In every breath
an invitation of peace
breathes
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Peaceful calm
Place of peace
From my place of peace
I pour into your hands a waterfall of gratefulness
I am indebted to your breathing as we share this time
This tribute to life is nothing more or less than
an honor acclaimed in the darkest of times
bestowing the stars inside of us to shine
to turn to dust and remain in all
From my place of love
I shower you in my peace
and wish you travel safely through the forest
traverse harmlessly the open fields
and in the middle of it all
remember
you are never alone to run into the adventures
this life offers recklessly
From my place of peace I bow in love
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This crystal grid is part of the crystal grids for the IG Project on 8 July 2022 “Grids around the World” @gridsaroundtheworld – praying for peace
All of this world together
I am sure you heard me breathing
maybe for the first time
but you did
maybe not realizing what that sound was
and I am sure
it startled you
wondering what was humming your way
but I am sure you understood
that something of nature filled with love
is healing you
one whisper at a time
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Breathe
Breathe deeply
until all you breathe is the sweetness of the gift of life
breathe deeper
until the calm has erased all else
until only the joy envelops you
to be alive
keep on breathing until only love rests
and love becomes your breath
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To love is more
The beauty we are
the life we contain
the blessing we carry
the tenderness we possess
the wonder we hold
the joy
the divine
the sacred
the love
let us wear it on our sleeves
for us to remember
and forget what is not
as a reminder
tattooed through the bones
that
to love
is more
than to live or die
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A purple sky
The wind blows my words to you
and somehow it seems to
unveil the stories of yourself to you
and I remain somewhere in the shade
watching the light unravel its rays
coming out
it voices the cries
of reminiscence
of recognition
of knowing it all without knowing why
and the moment when the wind brings rain
the thunder rises to a purple sky
I can reassure you
there is more poetry to convey
in the darkest of the storms
not by my words
but by your light
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