Dear One,
To feel so flooded with vios, that principle from which life manifests into expressions of vitality...
The birds feasting on worms with dew in the air and on the grass
The sun teasing us with its soft golden pink light cutting through the veil of fair indigo clouds
It happens in a flash that is timeless.
God is all around
Breathe in the essence
Swim in the manna
Drink till we are in ecstasy
The parting words always
All is Well
Life is Good
We are Truly Blessed
Dormant vitality in me awakens
Heartspace stretches into new territories
Sleeping pain and love expresses itself
Tears of joy and aching are one and the same
Recognition of the Sacred is a Precious Experience.
Love,
Your Beautiful Muse
At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Monday, May 31, 2010
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