My memory caress your day;
With wide open arms,
We embrace the day's brief touch...
My handshake's will, overstay;
With Wide open arms,
We stroke each other's back such...
My eyes survey your look;
With Wide open lens,
We both learn of the difference!
My gaze weighs such feat on hook;
With wide open lens,
We knew of growth's past reference.
Regards to how well we come....
With wide open hope,
Of how far trials go cum grace.
Wisdom silently waltz thumb,
With Wide open hope,
That favour will run our race.
My touch that long for you, friend-
With Wide open joy;
Feels how words burn down ego.
With peace and pain, we all blend;
With wide open joy,
Presence and of letting go:
Presence massage weary time,
With wide open drink...
Letting go brings distant vibe.
We shall celebrate great climb;
With wide open drink,
More than what words could describe.
When next we meet, insha God;
With wide open praise,
Everyone would testify-
To His goodness in our squad,
With wide open praise...
Of good things feats beautify.
AMEN!
With open casements,
I can welcome the warm sun
And the starry sky.
Tonight Im going to stop the cavalcade
stumble out of care, mid air
and perform openly
prevaricate unabated,
off queue i may be !
but that's where i want it to be
every stoney smile will be mine
I sit here in this darkness, this place that feels so raw. Where the world is falling down around me and I feel I just cant take this anymore.
yet here is a contradiction, that this place i sit with a life of pain inside me… it also brings me a feeling of openness and honesty and a place where I feel creatively free. If it were not for this you would not see inside of me.
This dark place is where I can openly speak the thousands of words tumbling around and feel un judged. Unspoken words and repressed feelings, thoughts and un dealt with meanings. Shame, sadness, pain and torment, all released from their heavily shackled cage, to surface and relieve me of the tormented painful rage. Every time I feel this way I am my most creative at least in words. So this place you see as dark is something I cannot give up, for you will not see my inside heart.
lotus flower
quiet shower
sun open
Convictions
susan Q. miller © 2011
Song Lyrics
Maybe our convictions are convictions after all,
They lock us in a prison in our minds.
They keep us from living in this moment.
We’re out of synchronicity---out of present time.
Convicted by convictions, we are prisoners, prisoners.
Living in the past we will never be free
Until we breakout, until we break out,
Open up and live our lives today.
I'm not looking for a pot of gold
At the end of some long road.
Treasures wait around each bend, we can uncover them.
There is no end to the wealth to be discovered
When we break out, break out of our delusions,
Break out, break out of all our past conclusions.
Then we can be free, yes we can be free to live today, today
Let’s live for today.
Maybe our convictions are convictions after all.
They lock us in a prison in our minds.
Each of us are wardens and we hold the key.
There is no one else who can set the prisoner free.
So if we breakout, if we’re willing to breakout
Of past conclusions, our delusions,
Then we can be free
Free to live today
Free to find a better way
No time to waste on blame.
It’s time to break out.
We’ve got to break out.
M-orn
A-nd
R-adiance
Y-ield
J-oyful
A-nd
N-atural
E-ffulgence
F-or
R-ays
A-re
N-icely
C-oming
I-n
S-un's
C-omplete
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Mary Jane Q. Francisco (December 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-orn
A-fter
N-ight
D-enies
Y-our
D-ark
E-vening
T-o
O-bviously
I-llumine
T-he
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Mandy Detoito (December 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-rilliant
U-nique
L-ine
E-mploys
N-oble
T-opic
K-eenly
A-pplying
R-ighteous
A-crostic
A-s
L-ife
I-n
O-penness
G-ives
L-ove
U-niversally
Topic: Birthday of poet Bulent Karaalioglu (August 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
I-dentify
N-ature's
N-ew
E-arly
F-ifth
E-ffulgence
R-eceiving
R- ay
O-f
M-arch
A-nd
N-ice
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Jinnefer M. Romano (March 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-omposition
H-as
R-ighteously
I-mparted
S-weet
E-xpression
L-etting
E-very
U-tterance
S-hare
E-xcellence
B-y
I-nstilling
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Chrisel A. Eusebio (March 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
When Truth goes down to the Center,
To the Bottom of all things,
It makes the way for wedding dresses,
And tailored suits, and rings.
If you cannot tell all you’ve ever been,
And done, you may be sure…
That one day the awful truth will out,
And you’ll be on opposite sides
Of the door…
So I must advise (myself above all)
That the way to trust your friends,
Is to sign up for the Truth Detail,
Where nobody possesses hidden ends,
Where nobody exposes what’s already shown,
For nobody has secrets that wait to be blown,
For the Truth is a Healer, who wields cup, or sword,
And the Truth needs no Lawyer, to cut up the hoard.
When Truth goes to the Center,
He cuts out the disease,
And then, people can love
Without secrets to please.
J-ust
A-bate
M-isty
E-vening
S-hadow
A-s
N-ew
G-low
U-ses
L-ucid
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of James Angulo (January 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-orn
A-nd
R-ays
I-n
V-ividness
I-solate
C-hill
B-y
U-sing
E-arly
N-ew
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Marivic Bueno (January 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
A-bate
S-ad
E-vening's
L-onely
Q-uiver
U-sing
E-arly
R-efulgent
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Jasel B. Quero (November 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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