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Guardian Spirit

Tamanawas Falls Mt. Hood National Forest, Parkdale, OR

“Guardian Spirit”  Mt. Hood National Forest, Parkdale, OR

Tula Top Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com   Posted May 28, 2012

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The light of the Lord

In the misty haze

Illuminates the Land

On which we pray.

The great water fall

Cleanses ill thoughts away.

The earth beneath your feet

And the dirt between your toes

Is a reminder from where life first arose.

Beneath the earth the roots burrow deep

Into the core of our nurturing Lord.

Within the divinity of God’s breathe

Is the heavenly air that fills each life.

The Forest of trees

With outstretched limbs

Reach for the Lord

In loving accord.

The water drops from the falls

Feed the Forest to grow so tall.

The sunlight shines

With warmth that

Caresses the leaves and vines.

And within it all

Is the call

To rejoice

In the Magnificence

Of the Lord.

Awards

Thank you Soumya for all these wonderful awards.   It has been a pleasure reading your blog and commenting on your beautiful words.  I often find myself lost in your words and the images you create in my mind.  You are a very thoughtful and creative writer.   You nurture my mind, heart, and spirit.

The bogging world is vast as I find inspiration and beauty in the photos and words of many blogs.  Each writer and photographer touches me in their own unique way.   Some post pull on my heart strings, other post stimulate my mind and stretch my thoughts and ideas while, other writers speak directly to my Spirit and Spiritual yearning for more.

I apologize for my delay in responding to Soumya’s kind and generous awards.  I also must admit I sometimes have a hard time figuring out how to do things on this blog.  For some reason I could not put the Commenter award and the 7×7 award up.  I have tried cut and paste without success, I “saved as”, and I have no idea how to link anything.  So forgive me.

One of my first blogs to follow and an early follower of my blog is Meiro,  http://meirozavian.wordpress.com  – Meiro provides very sensitive and thought provoking post.  Her talent and sensitivity can be seen even when she is at a loss of imagination.

http://theeffstop.wordpress.com  – Absolutely beautiful photos.  Everything in nature makes my spirit sour and these pictures are so real I want to touch them.  It is a wonderful journey around the United States great sights and parks.   Check out the chipmunks…they are darn cute!  It is an incredible thought these little guys and gals are a perfect manifestation of God’s creativity…and filled with Spirit.

http://oursoulspurpose.com  – I started following this blog recently and quickly found lessons for my life and living.  Christine is a very insightful blogger and she explores her topics on an everyday level.

http://foreverpoetic.wordpress.com  – Wendell is also a new blog for me.  The first time I went to his site I instantly got lost in his poetry and I was surprised how long I had been reading through his blog.  He is a very romantic poet.  I am mesmerized by his love poems for his wife…and they leave me thinking of the man who will someday say these things about me.   Even at 51 we can dream of ever- lasting love!

These are just a few of the great blogs I follow that inspire me, ignite my passions and stretch my world.  Enjoy them and add them to your list of blogs to follow.

Judgment Day

Tunnel of Trees Cloister Gormanston College

Tunnel of Trees”  Gormanstown College, Co Meath, Ireland,   Martina Fagan, Photographer

www.photobotos.com   June 2, 2012

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For judgment day we sit and wait

Judgment day still so far away.

Judgment is our fate.

In the field of judgment we let our children play.

In the bed of judgment we lay.

In the tunnel of darkened light

Judgment finds it way.

Upon the political leader the judgment falls.

The court calls the life sentence,

People in unrest want justice for all.

Judgment good or bad…

Is it a part of the divine plan?

Judgment a manmade thing,

Gives power to those who lead.

And fear to those who breathe.

Where is the peace when we crumble to our knees?

Where is God’s Divinity when we fear the people who lead?

The seed of judgment rooted deep…

Is the foundation on which we weep…

Weep in fear…

Weep in pain…

Weep from the damage of the judging word.

Judge others…

Judge ourselves…

Wear the mask of Judgment,

Blocking sight of the internal flame.

As judgment turns us from the God within

Judgment can’t break our spirit,

It just breeds lies and pain.

Judgment a companion of lust and greed.

The prison guard that chains the judged to a verdict of deceit.

An illusion of right and wrong…

Turn from judgment to the Truth

Ask yourself…

“Do I see the light of God in the judgments I make?”

Trickle of Love

Powerscout Waterfall Ireland

“Powerscout Waterfall” – Wicklow Mountains, Ireland –

Flip Kos – Featured Photographer   www.photobotos.com  June 4, 2012

A trickle of love runs through the heart with each beat.

I shed a single tear as I weep.

An ache withers in pain.

Pain exists on the earthly plane.

A babbling brook overflows in the rain.

There is no shame.

There is no pain.

A gush of love swells the vein.

A heart bounds within a frame.

The water fall cascades in the earthly plane.

A song in the heart

Dances in the brain.

Love exists on every plane.

Many Blessings!

Hi Everyone,

As the end of the month is approaching I have found myself a little behind in my work.  Since starting this blog I spend many hours reviewing other blogs and working on my poems.  Since I am self-employed this approach felt to be working for a while and now I have deadlines fast approaching.   So I will return as soon as I am caught up.  Very soon!  At that time I will address the awards and will let the writing flow.  This is just a gentle reminder that I need to balance my life and my passions.  Wishing you many blessings!

God Needs No Name.

It is early spring

The birds sing the Lords song.

The sun sneaks up over the lawn

Warming the new life that’s born.

The dew covered grass

Glistens in the light.

A little rabbit nibbles in delight.

The bees go buzzing bye

To find a sweet flower

On which to dine.

The butterfly dances across the sky

In all this I see

The Lord’s Smile

Spread across the clear blue sky.

(1976)

For as long as I can remember the beauty of nature has always moved me.  Even as a child I would love to watch the dawning day from my bed room window.  In the dark I would sit and listen to the sounds of the night.  The rain and snow falling has never stopped  engaging me.   It was and still is in these sounds and sights… I see God.    This particular poem I never named.   So today I will call it “God Needs No Name.”  As god is Omnipresent.

Forgotten

Forgotten Coastal Portugal

“Forgotten” – Coast of Portugal – Nelson Bolinhas – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com  May 24, 2012

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Let us forget about sin.

To the Spirit within

Sin is just a hell on earth.

A thought of confusion

Born to this place and time.

It is a mind without clarity.

A mind without truth

Of the love of God.

Sin is in the shade of gray

Where spiritual light

Has faded away.

So quickly turn back to the light

And enter the consciousness of the Lord.

For on your journey it is always there.

On your journey sin is only a lapse in mind

It has no power or commitment to you.

It only imitates the right thing to do.

With your eyes on your inner light

All things will be aright.

For there is no sin

Within the universe.

For God is Love and

Not a curse.

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I want to thank Soumyav for this very thoughtful nomination.  She has been a great inspiration to me with her beautiful poetry and the diversity in her thoughts and writing.  Blogging has brought me great joy and love hearing from others in this world that I would never have met without the internet.  Thank you!

  1. Nominate other blogs that you enjoy to receive this award.
  • http://meirozavian.wordpress.com  Mei’s blog was one of the first blog’s I started to follow. And this blog has never disappointed me.  She is a very insightful writer who shares the depths of emotions and experiences.  Mei also uses the writings of our great poets to create a platform for emotional and spiritual growth.
  • http://malouprestado.com  Malou’s blog is full of beautiful pictures and wonderful entries on her travels, family, experiences and some great recipes.  After reading her blog I often feel as if I have been traveling with her.
  • http://www.apoetsjournal.wordpress.com Carol is a fun and light hearted blogger.  In her time on the internet she has been developing a beautiful blog with thoughtful post and awesome photographs. Check out her poetry
  • www.clownrhyms.wordpress.com I have been very impressed with this blog as Corey is a fun poet to follow.  His site is open to others and he host poetry challenges.  I think what impresses me the most, besides his young age, is his commitment to highlighting work that are thought provoking and elevate the social consciousness of his readers.

While I have nominated four blogs here I know there are many others in the blogging community that are worthy of being honored.  It is evident to me that it is important to keep myself open to other blogs as they all support my personal and spiritual growth.  Also, the diversity in all these blogs are helping me to grow in my craft and have highlighted my desire to expand how I write poetry.   So stay tuned as I start to learn more about the poetry craft to expand my use of words and imagery.

Procreate

“A New Day”  The Dolomites, Italy,  Matteo Zanvettor – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com May 13, 2012

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Rocks reaching high

The sky bends low

The Lord whispers in the air

That embraces the land below.

Moss on the rocks,

Sun in the sky,

Clouds in the way

Blocking sight of the glorious rays.

Joy in hearts,

Worry in minds,

Blocking the truth of what is real.

In an explosive roar

The rocks erupt from the loving core.

Just as Anger that has been stored.

Hatred festers,

Love ignored,

From it comes the horrors or war.

It is our thoughts that procreate

The culture of love

Or the state of hate.

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Today I choose to love!

Eight years ago I knelt with my hands in the dirt

I planted a young vine with love and mirth.

I watered and fed the vine

While I dreamed of the flowers it would bring.

Across the lattice the branches did spread

The leaves so gently popped their head.

For eight years I waited to see the flowery crown.

Now with a lush fullness the flower buds bring.

A lacy white top that makes my heart sing.

A climbing hydrangea so lush and pure

A beautiful flower that climbs,

From the dirt floor.

In the cup like petals

Is a heartfelt of love.

In the sunlight shines the truth

In the flowering world this is the symbol

Of life’s enduring beauty and grace.

For me this is what I have waited eight years to see.

In 2004 I planted a climbing hydrangea in my garden.  Each year the branches spread across the lattice fencing.  And each year I waited to see the flowers bloom.  Last year the flower buds started to open until we had an early heat wave in May.   The young tender petals were scorched in the bright burning sun.  So this year I have been very eager to see the full hydrangea flowers.  Yesterday,  I counted 8 blooms starting to open.