many lessons man will learn giving love ever earned I am loyal to an end not your blood lifelong friend take a ride go afar jump right in the family car I am faithful I defend mending hearts of man and kin in the end eternal love ever burns mix our ashes in an urn.
sun mistress shining heat breath of life encircle keep red and white cheeks of roses flowing hair in fields of wheat perfume of planted pungent dirt my love is rare and further deep she walks upon another ground I shall never stand upon I hear her sound sweet music immortal mirth a goddess never touching… Continue reading Sun mistress
the bird tweets his song the sun glows the wind blows the clouds form and the days are long nature will do what it does whether or not we are here the burden is ours for what we get out of life and although we can't blame God for everything who likely gets most the… Continue reading bird
This thing called life does breathing make it real? if you are afraid of nothing you are not living right... yet, to go on and endure we must rise to each challenge becoming braver and more forgiving it is as though we must learn to grow wings of angels looking down upon all from afar.
God's beloved you knew when you laid eyes upon me I come from the source I can teach you my first time in a body I learn from you but a teacher learns far more from his student in training to go back and become a better angel the reporter of lost knowledge and researcher… Continue reading Dolores Cannon
I have to say without doubt it matters not the tree its soul speaks to mine because they know I am one of them they utter words my inner being hears with truest delight.
I'll be a black water river slow flowing dark water who took its time over brown and glittery rocks with mossy hair my fish would be well fed moving and wiggling about my mind leaves would sink like lead weights resting on blackened pebbles white sand on my shores surrounded by trees looking down to… Continue reading I’ll be a black water river
there is a beauty about being alone when the mind has been silenced... a cool night the night air the stars the trees the reflections in the water walking on the jetty alongside your silent ever present friends...
within all the old forests with big tall trees there is a spirit there you won't feel in younger forests if you are going to cut those ancient trees down they know you are coming for them they have their own way you don't mess with the trees talk they have souls a collective entity… Continue reading old forest
In the midst of catching a glimpse of such a wonderful fluttering butterfly I was born I wondered who would know it was once a caterpillar without knowing them? and, then came the dark clouds in a flurry and thunder clapping the lightening flashing the rain pounding down I wondered where the butterfly had gone… Continue reading In the midst