#LyrePoem Triolet #3 Inner Space

When chaos spins around so fast,

It’s time to cleanse our inner space

In Light, the only thing that lasts,

When chaos spins around so fast.

With changes quick and options vast,

We still can choose a slower pace.

When chaos spins around so fast,

It’s time to cleanse our inner space.

#LyrePoem Limerick #3 Afoot

In the wind there is something afoot.

Could be omen, or maybe for good.

It can go either way

And reminds me each day

To treat others the way that I should!

Lyre: 16-string solid body

Tuning: A minor pentatonic (tune all B strings up to C and all F strings down to E)

Reaching

We always reach for the next big thing.
A place to belong and some meaning to bring.
A cause to campaign for, a light on the scene.
Contentment is something to get, not to be.
We reach for the brass ring, while dawn breaks–unseen!


My response to Björn’s Quadrille prompt using the word “dawn.” Come join us, read, and comment at
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Spirit of Truth

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A song of the Divine Feminine, Holy Breath, Shekhina–the Holy Spirit. In Essence, She and we are One; so this is an affirmation.

Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele

I love as you love.
I give as you give.
I turn as you turn.
I live as you live.

I know as you know.
I form as you form.
I bless as you bless.
I warm as you warm.

For you are me,
And I am you,
The manifesting
Spirit of Truth!

I breathe as you breathe.
I flow as you flow.
I work as you work.
I glow as you glow.

I love as you love.
I give as you give.
I turn as you turn.
I live as you live.

For you are me,
And I am you,
The manifesting
Spirit of Truth!

You are me,
And I am you,
The manifesting
Spirit of Truth!

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Mother-Love

Wild Wind

Wind howls through my mind,
tearing a treacherous path,
driving, destroying, demolishing…
The calm, cultivated landscape
erodes before me.
What can this mean?
What’s next?
A breeze speaks whisperingly
of a land too close to see.
“Come…”
And through the howling wind,
I go.


Quadrille, 44 words excluding title, containing some form of “whisper.” This one also goes for De’s challenge of “whisperingly.” Try your own and enjoy others at
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