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lay in a hammock, breathe, drift, sway, float, surrender_ let go
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A pet gone that we have once loved we will never lose; for
that pet we loved so deeply becomes part of our heart forevermore.
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To find your poetic voice you must
listen to your heart, soul and muse.
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My favorite time of the Spring, is bird chirping me songs time.
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The white beauty, peace and stillness of snow
became a spiritual awakening to rest my soul.
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Some walk in the rain feeling it, seeing it, listening to it;
but, there are others that just get drenched.
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No warmth could warm him, no wintry weather chill him, no sadness touch him.
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Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth.
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Every scar tells a story of survival.
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A gentle heart is wrapped with silken threads, let your eyes and mind dance in each moment to untie each one of those silken beautiful threads.
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Life is a story; with chapters and of being
possessed by emotions along the way.
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Spontaneity is childlike wonder, it is simplicity, abandon and curiosity; but, it takes 'courage' to embrace the unexpected.
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One Road leads to tension and worry; one road leads to fear and dread. My road leads me home to tranquility, to peace, serenity and solitude.
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"A hooligan cat homeless and tattered, hungry, and lurking on my porch battered;
a bitten ear and one eye, brought him inside and life was never the same ."
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Its all the odd shaped pieces, all the missing
ones, that will create the masterpiece that is me.
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I heard a bird singing in the morn' on a bitter cold winter day- it was so sweet and magical.
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My best journey has been the one within.
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Reach high, for stars lie hidden in your spirit, meditate deep, to find your way and answers.
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Be like a lotus flower, open your petals to let go of fear and sadness.
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Your Christmas tree may be standing tall and beautiful, and twinkling, but inside it is weeping ... its spirit and soul dying.
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When you find yourself on a
dead end street take a detour.
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Only a moment did you stay but you left a footprint in my life.
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When you lose your love to death, you are left with a wound- it will heal in time but you will always have a jagged scar.
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I sought a faith that did not see death as an end but as another beginning, much like the seasons that die to be reborn.
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Sometimes kids run away to see who will look for them.
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I wish the dark door of yesterday would close.
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Don't let the scars in your heart and
soul define who you will be in this life.
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My thoughts take me back to my sorrows- and I face each and let each go.
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Color has a soul that sparks imagination
and awakens your muse and creativity.
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You're not strong enough whispered the Devil to withstand life's storms and I yelled
back to him, thanks to God, I am the storm.
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