THE LAND WHERE SOULS
PLAY. By Michael Levy
An awakening to dawn mist on the water,
flowing Spirit's streams to God's alter,
purifying essence whistles through the trees,
images of the sacred blowing in the breeze.
Flights of fancy from birds up high,
feathers of many colors filtering through the sky,
sun, moon and stars envelops Earth's dome,
we're all birds of a feather, finding our way home.
Spectacle of mesmerizing movements flashing in the mind,
melting pots of humans, secrets hard to find,
love all embracing whispers on the wind,
no physical presence, ecstasy from a light dimmed.
Gifts of joy enmeshed in music and dance,
visualizing images filtering in a trance,
warriors in a drumbeat at journeys end,
back to the womb of creation enmeshed in a substance blend.
Wondrous dreams in the stillness of the dark,
journey on uplifting voyages in paradise park,
thunder and lightening points the way,
a prelude to the land where Soul's play.
Real Dream by Loriel Golden
Oh, Friend, I cannot tell you if he was real...or in a dream..
Like a vein of lightening, I chained the darkness
I devoured his liquid face
My mouth became melody,
turned into a thousand shimmering silent songs
My voice a celestial waterfall of harpstrings strummed
My fingertips glowed
My feet grew wings
My eyes saw all forms as one eternal radiance
My heart beat so quickly..and stopped...
and did not care if it never beat again...
Oh. Friend, I cannot tell you...
But it is an open secret!
One (Author Unknown)
As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
We became one color.
As we carried each other down the stairs of the
We became one class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope,
We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers fought their
way into the inferno,
We became one gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,
We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,
We spoke one language.
As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,
We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss,
We became one family.
As we cried tears of grief and loss,
We became one soul.
As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes,
We become one people.
We are The Power of One.
We are United.
We are America.
Michael Levy Author, Poet, Philosopher.
Books "What is the Point" and "Minds of Blue Souls of Gold" Read &
COPYRIGHT MARCH 1999
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Loriel and her practice.
The Rules Changed
i knew not
Of my eccentricity
For in innocence we shared our fame
Yet as the nursery cleared life somehow appeared
And the rules suddenly changed
So i chose the path
And it was there like a breath of fresh air
The silence that i came upon
" May your voice be loving enough to silence your own fears." .....
A Joyous Chorus
Has no place
On my journey
For it is only the willow
That weeps at the waters edge
The beauty of nature blossoms
In reflection of the love
I see glowing
Is as that halo
And your beloved silence
Escorts me home
Where the light is the certainty
Glowing brighter than the night
From that golden
To touch that
Which we have
A joyous chorus
Of soul filled laughter
Will remind us
That we have never ever
Poems courtesy of
Lotus. See his listing under Holistic Practitioners.
Copyright Silent Lotus
The Joy Of The Source
The emptiness you feel
May appear to be as cold as steel
It is your illusion and not mine to steal
Yet i will share with you a divine love that
With the same completeness and sweetness of
a heart fed meal
That will allow you to peel the layers of
So that from head to heel
There shall be
For you to reveal
That no one has the right to implore an
other to kneel
For it is within yourself that you shall
That your soul is the sacred lover
Who will assist you to uncover
The joy of the source
With No Trace
As winter wept
In springs arms
And with no trace
Of my footprints
i did embrace
A nature of
And in the silence
My sweet journey