing like thoughts in the dead of the night — when sleep evades.The type that passes high in the sky withdark clouds, thunder, and streak...
Where Are You Going, Young Lad?
Move! No response Move! No response Move! A slight murmuring from the lips of the lazy, Did you figure me out and now calling me crazy? Move to go where? I’m happy right here In my small world with dreams smaller still. No moving for me, I am happy you see, preferring...
Imagination Brings Satisfaction
Tease meYou say — send me somethingfrom behind the curtain I want to seeYouNot with my eyesbut with my soul Let me birth in methe part of me that you seewhere no flaws existWhere perfectionis the orderof our creation Let me hear the waterpouring from the showeras it...