Connection

Golden Lizards

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I may say we need to be present,
to feel alive in creation
Yet, in my blaming of the other,
I miss the target unseen
It is I who hurry, I too go out of my way,
to make everyone’s perfect day

A sudden glimpse reveals the secret, how to just presently be,
the model of life I point to so eagerly

I let the image of you disappear,
swallow my shadow raw
I stretch my ear and lean within
to become a silent, available soil

As I sit in silence, roots drinking from this newfound fountain, I see two golden lizards gracefully circling in a coil of bodies

That’s when, I savor the sweet taste of breathing

The Bright Bird / Den lyse fuglen

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I  watched the bright bird
fling itself past
before it flew lightly further
In a moment I was there
with the bird in its dance

Jeg så den lyse fuglen
som svingte forbi
før den fløy lett videre
I et øyeblikk var jeg der
med fuglen i dens dans

This poem was originally written in Norwegian. A little help from ChatGPT helped me correct the English wording.

Towards The Red Horizon

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Dean Stelow

As I am looking towards the Horizon

I see the Red and Light of Longing

I sense here I just Am

In Relationship to Eternity

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As I am looking towards the Horizon

Beauty whispers to me

True Words of Belonging

Of Everything and Everyone

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As I am looking towards the Horizon

I become Faith

I become Hope

I become Love

A New Morning

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In my soul there is a room that opens doors into my eyes, body and senses. Often I sense a hushing of a wind. I also hear a quiet whisper of a beautiful voice.
Yet this is not all.

If I sit in a restful quietness these voices, hushings and whisperings turn into complete silence. Beautiful they are.
But now no thing is happening.
Everything waits.
As I sit.
In silence.

My senses, body and eyes grow accustomed to the silence.
Soon I rise and walk.
Out into this life of every thing.

Suddenly something starts rising within.
I almost feel like singing or jumping for joy.
Because everywhere I am looking and sensing I see and hear transferring and transforming from deepest within.
The beautiful singing of a new morning.