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Regret…Regret…

The life that lives with regret,

Locked into fret…

Wears a noose tied tight around the neck.

Regret…Regret…

A place with no space,

Constrained and depressed.

Deny the Spirit within

And the regrets will spin.

Alone with regret,

No space left to let others in.

Push the Spirit away,

Regrets will play a trick on you.

Regrets an illusion you see,

That hides the truth of you,

And blocks a view of Thee.

Regret is a lie that denies your life.

Regret leaves you no place to go,

A hell on earth,

With sorrows that run deep.

A reservoir of blood drained from you,

Regret is your Ego boiling in spew.

The human with regret alone and ashamed,

Afflicted by self-blame.

Anger and bitterness eating at you,

What is left…what is there for you?

Let regret go,

And watch the Spirit grow.

Let go of regret and love will come,

Embrace yourself and light your flame.

You deserve more than blame,

The past is done…The story old…

It’s time to put down your fight.

It’s time to write a new chapter in life.

As regrets fade opportunities grow.

Leave regrets behind,

And bask in the light that shines.

Content…happiness…a place of bliss.

Dare to Dream without regret

And the Universe will manifest.

Dare to Dream Geneva, Switzerland Alex Teuscher

Dare to Dream – Geneva, Switzerland – Alex Teuscher

www.photobotos.com   June 24, 2012

 

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color rain drops

Color Rain” – France – Francois Dorothe – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com     June 3, 2012

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What prism do I see my life?

Is it through the eyes of love,

Or the veil of pain?

On what path did I chose to travel?

Is it with God

Or is all alone,

Locked in my human brain.

A place without sight of the glorious light,

A place where my choice

Can be blame.

Who am I to possess the Eternal Flame?

Who am I to scream at the sky,

That my fate is

God’s blame?

Who am I to close my eyes

To the beauty that is there?

Who am I to reject love,

From the Infinite above?

Who am I to reject

My place within the

Divine?

Who am I?

Who am I?

I am…I say

A Child of God

With Eternal Life,

Love of the Holy Core,

Divinity created by the Lord.

God is…

God is…

“I am”

God creates with Love

There is no rejection

From the Spirit above.

There is no apprehension

Of the sacredness

Of all that exist on this earth.

Who am I ?

Who is God?

God is…I am.

I am one,

Within the one,

Within the Infinite

Within the Eternal Flame.

I am one with God.

With love

Without blame.

I am

I am

God is…I am

And Is all…I am

I  am…

I am…

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First Light WM

“First Light” – Valdivia, Chile – Charles Brooks – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com June 14, 2012

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Silent night…a soundless blight,

A place of fright,

Resonates through the night.

In the darkness grows

The noiseless fight.

For some a place where agony

Vibrates throughout the soul’s plight.

The mind needs rest

In-bosomed in God’s breast.

In consciousness invest

In the merging of the best.

The best of humanity leaving behind

The human unrest.

Transform the thought from colorless dreams

To visions of love that stream in wistful things.

Love, and hate abates…

Joy, and pains quells…

Create, and emptiness fades…

Trust, and dreams do grow…

Believe, and your heart will sing…

The impulse of your essence will radiate

For all to know the universe vibrates

Of Love, that cultivates.

 

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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.

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“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!

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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.

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Manarola

“Manarola” – Manarola, Italy 

 Inge Johnsson – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com April 15, 2012

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There is a city of the Lord

Built upon the rocks.

Below the water flows

As a road for

Travelers to come and go.

In the city of the Lord

The lights and lamps set it a glow.

It is a city that has withstood

The furry of nature and the

Lives of millions

Who walk the stones

To the shore.

In every city across the world

Is the divinity of the Lord.

It is within the buildings.

Within the shops

And within the churches

Standing on the rocks.

There is always light that shines

Where ever life exist.

It is the people who know the light

That bring peace and love

To the land.

It is the children who play

And smile to bring

Joy to the town each day.

It is within every town

That the eternal light of God

Can be found.

It is within every heart

To grow love from a rock.

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“Falling Tide” – Manarola, Le Cinque Terre, Italy 

 Elia Locardi – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com  May 18, 2012

Falling Tide Vernazza Cinque Terre Italy

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Grand Falls in Golden Light

“Grand Falls” – Flagstaff, AZ – Scott Wood – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com  May 11, 2012

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As the Spirit flies in the sky

Above the cannon and rocks so high,

The cascading flow from the water source

Ebbs and course through the core.

The world so grand is created

By the One Spiritual hand.

In a land that flows with

God’s eternal light

Is the land where life exist

In perfect harmony.

Grace between air, water and dirt

Is the inherent nature of the earth.

The water moves

Across the rocks

And leaves a gorge in the core.

The river way

Spawns life and breath into

Those that swim and

Animals that play.

While the trees and plants grow

From the earth’s floor.

The sunlight ignites

The beauty of the Lord.

All life in and beneath the sky

Is a reflection of God’s creative side.

The Spirit that flows through

Air, water, and rocks,

Is the beating heart

And the breath of life.

It is throughout the land

That the Lord’s love spans

Within every molecule

Of air, water, and dirt.

Within every living creature

That roams the earth.

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In a place so far away,

is a land where the fairies play.

A place beneath the sky,

with clouds that ride,

the winds that tie the skies,

as the Infinite flies.

It is in the place that the fairies play

that the trees sway to the gentle breeze,

and the fairy dance shakes the leaves.

Within this garden is a misty air.

And on the floor in the garden beds

beneath the stems

of the Flowers that grow

the children run and climb

and nap upon the silken vines.

Within the flower head

lay the infants nestled in bed.

The petals cover the little ones.

And in the hand of God spans the Fairy Land

a place where dreams and wishes come true.

A place where Love Is dripping In the morning dew.

The sunlight glistens on all that grows.

And when it sets the moon light

floods the fields below.

It is in this magical place

of fairy land

that Spirit blesses

all creatures here

with grace and power for this sphere.

And it is here that the Spirit

mystically appears

and dances the dance

as the energy flows

and ignites the world aglow.

All living here are bathed

in the energy of the Loving One.

They are the purest of pure

of God’s energy source.

They are the illuminating rays

that filters into the earthly plane.

Within this mystical place

is pure love

over flowing for the human race.

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Under the willow

A mother weeps

As she buries her child

Beneath her feet.

The Queen of Heaven

Stands at her side

As she wipes

The tears from her eyes.

The shoots of the willow

The mother ties.

With a wish in her heart

She pleads to the tree

For the release of her grief.

An enchanted tree

The willow weeps

Its limbs hang low

With the heavy leaves.

The shoots whip when the winds blow.

As the priest and priestess pray

For ills to fade away.

As the poet lays to sleep

Beneath the willow the dreams do grow

As the words of the poem start to flow.

The magical tree the willow heals

Those who weep.

And eases the pain

From their tormented sleep.

To bring serenity to the sea of tears

To bring harmony within the earthly sphere.

With the sway of the willow shoots

The mother releases her fears.

Beneath the moon

The willow grows

In love the tree bows it head

To the souls of the dead.

With its arms it embraces

The mother who stands beneath the tree.

And cloaks the poet who lay to dream.

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Several weeks ago when I was meditating the Blessed Mother came to me.  She took my hand and we buried a seed and from that seed grew a big, beautiful willow tree.   The limbs so heavy were laden down with the gifts it brings to me.  Each day and night I thank Mary and the Lord for this beautiful image now permanently etched in my mind and heart.   Several days ago, I was googling the spiritual meaning of the willow and I had to read more on the origins of the Mary.  After reading several sites I sat in silence and the poem flowed.   I dedicate this poem to all the mothers around the world who have stood beneath the willow tree.  For it is said there is magic and healing powers within the willow tree and for thousands of years Mothers around the world have stood beneath the tree in grief…And so the willow weeps…And so the willow heals.

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