Sun dogs and moon bows Crystal Prisms and rainbows Relieved of any constrictions Lay their colors upon my soul While I, within creative throes Of writing with utter conviction Advertisements
The space always is and in this space I am.* I breath this air surrounding me, holding tight to my soul energy Living in my head with my fantasies.
She should forget her passions and innermost desires incinerate her wants and needs build a gasoline fired funeral pyre tie them all to the killing stake burning away her emotions as her soul forsakes who she is.
Power of my thoughts bringing awareness to words
“Bees have a passion
To this resting place erratic journeys taken
In the fields with ripe rice plants for the Gods the sickle is used © Takezaki Shisen
The vineyard sleeps, basking in the moonlight of
-By Linda Lee Lyberg thought seeds over-sown fertile ground soaked with insight
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Well trodden paths to tiresome ends
Insight: The Feather -Linda Lee Lyberg Today I watched a tiny feather floating in the breeze Letting the air carry it to wherever it pleased.
Guardian of words Observing man’s existence