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Luminary


Every few days a luminary
dispatches light.
You never know when
you will meet
one of them.
A Guru.
It could be a stranger.
It could be you,
the one who
teaches.


"Occupy your life,"
She spoke to me in soft sibilant tones,
inviting me.
"Begin each day with the optimism
of a new crocus, rising freshly from the dark earth
in the dewy dawns of Spring."
I swear I could almost hear robins chirping.


"Hope is a habit which breaks through the clutter
of the mind so that all can find peace,
then find release from all pain."


"You carry within your DNA
all you need to find bliss."
In the echoing within my head
I heard a continuance of this:
a message.
"And you will have the strength
to charge through anything."


Then I heard the deep stillness
rising up from inside resounding,
a well that traverses through forever...


See how you bend, see how you bend,
see how you bend....
oh, when the wind,
oh, when the wind,
oh, when the wind,
rushes in and in...




Copyright Wednesday June 5/Thursday June 6 2013
All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World









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