One Lovely Blog Award

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It has been a long while since I have accepted or posted any award, yet for some reason I feel compelled to share this one. I don’t mean to burden anyone with a requirement to repost, so if you find yourself in the list of blogs I follow and recommend, there is no obligation to forward or recommend🙂. Just know I appreciate all you contribute WordPress and the world …

Thank you to amommasview for this recognition and I’ll share the basic “asks” of the award:
1) Thank the blogger who recommended you and link back (done)
2) Share seven facts about yourself
3) Nominate at least 10 bloggers you admire, contact them and let them know

Seven facts my readers may not know –
1) I started my career as a VW and Porsche mechanic, today I work in Computer Science –  “The Cloud”
2) I have studied the esoteric sciences almost all of my life
3) I believe in Exopolitics
4) I’m a good cook who grew up in the kitchen
5) I was born under the sign of Scorpio
6) There are times I have believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast
7) I write as much in comments – sometimes more – than I do in my blog.

In light of the last fact you know who you are, so in terms of contact I think that is already done. So the list in no particular order is:

Linda Willows Poetry
Erika Kind
Holistic Wayfarer
Make Believe Boutique
Space, Time, and Raspberries
Tornado Day
Jane Sturgeon
Vela June
The One Thing I Know for Sure
Seasonings

A theme running through each and every one of these blogs is a deep connection to the heart, an intuitive understanding of our connectedness to each other and to the universe; That there are synchronicities being revealed to us in each moment of the now guiding us on our paths … Thank you all and many blessings for your journey!

Love abides

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Counsel of the years comes to us
Beseeches weary travelers
Take stock of what was earned
and oh, the cost of it
How the shepherd’s ears are keen
to hear the braying of the lost lamb
and herd dogs pretending
to be fierce to the ewes
As if fools gathering into barns
straws cut under waning moons
and neap tides flow
with no concern for light
or a river’s run
Only essence of a dream
one hallowed night
now faded in the sun
Gourds broken, seeds slip
into soils waiting
for a winter’s passing
knowing love abides
in her Spring

Image:https://gordclements.me/category/gords-paintings/

Sunrise of the heart

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miles rolling by undisturbed
thought passing as quickly as the road
measured ages in minds melting like chocolate
on the playground in the midday sun

watch out she said
knowing full well he never would
his narrow eyes saw little more
than all that pleased his mind

the colors of the day he’d come to believe
late night tv and trashy movies
did what they were supposed to
changed the focus of his soul

until love was lost in images
of pretty painted ladies and harpies
whose vocal recapitulations assured
the metamorphosis of memory was done

who would imagine the decades needed to dissolve
until sight returned to his eyes
a sunrise on horizons littered with broken hearts
and among them was his own

Image: https://i.ytimg.com/vi/7WDkdZ6QvXY/maxresdefault.jpg

Where wisdom abounds

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Given a choice (which there was)
who would visit this town
let alone stay (to see it through)
the time melts into ages spent
sunset beaches and winter snow
winds whipped (real snow cones)
not flavored ice just chopping
salted streets wreak of emptiness
no one comes ’round here
everything is taken
(an island of sinking sand)

She left for other parts
dreams are felled forests
no promise made (he’ll be there)
taking all she had to give
and thrown away
train tunnel must
will never leave the nose
its memory survives
three dozen years
(was it a crime)
or were they fools for love

January memories
accidental fires (extinguished by luck)
and forgiveness
(who knows compassion)
virgins and magick fell into chasms
seven of cups (drawn by the maiden)
where she slept in her night
grapes fermenting
forsaken summer lawns
burns deep (the soul)
in the woods

Not an ocean (or a sound)
nor the work of the hands
takes the presence away
nor can essence sustain
what was meant by the crown
(on her head)
time slipping away (still it’s today)
while the jester (not a clown)
wraps riddles in wordforms
a reminder of places
beneath (where wisdom abounds)


Image: http://www.deviantart.com/tag/thefool?offset=476