Long Nature spiritual Poems
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Dance along the seashore
Sleep beneath the stars
Your heart shall be an open door
No matter where you are
Your voice is like a waterfall
Your laughter, how it flows
And love is precious, after all
Blooming like a rose
Stop and smell the ocean breeze
As you gather shells and jade
Then seek out eucalyptus trees
And sojourn in their shade
Build a bonfire on the beach
And dream awake all night
Till stars and flames fade out of reach
Replaced by morning’s light
Don’t let burdens break your wings
And keep your halo shined
For Heaven’s made of all the things
We strive on earth to find
Love and laughter, faith and friends
Happiness and home
And hope this feeling never ends
Unlike this humble poem.
The faithful sun rose in the eastern sky
Slowly over the swamp and the mist on the water
Bringing the breeze that whispers through the cattails
And the dew-covered grass…
The sound of wing-slapped water as geese rise in flight
They call out with a symphony of voices
Welcoming the morning
Everywhere I look is teeming with life
Beauty
And Solitude…
The cry of the red-tailed hawk
The chiding crows
The heron stalking its prey…
Everything I see overwhelms me
Until it wells up in my eyes with gratitude
Until it fills my heart with hope…
You must look if you hope to see
Listen if you hope to hear
Sit in silence if you hope to understand
Empty yourself if you would be filled…
To be bathed in the landscape of Grace
Where your truth awaits
As one with all creation…
All of this birthed in me
As the essence of the Love of God
All things seen and unseen
As the sun bursts into my being…
Until the very light I sought to see
Blinds me with its brilliance
Transforming with mercy
Uniting me with its fragile beauty…
The preciousness of this fleeting moment
Shines in the reflections of the morning sun
On the surface of my soul…
I bow my heart before the artist!
Many decades..
There has been a war on psychedelics..
In the western world..
It had been ridiculed..
It had been banned..
It had been surrounded by negativity..
Tremendous darkness
False accusations had been drawn against it..
Had been misinformed..
As to its actual cause..
Placed in the same light as..
A toxic substance
Represented only dark forces..
The dark forces are the laboratories
Of which creates chemicals..
A toxic poisonous cocktail..
Combined with Mother Nature's own..
Thus then blames the natural plant..
For dangerous side effects..
In retrospect..
Pure pshycedelics is part of nature..
A natural plant..
Exclusively for the mind, body, and soul..
It has existed since the beginning of time..
Indigenous tribes from every corner of this Universe..
Had embraced it..
Medicinal purposes..
Healing..
Becoming in touch with Divinity..
Whether it is psyilocybin mushrooms..
Ayahuasca..
It matters not..
Enforces a gateway to divinity..
Though the Conscious is always in direct communication..
With the subconscious..
Lack of awareness exists..
Therefore Human conciousness dismisses it..
It matters not..
Awareness..
Unawareness..
Both are in direct communication..
Psycadelics boosts one's memory a bit..
Of who you really are..
A rememberance and celebrations..
Of thyself..
The true essence of who you are..
Divine interventions..
Is caused by psychedelics..
A gateway filled with discernment
An eye opening introduction to thyself..
An eye opening experience
A life altering change..
An altered state of conciousness..
To connenct with your own divinity..
Become consciously aware of all there is..
Embark on a blissful journey..
A trip one shall never forget..
A safe enviroment is a must..
surrounded by loved one's is a plus..
To experience a jumpstart on thyself..
Is the recipe for ..
A delectable experience..
Western society had banished psychedelics..
Banishment was..
Still is..
To deny ..
To supress..
One to walk an enlightened path..
A path to divinity..
Of which is their own..
To know thyself..
By Moonlight's grace, embrace the space.
The Cosmos sends romantic dreams to you.
With their wings from Starlight and Sky blue,
Their enchantment bathes minds anew.
Such flaming Orbs bind dreamers to rainbow hues!
May magic blossoms enchant the vicinity
And Clouds bestow Cosmic affinity!
Let snow Faeries flutter among frosty trees
And breezes fulfill your hopes for glee!
May Faery dancers set you free!
With Starlit gowns and flowing streams,
The Orbs anointing your mind in dreams.
Imagination is their instrument.
May the Fae wonder be bright and innocent,
As Faery visions carry you to the bright Infinite!
In vermillion light an ancient, arthritic sentinel
cast its shadow upon my unsuspecting psyche;
I heard its voice whispering in the leaves,
and felt its heft and delight at
my admiration for its great age
as this being sat upon earth’s stage.
The many years it graced the land
provided homes for squirrel bands;
hatchlings were born within its arms
of love and nurtured by a gentle breeze.
I would listen by the hour
beneath this aged story-teller
and listen to the whispers there
empowered by elemental energies
whence to my spirit its gifts bequeathed;
as sun did set upon this body
and time allowed its stories shared,
I thanked this being of nobility
for sharing many precious secrets;
and hugging breathed a sigh.
One
Bread
Was scattered
Deep in the hilltops
And came in your hands as one soul
So the church is gathered from each corner of the Earth
From broken sticks and uplifted stones, reborn by the water and flames of serene white
To become the one soul of Wisdom, dwelling deep in the mountaintops named the Pleroma, feeding on the one bread donated by Christ’s hands
Inspired by verses from the Didache: "Even as this broken bread was scattered over the hills, and was gathered together and became one, so let Thy Church be gathered together from the ends of the earth into Thy kingdom; for Thine is the glory and the power through Jesus Christ for ever."
While also adding inspuration from the Gospel of Thomas and Gospel of Philip.
Philip: "By water and fire this whole realm is purified, the visible by the visible, the hidden by the hidden. Some things are hidden by the visible. There is water within water, there is fire within the oil of anointing." "Fire is chrism. Light is fire. I do not mean ordinary fire, which has no form, but other fire, which is pure white in appearance, beautifully bright and imparting beauty."
Thomas: "Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift up the stone, and you will find me there."
A speck of dust upon the moss,
A tiny life the breezes toss,
Too small for any passing eye,
Beneath the wide and heavy sky.
It has no stem to proud upright,
No brilliant petals catching light,
No perfume drifts across the lake,
Where sleeping frogs and ripples wake.
Yet Wolffia drifts, a microscopic dot,
Upon the still pond's quiet spot,
No roots to anchor in the silt,
No green and spreading leaves to wilt.
A speck of green, a simple grain,
Untouched by heavy summer rain,
Two grains of salt could match its weight,
So small it mocks the grand and great.
Through needle eyes its frame could slide,
Like quiet hurts we lock inside,
A single stamen, lonely fruit,
An empire built without a root.
The busy bee goes buzzing by,
To seek the garden's painted crowd,
And misses where the treasure lies,
Concealed from all impatient eyes.
Whole ages fade and cities rust,
While mountains crumble into dust,
The loudest voices fade away,
Like shadows at the end of day.
For greatness is not born of might,
Or standing tallest in the light,
The weary heart can still endure,
With quiet steps, and purposes pure.
All creation sings your praises,
Thou who angels love to praise.
Singing holy, holy, holy
round Your throne in heav’n above.
Feathered creatures of all species
worship You at each new dawn.
Joining in a joyful chorus
praising You for each new day.
Wind and rain with trees of forest
join in singing praise to You.
Leaves vibrating making music,
as the rainstorm rustles them.
Sun and moon and stars in heaven
praise You their Creator, great.
As the sun vibrates its vocals
moon and stars ascribe You praise.
Let us all as image-bearers
of the God who gives us life.
Join with all of His creation
Singing praises to our God.
Praise Him for the great salvation
purchased by His Son made flesh.
So that man redeemed and ransomed
Will one day with angels sing.
Dandelion inspiration.
What do you see when you look at a Dandelion? Do you see a wish or do you see a weed?
Remember that anything is possible - especially when we're flexible and reconsider our perceptions and beliefs.
Spread Hope. Be Hope. Blessings..
I am a Dandelion
By Michelle Morris
25/03/2025
I am a Dandelion
I am the Inspiration that you seek
I am a Wish or a Weed
It merely depends on how you think
But if you thought about it a little more
And reconsidered your position
You might change your perception and beliefs
You might see with greater vision
Look beyond the obvious
Look beyond Reality and the Veil
Feel the Magic and the Miracles
The Energy of Light that prevails
I am a Dandelion
But maybe so are you
For it doesn't matter how we spread Hope
It's in the Love and Light of all we do
© Michelle Morris, 2025
A magnificent eagle flying overhead is amazing,
as is, watching their dare-devil plummeting to earth;
floating over water, feeding on salmon, and from trees gazing,
and guarding their precious eggs in deep nests till the eaglets birth.
Their high-pitched piercing scream are a symbol of wisdom,
to the Ojibwe eagles represent freedom, courage, strength, skill;
power, bravery- to align oneself with the eagle is to attain vision,
and to wear an eagle feather is respect- but only if given with will.
To cruelly remove feathers or kill for the feathers is wrong,
eagles are a symbol of the wilderness for the Ojibwe and others;
in nature soaring across the sky is where the eagles belong,
they mate for life and the females make adept and caring mothers.
I proudly wear my eagle feather for it fell from the sky,
we, society are used to images of the eagles in graceful flight;
just watching them makes me become breathless and sigh,
but also they are love of a mother and eaglets.- Oh what a sight!
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April 26, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Eagles Soaring
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