bug
lady
walking stick
crawling up trunk
biting black ant hill
wood tick central
brown cricket
insect
bug
pup
happy
excited
prancing dancing
golden retriever
tail chasing
quivering
frisky
pup
One
Server
Who sells food
And cooks so good
Street food for people
From fishpond and raised farm
One child with only one arm
Stands and serves for people with smile
Smiling and telling stories of life
Life of all under any form
Speaks softly under a storm
Rain or shine the chap walks
Walks and talks for folks
All who hunger
For one word
Guess what?
PEACE
Who
desires
to ascend?
There is no one
within distinct from
existence, or let’s say,
universal consciousness.
Recognise we’re not body-mind
but rather spirit that in-dwells form.
With this preamble we may then shift,
silencing mind, melding with heart,
soul’s firm focus flicker-free,
befriending the vast void,
empty of concepts,
thus allowing
divine grace
to touch
us.
dog
joyful
excited
child friendly
commonality
our creator
omnipotent
loving
God
“Death is the last chapter in time, but the first chapter in eternity.” – Author unknown
Life
Lived, now-
departed.
Souls gathered at -
cemetery graves.
Spirits now free,
and at peace.
To rest.
Death
calm
Is the
nice feeling
that wraps our soul
just like a blanket
on embankment
river top
water
still
Heidi Sands
4/28/25
(C)opyright
Fat
Robin
sits up high
singing at sunrise
in the middle
of the field
waking
morn
Heidi Sands
4/13/25
(C)opyright
God
says it
like it is
but His message
is not well received,
since He speaks to the heart
but His words are heard by mind,
which is caged in conditioned thought,
letting not heart spread soul’s divine wings.
Strobes of love and light pervade silence,
cognised by pure hearts who listen
to the music of the spheres,
sublime bliss magnetism,
touch of God Himself,
which we negate,
since we are
in deep
sleep.
Ant
Growing
In the line
Of Discipline
To earn the life's goal
Hard work in time
Judge the worth
Of each
Stitch
©Mahtab Bangalee
Choice
Thought out
Decision
Pros versus cons
Anticipation
Studying self
Taking chance
Flippant
choice
Take my hand I won’t leave
you now relax recover life
is too short for strife being
your wife all these years
the joy that over flow
abundantly I sigh by
and by now asking why
we are so blessed never
question my love this faith
you know I still your gloves
warmth catering to your
smile for a while it’s new
it’s me and you our time
what’s a girl to really do
Edit this
You
never
worried much;
She’s so crafty;
Fingertips of gold
permeating,
rock solid;
Crystal
witch.
Leave
before
love turns sad
in the same bed.
Differently dreams
don't move old beats
when love stops
feelings
in.
Dead
petals
dropping down
with the soft wind
~fall on a black bird~.
It sings nicely
admiring
Its chicks'
life.
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