SILENT CORE ORIGINAL BEINGNESS
THE ONLY AUTHENTIC LANGUAGE
FOR ALL THAT IS
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3:39 AM - 1/19/16
THE ONLY AUTHENTIC LANGUAGE
FOR ALL THAT IS
ew
3:39 AM - 1/19/16
She had to breathe in peace,
for in peace she found the quiet solitude
her heart had been aching for.
In the moments between raindrops
she let her focus dwell and the sound of silence comforted her
more than an avalanche of superficial banter.
Carolyn Riker
(See full poem and web source at end)
for in peace she found the quiet solitude
her heart had been aching for.
In the moments between raindrops
she let her focus dwell and the sound of silence comforted her
more than an avalanche of superficial banter.
Carolyn Riker
(See full poem and web source at end)
She had to breathe in peace,
for in peace she found the quiet solitude
her heart had been aching for.
In the moments between raindrops
she let her focus dwell and the sound of silence comforted her
more than an avalanche of superficial banter.
Declare a rapture of your senses and sip raindrops from your eyelashes.
Walk your fingertips along each vertebrae.
Watch each hair follicle dance in the quiver of your aliveness.
Quiet times are essential.
It is necessary to step out of the drama of meaningless dribble
and part the rain from the drops and melt into the puddles.
Solitude is like water.
Drink it, create it with no regret.
I dip gratefully into the sunshine and sip dew from the grass.
I befriend nature and listen to the messages.
I fly to the tops of branches and feel
the hum of a hummer fluttering in my heart.
In the speed of light,
I see the patches of shade and dance lightly.
I catch a wisp of a spider’s web and dangle
between the echo and the silence.
It is here I find a moment to fill my heart with joy……..
Carolyn Riker
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2014/06/09/9392/
for in peace she found the quiet solitude
her heart had been aching for.
In the moments between raindrops
she let her focus dwell and the sound of silence comforted her
more than an avalanche of superficial banter.
Declare a rapture of your senses and sip raindrops from your eyelashes.
Walk your fingertips along each vertebrae.
Watch each hair follicle dance in the quiver of your aliveness.
Quiet times are essential.
It is necessary to step out of the drama of meaningless dribble
and part the rain from the drops and melt into the puddles.
Solitude is like water.
Drink it, create it with no regret.
I dip gratefully into the sunshine and sip dew from the grass.
I befriend nature and listen to the messages.
I fly to the tops of branches and feel
the hum of a hummer fluttering in my heart.
In the speed of light,
I see the patches of shade and dance lightly.
I catch a wisp of a spider’s web and dangle
between the echo and the silence.
It is here I find a moment to fill my heart with joy……..
Carolyn Riker
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2014/06/09/9392/
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