Golden Spiral Healing Arts ~Poetry
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What is My Dream "What is my dream".......... The space within that question is insurmountable, The void of possibility looms empty before me, The silence within that void is hungry to be filled, The answer lays buried deep inside that silence. "What is my dream"......... A mate that loves me without conditions? A lover that fills that inner place with ecstasy? A partner that walks beside me on this journey? A best friend that brings joy and laughter amidst the storm? "What is my dream"........... A cabin nestled in the midst of tall cedars? A million dollars flowing from my pockets? A sports car that gleams with silver light? A body that is eternally young and energetic? "What is my dream"......... To find contentment within my art and writing? To share the wisdom of my journey with the world? To inspire another to step into all that they are? To allow my clarinet to sing the music of the spheres? "What is my dream"......... Is it to touch another with healing Light? Is it to wipe the tears of an innocent child hurting from this reality? Is it to live each moment in the truth of who I truly AM? Is it to allow my heart to be open and to love beyond the fear? "What is my dream".......... Silence......a spark of Light...... Warmth........joy......compassion...... Ecstasy.......fulfillment.......gratitude....... I AM the dream.........the dream is who I AM........ "What is my dream"........... To be.......to allow.......to embrace..... Such clarity.........the reality is the dream...... I AM living my dream........heaven or hell........illusions...... My dream is my creation........I AM all that is.......so it is.......dream weaver. Author~ Vicki Denning 09/25/06 |
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Colors You wanted to buy a car. You didn't know what color. I said green. How was I to know you didn't like the color green. You asked me to choose vanilla or chocolate. I choose strawberry. How was I to know you didn't like the color pink. You asked my opinion. Brown or black shoes. I said blue. How was I to know you didn't like the color blue. You wanted to color. And asked for a crayon. I handed you a yellow one. How was I to know you didn't like the color yellow. You wanted to meet my best friend. I brought her over. You walked away. How was I to know you didn't like the color white. Author~ Regena Williams 3/96 (age 25) |
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Day Sunny, thriving Shining, playing, exciting Sun setting; moon rising Sleeping, relaxing, darkening Dreary, dark Night Poem by Shannon Bailey, age 12 |
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First Light on the Mountain Yours is a Spiritual path Walk it proudly and deliberately You have much to share and teach You are like a beacon of light and hope for those who have none Play your role fully and you will soar fast and high As your wings catch the currents of hope, it sends you higher and gives lift to more as the light shines brighter and farther You have a grand role to play. Play it with the conviction of the GOD that you are You have the help of all that serves the light Be prepared to do wonderous acts of wonderment and peace Pryor Mountain Sunday August 25, 1996 by Irene Morgan |
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The voice was full of such Love, so quietly it spoke, "I love you".
So full of compassion and tenderness, so healing in this gentle moment. My soul, tattered, weak and dying; was filled with a flickering Light, So softly I replied, "I love you, too"; slowly I began to stir and awaken. Bit by bit, the door within opened, bubbles of tightly held pain, Floated to the surface of my heart, as I let go, they popped into nothingness. Oh, the release of the past; now is the wholeness of my Self, Together we will live this moment, this journey of rebirth within. Breath by breath, step by step; living in the warmth of this Love, Complete in a golden white Light, growing taller, moment by moment. I AM that I AM, whole, at peace; I AM a vessel to be filled, So that others may understand to some day awaken to their God Self. For in the heavens so bright above, there exists such a pure compassion and joy, Amidst the Higher Selves waiting so patiently for the door to be opened to them. Then will the miracle truly unfold, then will the circle be complete, As each soul opens to the wondrous Love, they will soar free as the eagle, At last........One in the Golden White Light. Written by Vicki Denning |
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Freedom only comes to the spirits who fly free. Like the scarlet clouds in a velvet black night. You stare up at them; hoping, craving, wondering. What it would be like to be free? To dance with flames of fire, as lightning ascends around, And the wind hits your face, blowing your hair through the clouds. Pale moon light picks you up, holds you, then sets you free with the stars. I say to you now, in this moment of time and space, Live your life, love your freedom, for life is short, freedom is forever. Written by Katrina Denning |
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When my Light arrives, what time of day will it be, Will I have the eyes to see, will my mind be focused and clear, To recognize a sight so dear? My soul has been calling across space and time, For my conscious merging of the Love Divine. When my Light arrives, will I pull it near, Or will my human-ness run and hide in fear? I have waited so long for this moment to come, For Spirit to arrive on the rays of the Sun. So as my Light arrives, I will welcome it home, With a rainbow in my eyes, I let my Light shine, For it has arrived on the Spirit Divine, Carried on a stream of Love, there is nothing to fear, Because all is of Love. Written by Rodrick Williams |
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Give Honor To Your Dark Side Give Honor to your Dark Side. Honor the reflection of self in the eyes of another. Use this experience to walk a path of wisdom, To grow, To release your self-imposed traditions of the past, Outmoded ways of acting, Of perceiving and believing. All that you wish to be free of is inside the Self, Look at these things, Honor them for their gifts to you. Then, let them fly from the wings of Your consciousness. Let go. . . . And thus, Travel to the Stars. The Arcturians via Patricia Pereira From Songs of the Arcturians, Reprinted Eagles of the New Dawn Vols I & II Arcturian Star Chronicles Beyond Words Publishing |
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The Song of Malantor Tranquility is the savior. Tranquility is the lodge house of the survivors. Tranquility is the norm of God's Creation. Tranquility is a state of being worth striving for. May tranquility fill you loins, may your bones fill with tranquility's vibrant essence. May blessed peace illuminate the contours of your entire body. May tranquility's perfumed aromas fill the passages of your mind. May your nostrils flare as tranquility's sweet bouquet stimulates your desire, your appetite for God. Be bold in your spiritual search. Be an adventurer seeking immortal truths. Do not let the wayward glances of others distract you from your Soul's path. Is there any other delight worth pursuing? Can any essence fill one to overflowing as do the magnificent robes of God's Creation? May none other come before you! Fly as innocently as a bluebird winging into the ecstasy of the future. For it will come to pass that all sorrow will evaporate from the lands of Earth as if a great fog lifted from before your eyes. Malantor of Arcturus via Patricia Pereira From Eagles of the New Dawn, Reprinted in Songs of Malantor Vols II & III, Arcturian Star Chronicles Beyond Words Publishing |
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by sammoore "At a very young age I wished upon a star / and from that simple sentence, recieved life / in the discipline and disquise of the artist /. My wish was actually a dream of infinite possibilities / connected by an invisible thread to this terra firma which tests the ability to respond in resonance to light /. This ability to respond, becomes and is the responsibility of the artist /. ie - resonance + response x Light = artist / center." |
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Focal Animal This focal animal Cat eyes peering, looking, seeing Prey possibilities, orbs gleaming What is he seeing What's he thinking, meaning? Visions far or seeing near? Unnerving Must have chasings, huntings Must have a life, someones, a gleaning Must show holy aloofness unswerving Looking, thinking, cunning kit'ling Seeing things when seems a'dreaming Shadows, motes, or a spirits glowing This cat sits here preening Angel soft with demon feelings Now losing focal intentions, seeming The bird or spirit flies off freely Window prisoned, the eyes grow sleepy The cat now lies dozing, twitchy dreaming written 09/04/06 by bj banks Please Note: Images, poems, text, and works of art within this website...All rights to images and content are reserved by Vicki Denning/Golden Spiral Healing Arts? or the artists and/or their trustees; they may not be reproduced without express permission.Thank you. Home © Goldenspiralart.com 2004-2006 Last Update: 09/15/05 |