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Sunday

I will complete this cycle of acrostics with Sunday. Hope the blessings of the Sun are welcomed in your hearts and souls on this Glorious Day!

Sacred sun serenade,
Unabridged ubiquity,
Necessitate. Navigate. Narrate. Name.
Distill daily dividends divinely.
Announce ancillary Architects' awakening.
Yep. Yawning, Yearning, You!

Posted on August 23, 2009 at 10:31am

I Am On Fire

I
Am
On
Freedom's
Initiation
Ride
Eternally

Posted on August 21, 2009 at 11:04am

Morning Dew

Took a little walk, some fifty feet (about all I can manage in my current recovery state after surgery). I was stopped by the dew on the green blades of grass. What a gift, nature's delights.

Morning Dew

Making my way
Over pathways of pain
Release fear
Now
I am
New
Grateful
Divine dew drops
Ever glistening
Water of life

Posted on August 20, 2009 at 11:03am

Today

Today
Open
Delicate Wings
Arise and say:
Yes

Posted on August 19, 2009 at 12:57pm

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At 2:41pm on August 21, 2009, Doug Wendt said…: Thanks! Cat is quite a perculator. Hope you are feeling OK.

At 12:00pm on August 21, 2009, Richard Lukens said…: Hi Doren.. thanks for the posts on the site... nice reading them...

All the best,

-R

At 1:06pm on August 19, 2009, mary rose said…: Hi Doren, Good connecting with you here on AOAND.

At 9:48am on May 25, 2009, The Ancient One said…: The Fountain
by Sara Teasdale

Oh in the deep blue night
The fountain sang alone;
It sang to the drowsy heart
Of a satyr carved in stone.

The fountain sang and sang
But the satyr never stirred—
Only the great white moon
In the empty heaven heard.

The fountain sang and sang
And on the marble rim
The milk-white peacocks slept,
Their dreams were strange and dim.

Bright dew was on the grass,
And on the ilex dew,
The dreamy milk-white birds
Were all a-glisten too.

The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell,
The dreaming peacocks stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.