11 Friday Oct 2013
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becoming, bliss, faith, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, understanding, value, wonder
berries wake
as redbirds
sacred course to fly
cutting stars
to velvet
afterlife
ancient spires
our secrets hold
souls to love before
sorrows wept
in folds of silent joy
whispers
guard a faithful moon
lovers turn into
the still of dreams
forgotten to us
now
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Your picture is as beautiful as your poem…your creativity is incredible and abounds form the strong and expressive Spirit within… Namaste, mary
Thank you, Mary. I’ve kept this image for a while. Although not the same, it is almost exactly that of my grandparent’s farm – a broken fence marking the edge of yard and the beginning of pasture. Somehow, I am always reminded of our own life – a tree to sit between our now and all eternity. Thank you, my sweet beautiful friend. ~ I love you. ~ Bobbie
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Thank you, my sweet precious friend. ~ Love to you, Audrina. ~ Bobbie
Always beautiful-
Thank you, Cindy. Always, when I see your name, I am reminded of Kentucky warmth and sunsets the same as sherbert. I am reminded of love. Thank you, my wonderful friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
the red ~the color itself screams LIFE ! No more beautiful than those shadows that hide shades of beating love! That’s my interpretation ~ Faithfully Debbie
That’s a great interpretation, Debbie. A morning red sky is perhaps (or at least in my view) a glimpse into heaven (a door from both sides)……… Thank you. ~ May the door swing wide on your day, my friend. ~ Ever with love, Bobbie
You’ve made me cry with your last 3 replies because I used to do the naming game and feeling I never really stepped on just earth but heavenly soil. Thank you dear for sharing your feelings with such perspicacity ! My sky just weighed open with your star-lit word~ Lovingly Debbie
You’re like Gibran who believed that in beauty are the hidden gates to Eternity..
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I don’t believe; I know. 🙂 Thank you, Mira Jay. May beauty wrap around you in the dark such that love leaves whispers there. ~ Love to you, my beautiful friend. ~ Bobbie