Flying by Karen Harvey
…she longed to take flight
…she longed to take flight
If earth and sky could take you there
Lift you into the atmosphere,
Make you dream,
Teach you to dare,
…a squadron of silver snowflakes
on a mission
Arrayed in red, orange and gold
To a symphony…
Sun shining radiance
Lighthouse of universal stars
Through darkness
Helping others
She hides behind the shattered fragments
of that golden lily
This is never all there is.
Nature is seen in every living thing
Around the world, even in the rain
Rain is part of nature you know
Nature even lives in the cold wet snow
Snow can’t freeze it and neither can ice
Nature lives in both, so let me be precise
It is not only flowers, grass and trees
And Caterpillars that eat up the leaves
We see […]
I still wait for something to happen
but no sound comes out of my mouth
and my tears are dry.
Seeing the John Deere trucker-cap
on the Upper-East-Side hipster’s head
brought it all back—
My sky-diving friend
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The roar of a Stone King worshipping Mother who is Earth—–the celebratory dance of Her other elementals all around Him—–He is shown the respect of the Gods, as karmic balance is brought to the imbalances manifested on this planet by man . read on…..
here is the hope i have for us.
to plough a piece of aching dawn.
to drop my heart into your arms.
Droplets of dew on fresh green grass
“Go find yourself,” that was what Jenna’s therapist, Marcie said when Jenna mentioned she was considering going to Boulder, Colorado to house-sit for her best-friend Sara.
I am the dust of the universe,
I am the child of light…
It’s been that kind of dreadful week.
Nothing, of course,
compared to the blood
Not by choice, but through
sly forgetfulness,
I have planted more pinks.
Footprints in sand on sacred ground
Gasping for a life
grounded. a tree.
i am a big tree.
bigger than mother
nature herself.
The backlit sky was pink and gold
The warm sun on a cool morning,
The touch of a loved one.
We lie side by side in the perfect spot, near but not too near the ocean’s edge, on our stomachs, toes pointing toward the sea.