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Tiny things…

the holiness of tiny things

She found magic
in aspects green,
tiny things
some had never seen…

in the stillness
of emerald shades,
in the soft rustle
of the everglades…

Hidden away
in the undergrowth,
with gentle beings
she voiced
secret oaths…

to graciously shift,
she beheld
the presence
of sacred gifts…

And Ladybirds
in rhymic tones,
it was a holiness
she’d always known…


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Making no demands…

lanky birds

When weariness
grows heavy
and the world
seems strange,
I return to the harmony
where light particles
change…. and lanky birds
over the sands,
accustomed to the magic
makes no demands…
the bright waters
with the gentlest waves,
as chaos is muted
in a hush
of praise!


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Storm drains…

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”― Roald Dahl

storm drains

You will find magic
in everyday life,
in bubbling
storm drains,
in modest designs…
In frothy splashes
where dullness aches,
there’s a
mysterious splendor
as rain creates,
lucid reflections
of an opaque sky,
as waters move
and rhapsodize… with contented
blending moods,
and leaves glide
in gratitude…


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Tuning in…

“Abundance is not something we acquire, it is something we tune into.”
― Wayne W. Dyer

dipped my feet

Then we drove
down to the lagoon,
and I dipped my feet
in the waters,
like I was breathing in
way beyond earthen borders…

And the time lords
as life went
gently by,
and I held onto the motion
of grace
being amplified…


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Living next door to Alice…

To my Brother…

living next dorr

I’m taken back to a time when I used to listen
to my brother’s home radio station.
I was the only one.
I would push handwritten requests under his door
and sit in my bedroom
day-dreaming about things teenage girls dream of,
to the beat of “living next door to Alice”…

Now in present times
I read between the lines of his everyday life…
I listen to his heart music in words and I sing along to his symphonies.
Though he be far over the seas, I find we have a kindred belief in all things magical…

I wonder if he still takes requests?

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Fragrant revues…

“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.”
― Mary Oliver

bejeweled 2Bejeweled shrubbery,
auras of light
from sleepless nights…
dainty ambrosia
soupçons of dew,
greeting the morning
with fragrant revues…


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Enfolded by light…

“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.”― Rumi


Have you seen
the magic
in particles of dust,
when light
enfolds them
and they rise above,
the circumstances
of their present state,
letting go
of relentless
existing as they truly are
formed from the dust
of a million stars…


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Finding hope…

“Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings


Day 2.
This is a poem I wrote a year ago, it reminded me of my dear blogger friend Natalie who is no longer with us…

Flowers don’t grow
they rise up
with the sun
spending their days frolicking
hardly overcome!
And when the seasons change
they rest for a while,
till the next time
you see them
glowing undefiled…
They festoon
our gardens
in worshipful praise,
with carefree amusement brightening our days…
where they are planted,
an uncomplaining bunch,
in the nourishment
of waterlogged mulch…