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Life is Random

By: Lauri Halterman (aka @grnladybug)

The sky is crying,
the whole world’s a mess;
I think I’ll put on
a white frilly dress.

Dance and spin
on the window sill;
sing to the birds
like a whippoorwill.

I scratched my toe
on the curb today,
saw it bleed
then wiped it away.

Added a Band-Aid
to keep it neat;
then peeled it off
to take a peek.

I wonder why
I can’t remember,
the things I did
last December?

Yet May is here
and I can see,
all the things
that used to be.

Gather you up
in a big bear hug;
thanking the stars

that shine up above.

Life is random
and so am I;
some days I laugh
and some I cry.

Leslee Horner
http://lesleehorner.wordpress.com/

Connection I seek

Watching you across the room

Distracted no more

Leslee Horner
http://lesleehorner.wordpress.com/

What if I let you

choose for you

and I’ll

choose for me?

What if I let you decide

what you want

and we’ll leave my

will out of it?

What if I don’t force

my shoes upon your feet?

They probably wouldn’t

fit, anyway…

What if your emotions

guide you

and mine will

guide me?

What if we lived

without force

without treading

on another’s turf?

What if I just let

you paint

without choosing

the colors?

What might the world

look like

if we could all

just BE?

Leslee Horner
http://lesleehorner.wordpress.com/

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The wind in my hair

screaming as the coaster

twists and loops

the giggles

filling the room

as baby girls run

from the tickle monster

aphids for the ants

Uno, I win

walk to the pond

bread in hand

fish flipping

fighting turtles

for just a nibble

writing my life

reading pages that feed me

lighten my soul

lift my burdens

stop to hear the sounds

birds singing

invitations

in the form of

kisses

come dance

let joy move through

me

oh the ways

Leslee Horner
http://lesleehorner.wordpress.com/

One Dark Summer’s Night


Lost in the shuffle that is life.
Being cast into the shadows
Of a forgotten memory.
Displaced, errant wanderer,
Drifting along the lonely passageway of time.

Nowhere to call your home.
Nothing that feels familiar.
Weariness settles in,
Wrapping you in its tattered, worn cloak.
You huddle into the dark corners
Looking for lasting relief.

You thought you’d found it once
In the bottom of a whisky bottle.
You thought you’d found it
Between the legs of a temporary lover.
You thought you finally had it
In the warm embrace of your woman and child.

Snatched away one dark summer’s night,
By the callous hand of a stranger.
Your priceless treasure blown to bits,
In one fleeting moment of time.
Eyelids closing...
Blocking away the vision of life passing you by.
Slipping away into the blackness of despair.

Gentle tapping... tugging at your sleeve.
Chocolate brown innocence confronts you
And the outstretched hand of a boy.
The moment... but a second,
But the feeling is one of eternity.

I am lost to this world, sonny boy.
Place your bets on a horse that can ride.
I am crippled and down-trodden,
Ready to die.

The small, gloved hand is insistent.
You look into the bigness of those eyes
And remember a faraway time...
The eyes of another young child.
Come on Daddy. Time to wake up!
A dull ache rises to explode in your chest.
The tears begin to fall
And you howl in anguish for your loss.

It’s alright Mister. Really, it’ll be alright.
The words echo in your mind
Reverberating through to your soul.
Strangely, there is deep comfort here.
Maybe stars do come out again.
Maybe they will twinkle once more
On some dark summer’s night.


Nicola G. Karesh, copyright © 2010 – All rights reserved.

Tags: inspiration, vision, life, eternity, soul, hope

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SHARING OPEN SPACE by Nicola G. Karesh

Dreaming again of lions and other big cats. Being up close with them in an open, unfenced area. Feeling drawn to their power, size... the beauty of their wildness and untamed nature. Feeling a little uneasy, uncertain of what could happen as they move, unrestricted, into my personal space.

There is a feeling of not attending to the fear. Wanting to stay still, allowing the lions to move to safety. Their land by the sea was flooding and I beckoned for them to move to higher ground. Their journey was uphill along a winding path through my garden. There is something familiar about this journey to a safe haven. Something familiar tucked away in my mind. An unknown memory prompts me to move past fear and call to them. Moves me to want safety and freedom for these creatures above all else.

Intellectually and symbolically, I have no idea, what if anything, this means. Does it really matter though?

I am left, this morning, with a tender feeling. Softness in my heart. Feels like love and compassion. Every creature, no matter how small or how grand, deserves and is worthy of our love and compassion. It takes nothing from us to freely share our hearts... to share open spaces. A wild spirit can be tamed with a tender glance... kind words. Energy flowing freely in recognition of itself.

I left this writing for several hours...

I have travelled up this winding path before. My mountain road, curving through a canopy of trees, climbing steadily upwards. I had this same feeling of familiarity. I know this path... I know this journey. I remember how I loved feeling cocooned by the trees. It created a warm feeling of being in a womb. As I wound up the mountain, it felt like I was coming home.

I want my lions to come home to a place where they feel safe, warm and held. Those lions could be anyone or anything. When you love and you care deeply, for a moment, it seems as if you lose sense of yourself. You are over there, merged into something bigger. Merged into the river of unifying energy that flows through all of humanity. Connecting threads weaving in and out... Movement, that steadily brings us home.

Nicola G. Karesh, copyright © 2010 – All rights reserved.

Tags: felines, spiritual journey, freedom, love, compassion, connection

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