The Art of Listening

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art of listening

 

photo via: Kent Miles

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My Forbidden Angel

We pray for love

and hear nothingangel
Desire love and are still waiting
A time to prove feelings and emotions
As the sun blinds us with gold
Love is not a strong enough word for my feelings
We will have to invent a new language
He is an angel
And so beautiful
Could he fall for me
The choice is his now
Our paths seem so entwined
A romance so designed
Our secret safe in my heart
As he travels the world
Calling every city his home
Out of the blue
He hits my town
I know how much he missed me
When I hear him sing my name
He is all sweetness and tenderness
What can our life be
We come from two different worlds
You fly the skies
And spread your joy
I wait for you here
Feeling you everyday
Love and beauty intertwined
Wrap your wings around me
As you nurture my soul.
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Rebirth Beach by Dennis Lowery

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The inlet was secluded.

The heavy growth of underbrush and scrub trees, not deterred by saltwater, grew almost to the edge of the water. The packed sand, never trod upon, had been carved by the tide’s fingers. Scooped and scalloped by a myriad of rivulets it revealed a face and upper body.

Image (c) Unknown--Source: Rachel Estella Garcia at G+She opened full obsidian orbs that looked in wonder at the richness of the color of the surface world. A cataract of blues and white above she reached to touch what seemed so deep yet so close.

A flicker of red caught her eyes. What were these… these things dancing over her?  What was this they swam in? It seemed they moved to and fro on some current.

The familiar wetness of the sand still bound most of her body as the wash of waves lapped over it. She breathed deep. The first lungful of air in centuries. Long ago she’d been human. Different, yet human still. But they had not accepted her and had driven her back into the sea.

She began to lift and push herself up — the wet sand cloying and heavy. She wanted to walk this land and see the other wonders and beauty she had long forgotten… and hoped the land humans had learned love and compassion.

VIA: Dennis Lowery.com