Winds that Whisper Hello
The clouds are high above,
Floating freely this way and that.
The wind is whispering through the trees,
Rustling the leaves to sing to me.
I feel the wind upon my face,
The voices landing upon my ears.
The gentle winds warm me
And suddenly changes to cool breezes.
Temperatures changes suddenly,
When the wind shifts unexpectedly.
To hear the wind is to know
That somehow, someway it is saying hello.
Dancing with Fear
Tis very hard to face what is frightening
But call to fears to dance.
When you face fear itself
It is no where to be found.
Fear can never survive total
Meeting with consciousness.
When it arises to the surface,
The implulse is to overcome.
Invite fear when it comes,
Fear is only powerful when escaping.
So call to fear,
Where are you? Open the door and let it in.
Fear can lead to isolation and separation,
So just call out 'Dance with me! '
Fear no longer exists,
and we are free.
To Marley from Marie
Here is a story of an old guitar,
A gift made last century, early on.
This token of love was there given,
And received by her chosen one.
Inside these words were written,
By the hand of the girl he adored.
Saying 'To Marley from Marie',
That Christmas Day.....1934.
Now peacefully sleeping with angels,
Yet to live again through the strings.
In a granddaughter's gentle hands,
The instrument once more softly sings.
So grandfather Marley's old guitar,
Finds new voice as it's gently played.
Sharing the music of their timeless love,
Recalling the songs of those yesterdays.
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