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Through a sea of mist, I walk blind on the cliff where the water touches the rocks, clear is the sight where the humming of birds and stillness in the air meet. The ego falls away for a moment in deep breath. A bridge connects the soul to the conscious mind. Calm and gentle I…
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(1, Learning to trust) Abandoned in a new world where dreams only come when I cast myself the hero of my story. I step out of the shadow of who I think I am into I am, not hold back by what I once feared. On the journey of life, we travel many roads, not…
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With a heavy heart I walk away, as I dropped my memories and be reminded of past pleasures. My heart hungers for a kiss and hug and as the sun sets, I feel a stroke of warmth after rain. As she left only tears in my eyes, I hunger for arms reaching out. I can…
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In the waxing moon, I lost my world. She never stood in my way, she only hold my hand, learning to walk. Loving my from a mother’s heart, she prayed for my blessings and safety. Holding my hand watching me smile and dance, she loved me before I loved myself, in her arms always her…
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Gracefully she seers where the rose gardens great beauty fully flowers and where the white Lillie’s glow I see a face that I have seen before, pleasant and familiar. I bow to this mesmerising creature that fills my dreams. Soaring above the lake, resting under the the weeping willow. In the flow of her dance…
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An invitation from the moon, makes me feel in the day of night. As I want to undress my overthinking mind, I end up in the fiction of my imagination. And as I dance under the pink moon, day and night meet and my sanity goes lost. Here I release my burdens of the past.…
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For hope is the light in our hearts, we journey along the path of life. When only the dust remains of what is lost. Then the storm will clear of what is left, and the light of hope will shine where the motion of change can be found. A sea star reflects the northern star…
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A long forgotten kiss, a heart healing, a mind learning to be still. It’s the missing of a home, it’s not lonely it’s alone. So I learn to walk and look at what’s good, I liberated my feet to walk free in my mind. To sit with myself I smile on the past, gaze into…
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On a ghostly night, creatures are lurking and with a thunderstruck of silence she is not longer holding my hand. As time turns into a ghostly night and silence becomes a lurking creature that fills the emptiness, a curtain of clouds fills the empty spaces, where only the sound of tears can be found. As…
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A Ballerina, tiptoeing in synchronicity with the music. Balancing under the spotlight, perfectly relaxed with tension to make the right move on the right moment. Focus and trust are her best friend, for the moment will be witnessed by so many, leaving no room for distraction. As she is flying in the air she let’s…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 