And it is with pure loving light I sing.
Sing, as I watch the butterflies wing move gracefully.
Sing, as I fly in my path that holds magic.
Sing, to the babies who smile receiving unconditional love.
Sing to the promise of my own dreams
that travel in my conscious thoughts.
Sing as a thousand words surface
making way for an avenlance of creativity.
Sing for ones own song
that arises as I end this vibration thought.
It is a vision that will
birth in days to come
for but another song to sing
to add to my treasure chest of oneness.
so Come as I release, release it now
I say come to you who’s eyes gently read the page
A page that can continue with your word of
singing from your heart.
And so it begins
sing sing to..........
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Wow and so my heart sings. Thanks. This picture I took at the park where I live.
Rise and Shine
The mystery of what we call “Ascension”
Is all about the specific dimension
That you find matches your vibration
In this lifetime, all your creation
The ups, the downs, the good and the bad
The light, the dark, the happy and the sad
What are you going to choose today?
Progression versus stagnation and decay?
To shine as a Godly creator
Or fight as a dark gladiator?
Random acts of compassionate benevolence
Or misguided actions of malevolence
Darkness or light
To love or to fight
To expand or contract
Is it fiction or fact
That we are all one
Under the same sun
And through many lives do we roam
Trying to find our way Home
Forget the longitude or the latitude
For the secret is gratitude
‘Tis not a physical place
But a smile, upon your face
To smile or to frown
To look upwards or down
To appreciate the present
For Now, is heaven-sent
Only you get to choose
What have you to lose?
LOL, Good Response. Oliver sings too.... Food Glorious Food
I'm anxious to try some.
3 banquets a day.
My favorite diet.
And as the gentle voice of a wolf does sings
others are touched to fly their wings.
They are embraced with invisible light
making everything feel right.
Thank you for sharing. This is my first post and it is delightful to generate a pulse of a thought that travels with each response.
Thank you for your response. This is for you.
As the eagle sores in song across the sky
Father Sky holds her to sing.
The gentle air surrounds lifting her higher and higher
until she reaches the mountain top,
where Mother Earth holds her for rest.
And when the night comes
the precious eagle will sing a sweet lullaby
for the night air to carry you to sleep.
I love you!!! :)
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