29 Saturday Jun 2013
Posted in Poetry
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becoming, cherokee, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowing, life, living, love, passion, reason, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, woman
in a voice
as soft
my dreams become
a memory of
knowing
tho who can hear –
I speak
not loud enough
swept upon
a whisper – secrets
loosed by living
– song is poured
into the place
I love
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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tho who can hear –
I sometimes can Bobbie — the dreams are a portal to remind us I think. This is beautiful ~ to trust in what we know beyond what we know –yes…
So much Love beautiful one ~
x Robyn
O yes, Robyn. You know that voice – the one who speaks clear enough to wake us from a sleep – the voice without person. I sense that is our own soul’s voice, speaking at a time when there’s nothing else competing for our time – while the ego sleeps unaware. 🙂 ~ Love you and thank you. ~ Bobbie