(To be spoken out loud) in the quiet times resides the essence in the event of love resides resilience an angel comes down, two everlasting fairy rings and elves hiding an angel speaks, one replies ’coo’ like a dove
She was a heart of gold. She is, shimmering, in light , She is, listening, in the Love. She is , bright, luminescent. As sands of time pass by, sounds of time glisten. A touch, a smell of fur pass by. In the golden, dog night, and day, she remembers. from the loving owner Maud Louise, our Briard, a heart wrapped in fur. 12/2/97 born, 23/12/05 @8:20PM she left us
Where angels fear to tread comes a light swimming skimmimg across tree tops across chimneys at the Last Man Standing Alone Hotel Skipton. A lady parks her car the room erupts Just tonotice beauty is a relish Just to feel worship is delectable Just to be impressed deserves honour, and humor. This leaves us at an impasse whether to the left or the right, above or below, inside or out. Gold is to be found sometimes in desirable places, sometimes desecration, sometimes decoration, sometimes donation. Leaving be leave be.
In my dancing days I danced a lot. I had some fun Sometimes not. The rains came down No-one knew It could have been Just the dew. I asked for miracles I asked too much. I asked too much. It was always hidden by the fire. Peace was in the embers. The Old ones knew. Image shows: Love and harmony Wisdom and grace Soul on Earth Peace on Earth Old ones on the cross
in the belly of a swan in the heart of an angel in the light of the ancestors in love in the garden of dreams in hope in care walks the Freewoman free. Laughter appears and Grace from Nowhere
Coming down is the rain fat and fiery. An angel opens up the river, and rivulets cascade into a glowing brook. A hand reaches out ‘taste me’, I drink. She is my benefactor. She is mountain air And I know my place. Its here.
By golden sandstones deep runs the smooth water. Openings into caves as I gaze across ridges. Thick trees dot the hills, and as time marches on, haze comes down shimmering into my soul, and the ferry canters across
An angel sings above the bed. One sits and knits beside. A light shines in the window as Grace comes down. Then, all the angels sing ‘hosanna, hosanna.’ Let there be Peace and Love in the Highest
In the evening the sun goes down, there are stars. A magnificent angel fills the sky. A tiny spider spins its web and sings happily. The trees and leaves are whispering all around. A bird tweets and calls his friends. Peace comes down and Love surrounds.
She holds you in her arms of Strength and Honest-ee. She breathes into your Spirit, Woman. She bathes you in her Radiance, her Secrets soon to share. And when you Walk her Dance beside you is her Gift of Hidden things. Renewal.
They say that time heals a broken heart and they say mouths should not be open. A lot of people say this and that. What are the words of angels How do they sound? Sound them. What does an angel wear in her shoes. rubies?
there is a road that goes up a long hill there is a road that comes down a long hill an angel walks there on the hills she dreams when she’s tired she dreams of you and all your friends who are also out walking on the hills
Isousas Centuries old spirit line gonna take that train to the end of the line gonna see it thru got an easy ride this time isousas, isousas, *8 ages on no hands barred a lazy life straight down the road Jesus cried so did I then I came home on the spirit line isousas isousas isousas isousas isousas epochs gone not much longer now I saw a fly an angel shone she caught my eye she gave me life she revived me down the spirit line isousas isousas isousas grails come grails go spirit line goes forth goes back saves the souls made us sphinx isousas isousas see that train on the other line silent as snow radiant as sun that’s spirit train slumbering by gotta catch that train to the other side isousas isousas isousas isousas
I was crying hard cause I had no children. I realized snow was beginning to fall, and when I looked up the trees and the mountains were listening and so were the saints gathered round as galaxies
Straight as a tear falls, is the Rush with the Echo on my morning doorstep, I look in. I know the words are worldly news, the pictures happy and the colours jumping. Al the lights are ablaze in Byron tonight, it reports, all of Nature friendly. It seizes my Day, I am not alone in my Land, I am not shaken, by Antipathy. I am Well and Strong, and Stronger, not stranger.
a bird is watching, as the sun comes up, an angel with long wings and singing. And when the sun goes down an angel is watching over the bird and its chicks so they can be safe in the night.
Shimmering with light makes the Bay glow by night. I pick a pebble from the sand, as waves kiss my feet. I ask the Universe to soothe my wounded Heart. She gives a balm, her night air. I allow the song of dolphins to rise up my spine, to lift my crazy spirits higher, in line with true time. “More walking on Jimmy’s Beach " is pronounced, to usher in the Sea of Green. And all the Seaweed bows.
An event that seems to me to be Renewal awaits my tour on Byron Lighthouse Walk. It ushers in a mountain, Over-Yonder (Mt Warning): an Ocean Mountain, Moving Whale: answers to many prayers, if I kneel: and a chance to let my Spirit loose from the Woes and Throes. Gentle waves rise up in sound to greet me here, to say “Release. Let go. Time is passing still, as it will, always. Your bed is waiting in its final place, Be assured.” So climb in Peace and Love today, and know that Beauty waits, in the Air you walk. See it, feel it and be Free. Tangibly.
High impact velocity made you here clear as day. I find myself, walking, wondering. Not far from here, a Day is rising on a New Morning. Yet here the old , the ancient gnarls are fodder to my aching souls, to yield time’s secrets from the past laid down here oh so long ago. I believe. At this monument is a Rite to Trees and Spirit Growth, that gives a blessing to my hardened heart. end Just as I finished typing this a sacred ibis came in. She was scared and blessed me from the air in Her way, a bit lost in this human environment.
On Walking in Rosebank by Day and by Night, She believes in the freedom to strike. Lightning, silent and invisible is lashing through the waves of night, She awaits her turn. And the World does Turn. These trees, silent sentinels, are the ghosts of her future-past. These precious flowers show the Beauty and Joy that once was and shall be. There is brooding here, human transience, remnants of volcanic violence, Nature aflame and ablaze but Man has made farms, such Waste. Man has imposed their dream on the Dreaming Such silliness. Man has killed Soil to grow cattle. Such Shame. I shall wait, ‘cause the Earth is Turning.
A little, (purple) light, feather rested in the heart: innocence and purity. (red) Love , yearned (pink) for a Way (blue) and a Coat was laid out, (pale green) as the Storm (dk green) raged around. A New Wisdom (dk blue) was to be found, soon, as the Angel (white /violet) would , measure-the-depths, come what may. (Yellow sun)
In the marriage of true possibilities rests, an angel, in Waiting. . Her finger points, and a shaft, of light shines, across valleys, across nations. . Her call, is beckoning ‘follow me’; an angel has loosened the veil, between worlds/'happy marriage.' (purple line) . She listens. ‘I am here’, a touch, on lace sleeve/formless wings. (pale blue) . . Let us bow ourselves. Let us bend. A cradle is the arms (pink) holding true/Peace calls. (violet) . A blossom wavers (orange) and an owl hoots. Night holds the reins of the star light, (red) gently. (dk green ) background colour
A fountain springs forth, In all Love and Surprise. Ask for the sun To shine from within All Day. Angels make you happy And teach you Lightness. Sarah 10 years
for Evette 9 years shining out is a great love for all mankind. a star rises (in song) and all the birds are joyful and sing too. Everything is Singing.
for Shanteya 11 years There is a boat that carries you to your angel destiny. It glows at night and sings in light, sweet melodies of love and peace. Call on your Angel with all your might, and let singing rule.
for Rosie 5 1/2 years The angel has a leaf for you, on which is written all the names of all your ancestors (family). She waves it like a feather through the air to scare away the dark. Then you may sleep as if you were floating down a river with weeds for your friends, and trees.
Light comes in, (Orange) to a fading dream. A Heart goes out, (purple) shining, as an emerald sun (green) rises, (blue) on a Clear (dark Blue) Day. Jubilation abounds (magenta) and Great Singing, (yellow) from the Source, (red) all over (rose) Earth. (pale Green)
Out of the heart of gold comes a pure wave, Light of innocence; merging into the Heart of Angels. Care and laughter abound. And the Magic Star leaps forth.