inside / outside
When you regain a sense of your life as a journey of discovery, you return to rhythm with yourself. When you take the time to travel with reverence, a richer life unfolds before you. Moments of beauty begin to braid your days. When your mind becomes more acquainted with reverence, the light, grace and elegance of beauty find you more frequently. When the destination becomes gracious, the journey becomes an adventure of beauty.
John O’Donohue
Nature, my teacher my school my temple my she-shed my friend my lover my wonder my wander my passion my peace my darkness my shining my opening my knowledge my quests my mystery my luminosity my path my return my budding my harvest my seasons my eternal my connection my uniqueness my blush my beauty my ravaging my savaging my circle my arrow my path my journey my longing my desire my tryst my trust my hope my haven my safety my risk my skip-itty-doo-dah the hair on my chinny-chin-chin my space my intimacy my solitude my family my found my faith my dancing my lame my music my words my rhythm my song my vision my sight my lost my found my sin my soul my tears my laughter my being my belonging my life my love my looking in my letting go my begging my abundance my start my stop my end my beginning my rising from the ashes my heart my skin my senses my fences my flash my fire my living my death my creator my Spirit my wound my healer my receiver my giver my adventure my wild my silence my sound my doo-be-doobie-do my fa-la-la-la my going my coming my heaven my home my place my resurrection my grounding my wings my births my deaths my everything
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Amy Lloyd
By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,
How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens
pass,
And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles as it spreads,
Like a host of armored knights with silver helmets on their heads.
And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human life may go,
For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet but shallows show,
And a soul may glow with myriad lights and wondrous mysteries,
When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors what it sees
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By the Stream by Paul Laurence Dunbar
life: acoustic & amplified 