Sipping the latte.
Pumpkin spice.
It’s not tea.
Spicy.
The cheeky leaf seems appropriate for a cheeky poem.
May your day be full of laughter.
Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie
Sinking Into The Soar
watching hawk
rise then fall
elegantly
dancing across the thermals
riding to his winter home
calling to his mate
she glaces back
falls to
find his place
he rises
they soar
together
to the winter
tropics
I watch
with awe
and a pinch
of longing
for the moment
I may soar
alone on my thermal
rising and falling
in the graceful dance
of flying
of life
Lingering Light
Caught between the day and night
beautiful, golden-rose , lingering light.
And Then It Flows…
The dam has broken. The rapids are swift. Pulling and pushing. Obliterating what is.
Constructing a new. Light at the end. Where everything flows freely, my friend.
Playing In Pause
Stillness. Holding time. Basking open
an awareness. Beckoning on. Opening doorways.
Believing your gone. Staying to see beyond the openness.
Past the horizon. Believing it could always be open. Unobstructed.
Whole in a completely other way. Paused today. To resurrect new.
To create beyond what moves. Aligned with the highest. Reflecting the soul wealth.
Pausing briefly to adjust this magic awareness that is.
Movement
Forever graceful. Full of grace. Rhythmically moving.
Quiet chimes and orchestrated rhymes. Forever moving through time.
Undulating. Flowing. Gracefully knowing. It all unfolds just right.
In the continuous movement of life.
Your Truth
It maybe yours. Held to the chest. Holds you up.
Fully impressed. What if it is not mine?
It does not speak to me. Hold me sublime.
No. It is your truth, not mine. You may keep it.
It really is fine. Do not mistake my acceptance as weakness
or agreement. It is not. No, my acceptance is that. Acceptance for our differences.
You are there in your thought. I am here in mine. We are not together on it at all.
Yet it is fine. Truly fine. So please stop trying to push your truth on me. As I do see it.
Accept it. Yet I do not hold it as my own.
Swift Changes
Seasons are shifting. So are the leaves.
Continuous changes. As if, we believe.
Constant is not constant. Nothing is the same.
Everything changes. Embracing the rain .
Going along for the day. Swift in the change.
Only for this moment. Brought to the stage.
