A view in my office
Reflects to me
Love in my heart
Noble and pure
I see not a flower
But a heart
Filled with love ~
(beijas cam, on tour, 2014)
I am open wide for Love My eyes see it coming My mouth waters open My heart breathes it in I am open wide for Love! My arms outstretched To receive its warmth And satisfying goodness! I am open wide … Continue reading
Are You blowing in the wind, my Darling? Are You carefree and open to the sun? Are You breathing the fresh air of spring, Giving You new life to start again? Are You giving new hope to your heart, Filled … Continue reading
I reach out for You As this branch reaches for a reflection of its kin I reach out for you And have the success that sticks have holding water I reach out for You And am reminded of how quickly hope, like illusion, … Continue reading
I can nearly see the whole moon When I look up in the sky The brightness of the face there Mocks me from on high If I could reach and touch him I’d swing upon his brow And jump into … Continue reading
~ When You grow, I am blessed Our Love is shared with all the rest ~
Please come to me Please! How I miss You Oh, so much! You’ve been gone From me too long! I’m desperate For Your touch! My face needs Your sweet warmth My nose needs Your fresh scent My hands wring Fervently … Continue reading
Quiet Simple Beautiful She glows with Golden Light She wakes up in The morning And She bustles In the night Soft to touch She waits for Rain to feed Her gentle Face Stretch and bend And up She goes With … Continue reading
My core had been
I was drifting,
Bouncing on the waves
Of self-deluding fears
Now I stand on the shore
I watch the waves
Pulling me down
I listen but only hear
The roar of the ocean
In my mind
Make the effort
The fork in the channel
Of energy in me
Beckons toward Light
Let go, let go
End the fight
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