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[Erin Michelle]

Sky Watchers

I don't I like Spring
I love the juicy purple violets
The daffodils that romp through through the cold like dogs in snow
I love the flowers that only grow in the harsh and the frost
They don't mind their breath in clouds of coldness
Nazca lines crossed on their leaves

I love those who defy her but
I don't like Spring
Spring torments me with dreams of tall flowers
I see the blossoms against my eyelids when I try to sleep
I join the brave ones
breathing in the night
Teak gives off the love of the gardener who blessed me

Lying still on the unyielding hardness becomes an embrace
I open my eyes to the sky
I know the stars dance just for me
Knowing
Hundreds, thousands, a million and more others
We are soothed by love
We are warm in the snow
We know the stars dance just for us


For Silja Love, Erin

[Silja Saareoks-Kaldre]

As the angels between us
keep the distances short
Through connections it feels
that we're sharing this boat

If we give from the heart
we will always grow more
We're here from the start
but there's more to exploreˇ~ˇˇ*ˇˇ~*

[Brenda Brocal]

I don’t know why you make me feel this way
Mad and sad and bad
Ecstatic, passionate, overjoyed
All at the same time

Don’t really know why
And I don’t want to know why

Yes I don’t want to know
Too afraid to know
Because
I know
It would lead me
To my heart
And seeing you
There

That’s why
I would rather
Not know
Why

[Brenda Brocal]

*Lost*

I have to admit I kept a little hope
In my heart
That things will turn out better
It’s been four long years
We’ve gone through
Battles and wars
And came out alive
We’ve weathered
Hundreds of storms together
And came out standing still
Was it wrong to keep hoping
For something good to happen?
Was I mistaken
To give myself completely?
Have I been had, been used
Without my knowing?
I pray not
But the thought slowly burns me
Numbs me
Sometimes the pain
Simply helps
To forget
To forget
To forget...

[Ron Alexander]

The Reading of the Will
Ron Alexander
I was directed into the brightly lit conference room
by myself.
My nephew, the only other beneficiary, was
left in the waiting room.
I sat at a big table with a lot of chairs.
There was an extra lawyer at the
reading of the will. I think the trust
lawyer wanted a witness especially
to one hand written yellow legal page
on which Mom scribbled out the names of
all the beneficiaries of her vast amount of
jewelry. I was left off that list too, but
the trust lawyer and his family
were included, of course.
Page after page were read with my
name being left to the last couple
of pages containing minor parts of the estate.
I would have been left out to the last
page if my last remaining brother had
not died last year.
The last page was the request that the left over cash would
be divided between the three of us (now two).
The lawyer said that would not be much
after all Mom’s bills were paid.
Left over change.

What was Mom thinking in 2006 when
she decided to take me out of the will?
The trust lawyer blamed it on my ex-wife,
but I knew it was more than that.
My numbed brain was already busy compiling
a list of all the things I had done to Mom that she would
reject me so completely.
My self-analysis was divided between anger
at my Mom, Aunt and my nephew and the trust lawyer.
And myself. My inner tormentor was going
wild in self – condemnation. Suicide
even became a thought, but I did not
want to give the others that satisfaction.
I knew my only path would be to
somehow prove my innocence to myself.
To transform the tormenting to comforting thoughts.
And to forgive them, yet I was too angry for that.
Then I remembered “Father, forgive them for
they know what they do.”
I made that verse a “prayer without ceasing”
Well, in between a lot of angry thoughts anyway.
In addition, no thoughts were a helpful option in
those brief glorious moments of meditation.
More meditation is definitely a prescription
for a more peaceful mind.

"Things are thoughts" is a quote from a
friend who was told that by
a shaman in the jungles or Equador recently.
So if our life is cluttered with things, our mind
is cluttered with thoughts.
An uncluttered mind is a more peaceful mind.
This is another reason my Mother "spared me"
(a favorite phrase of one of my favorite teachers - Byron Katy),
when she virtually left me out of her will.

Yet, I knew I was in for a long trip
in the valley of torment.

“Help” from a long way away,
I heard when under the direction of
a respected meditation teacher’s guided
visualization of hearing my Mom from
beyond.

Was it her plea or mine?

first draft – 4-14-09

[SpiritWalker]

Celebration Of A Passing

If we cry when we are born
shouldn't we laugh when we die
because the beauty of the sky
just got brighter with me in it?

If I am free of pain
and my body is the same
as it was before the rain
then why should you cry?

Believe that I am with you
Hold onto the memories,
good and bad,
because only in those moments
did we truly live

Celebrate us
and all the smells, sights and sounds
that remind you
and realize the blessing,
not the loss

I am spirit now
lighting the winds
blowing by
as I whisper in your ear
the same as always

I am light now
shining,
illuminating your love
with my soul print
stamping it on your heart
forever

As the sun beams down
and the autumn leaves fall
when the snow pours white
and the fever of spring tickles you
I will be there
loving you as always

[Erin Michelle]

Beautiful dreams fly with the spirit and comfort us with your words. Thank you. I hope this is featured here.
Love, Erin

[Source Vibrations]

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The Garden

The Garden has no beginning and no end
It is older than the moon and sun that shine upon it
and younger than the newest sprout that grows from within

The Garden is Perfect and Complete
Every color, every scent, every shape and touch belongs
Nothing is separate from the root of it's ancient center
No thing is missing from the bounty it emits

Fruits of Wonder
Fruits of Acceptance
Fruits of Forgiveness
Fruits of Transformation
Fruits of Extension

The harvest's form although rising and falling, is unalterable at it's core
Each yield offering a bite of abundance as it explodes with
a variation of tastes - eternally refining it's succulence -
Each sensation a memory of the Gardener's desire

In Gratitude we recognize
The Garden of Origination is forever still
Changeless is its Nature
Always allowing Creation to pour forth from it
Eternity blooming in it's faithfulness and resolution.


The Master Gardener

I AM the Call of the Creator
Vibrating the OneSelf and Shining the Heart's Inner Light
All through the Garden of Origination

The mist that splashes from my Essence
Offers an elixir of Spirit's Nature
Poured into the Gardener's cup

Drink deeply of this distillation
I AM is absorbed through your lips

As this extract nourishes the Gardener's chamber
Give Thanks
Watching, as the Gardener pours a drink for his friend

[Ron Alexander]

The Reading of the Will
Ron Alexander

feeling blessed to
be with Mom
when she passed
recently to cloudy
cool winter day
then squinting into fluorescent
conference room by myself
the other beneficiary
nephew left in waiting room
big table lots of chairs
extra lawyer to witness
page after page after page read
without my name
finally shows on last pages
containing minor parts of estate
only listed there since
remaining brother died last year
last page a request that
leftover cash divided
between three of us (now two)
not much after Mom’s bills
left over change
attempted mollification by lawyer
saying that Mom would have left
me off completely because of ex-wife
but he stepped in and advised her
that she could not take it with her
-you know what your Mom was like
he asked me
it was more than that
mentally compiling
list that would
lead to such rejection
why did she do that
why did I do that
why did she say that
why did I say that
why why why why
please quit brain
storm outside
hard time seeing while driving
rain/tears/rage
turned down invitation
from aunt to stay overnight
with her and newly enriched
drug/alcohol addicted nephew
screaming curses at Mom
stopped at cheap motel isolating
deep near suicidal despair
storm continues outside
dark clouds sparking lightening
strikes in my mind

(6th draft 5-19-09)

[Howard Shapiro]

“INNOCENCE”
Earth Patriot CD
Lyrics by Howard Shapiro
Music by Howard Shapiro & Gregg Perry

When I look into a child’s eyes
The innocence I see
A sense of joy and wonder
That seems so lost to you and me

The butterfly upon the wind
The rainbow in the sky
A child’s laughter echoes now
Though the tears are in my eyes

As the forests cry as they fall
We simply turn away
In blindness this must be
So others need to pay

Then beauty fades from the land
And still we question why
Innocence can’t touch our hearts
No matter how hard we try

Yet I dream of a world that cares
About our children and all their fears
And will try to touch their hearts and souls

For in every child I see
Is the face of humanity
Just wanting a little beauty to face the day
We do pray

And before I leave this world
I‘ll try to understand
A child’s heart of innocence
That gives without demand

Is it so hard to leave to them
A world that sings of life
Where their parents hatred
Will turn to love not strife

Yet I dream of a world that cares
About our children and all their fears
And will try to touch their hearts and souls

For in every child I see
Is the face of humanity
Just wanting a little beauty to face the day
We do pray

Innocence
Give us innocence
Innocence
Bless us with innocence

Innocence
Give us innocence
Innocence
This world needs innocence

© 2005 KUMANU MUSIC (BMI)

[narciso favores escala]

A dot has a value
And meaning
You and I is a dot
Like the sun
The stars
And the moon
Are just a simple dot
In the milky way
There is war and chaos for just a dot
While people think like a such
Yet knowing not we all
Gone like a simple dot.

[narciso favores escala]

SAVE THE WORLD

The signs of the time
Like hunger, war , flood or earthquake
Won't you think
It's an end of the world.?

The question of the time
Is there a chance
To live like a paradise
Won't you think
Life on earth is a chance?

Around the world there's sadness and fair
Can't you think , Oh why?
Ain't we are the outbreak of law?
Look around and picture the world
It's hard to paint sometimes
Cause we are the outbreak of law,

The answer for the coming time
Let us save the world today
We can stop this misery
By changing our ways.

Save the world
Save the world , my friend
Save the world, today
For tomorrow's children
Save the world.

Note: A lyric of my song written in 1992...just to share.