sun shines, while the
bird calls and sings from its perch,
calling them all home
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set against a backdrop
of colors plethora
a house of light
rises from the sea, and
guides them all home
In response to the WDYS #79 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

The music fills me with such
love and beauty, it’s like free-falling
with all the best intentions, just now,
while the world shepherds a course
of direction, and I feel that deep connection.
I sit and let the music fill me, every nook and
cranny of my soul becomes engulfed in the
sound and feeling of all that’s there. Oh, such
devotion and care.
Care for ourselves is such an important
part of our journey. Sometimes we feel lost,
and unsure, even uncomfortable in our own skin,
even when we are with our kin. It’s not a demerit,
we all feel this way at times, so let your heart inherit.
The joy you feel within, as you take in the piano
paying a melody you swear was written for you, and
you grin.
The smile filling the room with joy and love,
it’s enough to absolve the remainder of the lost
souls, in which you do connect, as you see yourself
in their midst, and have lived through the tests, just
as they are now presently, giving their best.
Best is what we each carry, give out, and try
not to tarry. No, give all that you have, my friend,
and, when it’s time, let the music fill you and
begin the dance again.

breathing
emotions rise
and fall, like the ocean,
waves coming and going,
and breaking as
needed

Some see a bent tree,
and they think it’s me. Little
do they know,
there imagining me,
just like in a dream.
You see me,
I see you,
we are all a part of this
Universally
accepted thing.
A collection of parts,
one and all, making up
the entire whole.
Next time you’re
out and about,
and you’re wondering
how it’s all carried out,
remember me,
for I’m a living and breathing
reflection
of the very thing,
you’ve been thinking about.
In response to Friday Fun – bent from Aroused, by CalmKate.

water tepid, and
luxurious in color,
as fragrance abounds.

blue
the water
flows so gently
I cross on stones
arrived

The table is set,
should I call the rest?
It’s that time again.
Time
to come together, and talk
about the weather, nay
politics, isn’t it rich?
I reminisce.
Times at the table, the sun
shining outside, cascading inside
filtered light, a delight.
Grandparents in the kitchen,
one hovering over a pot,
beans of some kind,
a roast in the oven,
and kids running
back and forth,
such fun.
All didn’t fit at the tiny table,
9 kids in all, with another,
oh, 20 plus or so,
cousins, ourselves,
we did call.
Though we didn’t all fit at the tiny table,
a much larger one
could be found on the patio,
crafted and created by my dear grandfather,
so long ago.
Memories
like this are so rich and full of life,
it’s like I can taste the food,
and feel the conversation,
at times, yes, full of strife;
and, yet love was at the center,
through tons of stormy weather.
Connections like this are rare indeed.
My invitation?
Hug
and love those closest to you,
when you feel the need.
In response to the WDYS #78 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

I strum the guitar,
just as the dream begins, and close
my eyes, and look within.
The sound coming from this instrument
fills me with a knowing
that feels like the best of times akin.
Back and forth, and forth and back,
strumming,
all the while there’s more coming.
Hands slide up and down the neck,
fingers tired,
yet no one remembers,
because the music
Is simply glorious in all it’s radiance.
The vibration shakes my being,
core holding tight
to this very special delight.
Skin prickles, wakes up,
just as the goose bumps begin to flush.

I sit and stare out the window,
as light, refracting,
dances and glints at me,
reminiscent of memories of another
time,
filling my face with light that
glows brightly from within as
the presence
sits upright and holds tight.
Within the temple of my senses,
the mystery I contemplate
awakens me
to the quiet immensity
of the antenna of my satellite.
I watch, listen, and learn, from
within,
the presence fills me with such
delight, and
the awakening keeps my mind clear
insight.
The outer world’s reflection
is alive with sprites,
beings in this garden
of Gaia’s night.
Behold,
the sense of alight
you feel,
as you watch,
the silent observer within,
for the next part of this
rhyme,
we may call life’s present to
sight.
Dreaming imagination,
yet steady observance
within this soul vehicle,
drifting in and out
of shades of consciousness
whilst grounding to the foundations
of the earth’s core vibration.
Within and without, such
a dance of wonder and joy
to conjure and explore. Stay and move
with the vibration that’s there, for it’s the gift
of this life’s stability and core.
Presence is present as a present,
multitudes of every giving galore.
We hope you enjoyed this second collaboration between Amber of DiosRaw and myself. Much fun.