What if she changes course
And it doesn’t kill her
Or anyone else
Or any other thing that may have felt
Its own life and livelihood
Depended on her staying put
Daily Bliss – June 22
Daily Bliss – June 3
This unrest she feels
Is difficult now to quell
Growing from a place
She doesn’t recognize
Yet she knows intimately
As if it’s existed voiceless within
For a dozen lifetimes or more
And no longer wishes to be silent
The Next Adventure
When at last I see the light
Flickering in the distance
Through the black leaves,
Announcing my arrival
To the place where lovers weep
Silently and restful in each others’ arms,
Peaceful in the union
Of their one true, mended heart
Where trees bend in grace,
Bowing branches providing a path
For the lost to always be found
And the weary to always find comfort
In their humble embrace
Where the trickling stream
Runs through without care
And whispers its secrets
Sweetly but with warning
Reminding me that movement
Is essential
To stay clear
To stay free
To stay flowing
Into the next adventure
©SpiritLed 2019
Photo by Daniil Silantev on Unsplash
Daily Bliss – June 20
The Angels want us to know not to be discouraged. There is a greater movement happening, larger than any of us can see, yet those who are sensitive to energies can feel it. The movement is love, and we can be a part of it, if we choose.
A Spirit Led Life | Daily Bliss – June 20
http://ashleybarnescoaching.com/2016/06/daily-bliss-june-20/
The Spark
Blue skies and sunshine
can’t conceal the hollow
emptiness that remains,
at times the tragedy
is too much,
no amount of rainbows
can color life better,
all around, the world moves
people move
but you, immobile,
vortex spinning ‘round,
paralyzed by indecision,
you are the answer
to all your fears,
your single movement
the start of our great change,
your fleeting thought, detained,
the spark that sets man free
©SpiritLed 2014
Sacred Spring
I once wrote what was on my heart
Without thought to form or line
Words flowed freely,
Pouring from me as if a long-ago built
Dam had broken, allowing the pent-up
Stagnant muck behind it to find freedom
Spilling over and rushing downstream
With a fierceness that warned observers
To step back lest they be caught in the torrent.
Behind the sludge, once loosened,
Free-flowed a clear stream of seemingly
Endless inspiration tapped directly from the Source.
Yet how quickly a newly-remembered spring
Is once again muddied by silt and debris.
To remain pure requires constant movement
Removal of garbage, purifying of the sacred water
That longs to move and change
Shape the forming, growing soul
Carve the being into that which
It was born to be.