From the Heart
In looking at the flower, can you see the artist, the poet, the engineer. Can you see the steps the dancer would take upon the petal, where the seeker of consciousness would delve. Look at the flower, step into the flower, feel and be the flower.
~ Liza
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Why do we stop in life, have periods of inactivity and sometimes repeat ourselves making those same mistakes. If we look at nature, a flower does not stop along it path, from budding it continues to grow, opening itself up into the world until it gracefully falls knowing it has given its best. Be the flower, keep going, opening yourself up to every possible experience.
~ Liza
Each sunset a goodbye,
each sunrise a greeting.
Dawn bringing with her,
the gentlest of meetings.
Adue with one hand,
the other one waves.
Experiencing new,
treasure what’s saved.
Cherishing memories,
but not to the point.
Another won’t fit in,
new souls to anoint.
Starting the sentence,
with a capital letter.
A poem of new love,
what could be better.
Painting a portrait,
high in the sky.
That talks of my passion,
to those passing by.
The start of a symphony,
on gentle strings.
Opening to adventure,
a new day begins.
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To learn how to love, you have to experience love. A love that’s unconditional and not given for any other reason than for love itself. Love does not make demands, love does not control, love is charitable, unquestionably true and full of goodness.
~ Liza
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Today I’ll sit upon the bench
and spend a while with you.
It’s where we sat when you were here,
I’ll be thinking too.
Of the lessons I have learnt,
like those connected to grief.
To make the most of what I have,
our time on earth so brief.
To treasure each and every moment,
as if it might be the last.
To not attach to earthly things,
as all things come to pass.
I will smile as I think of you,
with memories so strong.
When I go down to that bench,
will you come along.
Life is full of many changes, it does not stand still. Don’t ever fear for what might change in your life up ahead, these changes are just reminders of how far along the path we have travelled.
~ Liza
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Waking up, I’m all alone,
there’s a deep silence all around.
I turn again into my dreams,
where such solitude I’d found.
Wrapped in a cleansing blanket,
kindness is the thread.
Safe there with my memories,
those love stories in my head.
I wrap myself warm and go outside,
it’s nature that’s calling me.
I watch as a mother protects her young,
the greatest privilege to see.
All around the day comes alive,
with energies abound.
I connect with Mother Earth,
in this special place I’ve found.
I send out thoughts to the universe,
the love I send is true.
Two years today since you left,
I’m still really missing you.
The transformation of leaves into multi-coloured angels, falling from the trees and covering the land. A glorious, protective carpet that leads us towards winter. Surely this is a promise, a glimpse of what is to come.
~ Liza
Daily Prompt – Transformation
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I am as a leaf in a forest,
a petal to a flower,
blade of grass in a field,
of the world.
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I’m a speck in the vastness,
a drop in the infinite,
a tiny measure of being,
in the whole.
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I am a magnificent being,
of little consequence,
unless connected to you,
my goal.
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The old tree stump connected to me,
from far across the way.
Spoke of years and memories,
so needing to have its say.
A face looked out across at me,
spoke right into my mind.
Of tales of great adventure,
in those years so left behind.
Old witches making poison,
mother nature at her best.
Lovers passion underneath,
winds blowing from the west.
Nesting of many wild animals,
the slaughter of those weaker.
Poachers hiding in the trees,
avoiding angry gamekeepers.
Promises made beneath its leaves,
many broken there too.
Climbing high in the tree so tall,
children swinging their too.
Now it’s chopped and left for dead,
on a piece of open ground.
Screaming out loud to the universe,
until my mind it found.
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