High recognitions . . . True prayer flows from the intuition.

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“Mechanical recitation of prayers is to no avail, as true prayer needs no words….

True prayer flows through the intuition of the spirit and the soul as a joyful prayer of gratitude to the Creator of the Universe Who granted us life.”

 

(Threads of Fate Determine Human Life – Roselis von Sass). The author draws inspiration from The Grail Message, In the Light of Truth by Abd-ru-shin

 

 

 

 

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#PoeticThursday . . . The sun shines not on us but in us.

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“The sun shines not on us but in us.
The rivers flow not past, but through us.
Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing.
The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.”

By John Muir
Artist Lisi Martin

 

 

 

 

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Town Owl

Purplerays

Town Owl.

On eves of cold, when slow coal fires,
rooted in basements, burn and branch,
brushing with smoke the city air;
When quartered moons pale in the sky,
and neons glow along the dark
like deadly nightshade on a briar;
Above the muffled traffic then
I hear the owl, and at his note
I shudder in my private chair.
For like an auger he has come
to roost among our crumbling walls,
his blooded talons sheathed in fur.
Some secret lure of time it seems
has called him from his country wastes
to hunt a newer wasteland here.
And where the candlabra swung
bright with the dancers’ thousand eyes,
now his black, hooded pupils stare,
And where the silk-shoed lovers ran
with dust of diamonds in their hair,
he opens now his silent wing,
And, like a stroke of doom, drops down,
and swoops across the empty hall,
and…

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Town Owl

Purplerays

Town Owl.

On eves of cold, when slow coal fires,
rooted in basements, burn and branch,
brushing with smoke the city air;
When quartered moons pale in the sky,
and neons glow along the dark
like deadly nightshade on a briar;
Above the muffled traffic then
I hear the owl, and at his note
I shudder in my private chair.
For like an auger he has come
to roost among our crumbling walls,
his blooded talons sheathed in fur.
Some secret lure of time it seems
has called him from his country wastes
to hunt a newer wasteland here.
And where the candlabra swung
bright with the dancers’ thousand eyes,
now his black, hooded pupils stare,
And where the silk-shoed lovers ran
with dust of diamonds in their hair,
he opens now his silent wing,
And, like a stroke of doom, drops down,
and swoops across the empty hall,
and…

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Welcome The Dawn.

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Night hides away,
as dawn smiles.
Sluggish moon,
saunters away,
towing the stars,
on the way.
Night’s eyes heavy with sleep,
close dreams within.
Sun shines over – above,
a new day begins.

By Vandana Sharma.
Artist Michael Z Tyree

 

 

 

 

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#WingedJewels . . . The small Niltava

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“The small niltava is native to the Indian subcontinent and Southeast Asia. It is found in Bangladesh, Bhutan, India, Laos, Myanmar, Nepal, Thailand, Tibet and Vietnam. Its natural habitat is subtropical or tropical moist montane forests.” (Wikipedia)

photo credit: https://www.flickr.com/people/26931849@N04/

#SmallNiltava male

 

 

 

 

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Remember, you cannot fail!

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There will be times when you fall flat on your face. Things that were going well will go wrong. Things that were not going so well will blow up in your face. It is a trick! Do not be fooled by appearances! Hold on to the words, the prayer, the little bits of trust and faith you can muster. You are not being tested! You are being fortified! Remember, you cannot fail!

 

– Iyanla Vanzant

 

 

 

 

Text and image Credit: Iyanla Vanzant https://www.facebook.com/150253431674197/posts/3463507950348712/