Entries by LWDadmin

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Beauty holds me

  Beauty holds me in its hand and hugs me more than I thought possible I am not alone The spirit graces me and touches me every day with gratitude underneath the yearning is a peace with no name that surpasses the senses the source of all art and poetry the creator of all It […]

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Angels

  I know there are Angels You can feel them in your heart They are the answer to your problems when you feel torn apart Listen very closely, hear them stirring deep inside they turn the sadness into love give it nowhere to hide.   I know there are Angels When you are overwhelmed When […]

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A Miracle

Right where you are there is a miracle awaiting you within your own heart and consciousness in the sigh there is mercy and hope for wisdom is within you a code to live by not written with wordsor thoughts published in your blood streamthis inner river holds the key to your emancipation.at the point of […]

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Ghost of Wordsworth

  I thought I saw the ghost of Wordsworth last night Dancing across the Lakes I heard his voice in the wind sweeping over me A cold chill went up my spine bringing me to my knees and my reality for he is not just a poet but a translator of the Word for he […]

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Illuminated

  industrious imperceptible snatches of reality flash by the screen of my consciousness and glimpses are revealed of a truth so vast it is impossible to grasp in one gigantic gulp or overview This life is a dimly lit barely open crack of what is of such overwhelming magnitude that we are a whisper of […]

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Grassmere

  Written at the cottage of Wordsworth Trudi and Sting In the presence of Keith Altham and Adelaide in 2008 Also at the Waverly one could easily fall into the rhythm of the stones be lulled into inactivity that crushes bones. But one must act to survive though one is ill and has no will […]

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Tumble

  I tumbled out of the sky and still i was inside of you i exploded in the galaxies and you were there always larger than my problem you wrote the melody within my being you grafted yourself to every vein you transformed every joint and cell you soothed the soreness of my aching soul […]

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Sometimes a butterfly

  Sometimes a butterfly will fall Sadness descends and rises in us whenever we let our guard down it comes creeping in Original thinking is a myth a deception at best we can rearrange what is and we call it creativity it is just a reshuffling in a new way of what is and man […]

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Helen Keller

  She touched me in stillness no sounds could she hear no stars could she see yet she smiled as she walked as if something within gave her eyes gave her ears gave her hope and i who could see the morning sadness the morning sunshine the ripples in the gentle stream hear the winds […]