When you were Eden,
that longest prairie night,
warm with verdant moss
on trunk, no soft cover,
river shine vivid –
Me, a bee,
would eat from a tree berry,
seed this animal nature,
stroll a watery song –
Soon they come at dawn,
give peace.
(Another poem courtesy of online magnetic poetry.)
How positively lovely is this! I’m traveling, on an extended vacation and revel in the momentary grounding I feel reading you dear VJ.
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Lovely to hear from you Diana! We set out this week on our travels. Can’t wait. Hope you are enjoying yours.
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this has the feel of being spoken by a Native American before their world was invaded and irrevocably changed. I find it very arresting.
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It almost does…sometimes the words form themselves
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Inspiring words become one with the image of pure Bliss…! Breathing in the Here and Now, memories nourishing the Soul.✨
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Thanks Merit – always amazes me what the Oracle reveals. (magnetic poetry)
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Thank you and the Oracle 😉 I did not know about magnetic poetry – quite amusing and stimulating !✨
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Can be addicting, I’ll warn.
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