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The Wind in my Heart Wind, where is it?
It comes, and it goes.
It makes it's way through the leaves of a tree,
yet I am not able to see
where the wind comes from, or where it will go. I like the way the wind makes the tree leaves sound.
It is a peaceful tone much like a gentle rain
on a cool summer night.
There is a similar wind in my heart. It makes it's way through my soul,
and I am fresh again.
It is the air I breathe,
and the force that gives me life. Sam Oliver, author of, "Integrating the Feminine Spirit: Returning to the Womb of Creation" ------------------------------------- Life's Process The leaf falls, the tadpole's tail shrinks away,
the hibernation begins, and new links come our way.
The branch blossoms, the eggshell cracks,
and we wonder why we wanted to go back. Life is filled with many transformations.
There are slow times and times of acceleration.
Much of our lives are filled with disorientation,
then comes a clearing point of reorientation. To gain, we must first learn to give up
and realize beginnings begin within us.
We come to new beginnings at their endings.
From the barrenness of fallow time, new life begins. It is out of formlessness we become a form
and emptiness befriended brings forth a new born.
A new theme in the music, a strange fragrance in a breeze,
and a faint intimation that something is different indicates changes we need. Sam Oliver, author of, "A Life in Review" http://www.soulandspirit.org
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Winter Birds in Minnesota High above winter’s frosted trees
Above the Mississippi,
Clouds thaw,
In the afternoon sun—
Fly! Fly low winter birds of Minnesota
Fly low: chipper on, wave
Those rusted wings waiting for spring
Fly low: fly low, play your
Games of ‘Hide and go seek,’ defying
The frail soul in this land of cold
Of arctic winds: and bleak snow …! Happy the birds—despite their frets, —
Despite the woes and dim fields of
Corn now froze, now full of snow,
Where they fly over in a silent pose,
Waiting for Minnesota’s spring thaw!
Fly! Fly low winter birds of Minnesota. #1091 1/22/06 Comments on Planet Earth, by the author: “All of nature, in particular the earth, is in a way, a temple, to me: a living creature, and perhaps we are the mesh, the web, the net, or the bug the wind scratches when it gets irritated with us for hurting her. Perhaps the trees are her pillars, or her columns; the moon and the stars her light in this vast and dark universe. She will out live us, we all know that, I think. And so I say, just watching birds in the middle of winter, in an arctic state as Minnesota, is interesting in that you see the human struggle in nature just as well as if you were at any other place on earth: the desert, the deep of the sea, the Amazon Jungle, or the Andes: Minnesota, like the rest of the world, like the big cities, we all have our means of survival, do we not, and so does the birds of Minnesota, however they do it, it’s amazing, for Minnesota gets damn cold.” See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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