Let Your River Flow: The river flows to the ocean, releasing in me the freedom to love like never before. Beckoning me, to immerse myself in rays of light that pierce the dark waters below, and wooing me to let passion grow. The river flows with beauty and charm, removing the dullness of vision and adding length to years. Bringing forth a new tributary, it draws me near, similar and at the same time all its own. 

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Lighthouses in the Storm: Loves union grows strong, black orchids bloom deep in the night. Two light beams touch and become one. My heart is full of mystery, yet I know we have just begun. Captivated by the beauty reflected in your eyes, life has become a refuge and a lighthouse without ties.

 

Love Notes: Thoughts of you have colored my day, with wondering if you are okay. I tried to call and could not get through, which left me restless and without a clue. As to why I should be concerned, so I have been trying to discern if you need a note from a special friend, or just a prayer to help you mend. So I'm asking my father to lend an ear until these thoughts fade away, and I know in my heart that you're okay.

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Mirages and Miracles: A stepping stone went missing today and it scares me that it's gone. I was used to its connection and I am unsure why it has withdrawn. I see it as a missing piece and suddenly life seems without direction. And yet, if I can let go of what was and have the courage to explore, I may find a new stepping stone, right in front of me, that leads to an open door

 

Moonshine and Daydreams: rainbows delight, sandcastles wash away, forests hide mysteries, loves kisses inspire, hands hold the heart, losses fade, treasures revealed, years pass and spirits rise, friends meet, love is alive, and then.

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More: More than before and less than yesterday, my heart knows a new path and will not stray. More than the waves that crash on a private beach, less than the rage a storm can reach. More

than the beauty of a summer sunset, less than the brilliance of the sun rising. More than lit it's like \a falling star, less than a monsoon rain renewing the place of refuge that we are. More than a beginning that is looking for the perfect end. More than and less than, it's time to stop saying

when.

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My Toolbox is Full:  Am I the vessel others describe, or am I a tanker filled with the element of surprise. Do I walk with the stance of a lion seeking its game? Or do I choose for myself and stay in my lane? Am I as a yellow rose, or am I more like an orchid that is sophisticated and careful in the path it chose? Am I one to run my life into the ground, or do I use the tools to keep this engine sound? So many questions about who I am and only one that answers it in the end. I am a person that can roll with the waves of life's restless sea? And come to a place of seeing the beauty of this journey as a hidden key.

 

Nuggets of Life: The hummingbird outside my window, flies with such endurance. The squirrel in my garden scampers over wet grass without interference. Jackrabbits chase each other like it's soon to be spring. My spirit has a freedom I've missed being occupied with other things. Puppies along my street greet the day with joy. My heart is filled with a beauty no one can destroy.

 

Ocean Voyage: Dark and dreary the waters hold no light on a night where the moon is hidden, and nothing seems right. Lost from sight, the mysterious creatures within, still live as if there are no might have been. Colorful fish and seahorses abide in the depth of these waters, moving with the cycle of the tide, with an occasional sea otter. And therein the shore seems so far away as this vessel makes its way through seaweed and jellyfish looking for new prey. As whales journey to the northern shores, looking for ways to explore new vantage points that act as an open door. 

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Open Skies: The scent of the sea is on my heart as I walk a quiet beach at high tide. Watching the foamy waves move in and out across my feet. Looking to the horizon and the feathery clouds, I am led to a place where hidden seashells and sand crabs abide. Lifting my spirit to rise like an eagle in the open skies, I hear a train in the distance which fills me with delight. Releasing the sound of the ocean as it comes crashing upon the shore.  Releasing me to such a place of quiet, opening my heart to enter an open door. To an inspired place of beauty that is like nothing, I have known. Hidden and yet right in front of me, full of pearls to be sown.

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