When the Power of Love Overcomes the Love of Power The World will know Peace
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Quote: Maya Angelou
“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.” – Maya Angelou
time moves on
The longest day of the year has just passed and the full moon will shine this weekend. The sky is still light with a multitude of blue, purple and pink hues and time still rolls on. But we are just specks in existence, our own importance so tiny in the bigger scheme of things. Written…
enjoying a winter wonderland
Where have I been the last couple of months? Well, I am not going to kid myself and say that there has been anyone who reads this blog who has actually thought that, but I’d like to stroke my own ego for a moment… I have actually been all over the place, and really didn’t…
Golden moon
Golden moon out Shadows swallowing her Reveals pulsating glow of life She breathes A sigh The world keeps turning Written content is © All rights are reserved. June 2010.
paint u a picture
wish i could paint u a picture of the sky this evening; sat on this balcony in this place of grey hills. and out to my right, a grey plateau hides half the vision; but behind are two tall tree tops, silhouetted, bending forth in the fresh wind. and beyond… the clouds streak across the…
Facets of cherry coloured berries
Cherries and berries Peaches but no pie Multi coloured facets Of shapes and patterns Fill our eyes Explosions of colour Exaggerated Nature, Clouds, sky, rustling leaves of trees All are chalk drawings Standing out against the ground Of grey human nature Rigid rules Bent Under the weight Of vibrant iridescence Sweet as cherries and berries…
Whirlwind inter-connectivity
The world runs rivers To the seas The earth crossed with blue shades of arteries. Pulsing lives All intertwined All connected Nothing planned Nothing certain Constantly shifting, changing course Joining others as they make their choice. Our souls run this path also Colliding with one another in serendipity Some join and flow together for all…
childhood discoveries
childhood discoveries I started drawing again… I forgot how therapeutic it is, even if just scribbles. It reminds me that there are depths to myself I have forgotten, or lost along the way. How many things we are capable of doing when we are young but that we then forget as we grow older, as…
