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Gaia’s Lover
She called out from an island, one among many of the inland sea. In first light he raced with the ebb keen to remain with the current for the miles yet to travel, yet as she lifted the veil from her beauty he startled and turned, his gaze then his boat, paddling toward the vision of rock green and towering trees like fresh water to his salt stained skin. She marked him with a fleeting vision and though he joined the rushing tide he vowed beyond reason to return. The courtship lasted years though his future was fashioned that first summer morning to love and be loved by an island in the sea, to live within her ever changing temple, to let her spurned beauty be the wealth of his life, her waters his deepest solace, his prayers for her most passionate; strangely unnoticed and sorely abused for her his simple attention matters most, to be witnessed and seen in all of her phases, admired and loved as a sentient being in the tender regard of a true lover.. » read more
Morning Devotion
Quieting the tempest of thought inner seas begin to calm the weight of expectation sinking waves of animosity laying down until surface mirrors the open sky a deeper presence within the Earth rising through bedrock and lifted to the temple finding form in breadth of water still before the morning sun. donhynes.com/blog/. » read more
She is Giving Birth
Thick clouds and cold air confuse the expectation as if we’re turning retrograde toward winter; talk in a coffee shop about weird weather, looking to the sky for light; in the Gulf of Mexico Gaia’s artery lays open altering the sea irrevocably; fish and birds are witness to a threshold crossed; sky brightens through the clouds but an eerie sense remains of a strange new time; Gaia integrates, this is nature but who will attend Her labor? The wet leaves receive what comes and out to sea there is a cry, the earth trembling; She is giving birth.. » read more
LIVE ON
Two birds float in the channel as wind lifts the water like corduroy, behind his old weathered face the bay stretches to distant islands across the sea his home so many years; the problems with being a man don’t change but within the fold of this larger setting where air and sea and sun still breathe the broader fetch over waters reach keep inviting him: live on, live on! donhynes.com/blog/. » read more
Pink Snow
Walking along the sidewalk I bump into a drooping branch, the flower laden plum tree filling the air with a song of soft color; stopped by her touch, I pause in prayer for all she has given her pink snow beginning to fall showering the pavement with light. http://donhynes.com/blog/?p=110 April 16, 2010. » read more
Where Can I Grow?
Oh, the seclusion of unwanted Truth Cast away as the Light on horizon Brought forth! Oh, the shimmering day-break! To the last of the People of Truth: I call Where is our Brethren? Are they scattered and lost? Are they blind and stupid? Are they brethren at all? Where is our Hope? Is it gone from our Minds? Does it run from our thoughts? Do we dare to use it? And how can we Live if we've lost all our dreams? How keep we frugal? -- our Hearts see but Work! Our Kin is, as well, from all of those stars! Those People are HERE and DISCOVERED! They help us to see, intelligently That Hope so deep inside of me We've found our dream to help them see! The reason I write so genuinely Do not hide from the fools and the jokers and peeves -- When they scorn you for giving them Light! I was once away from those people-insane -- "Just a game," I remember... with them in my sight! lightworker21@gmail.com April 16, 2010. » read more
9-1-1 September 11, 2001
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Through the Darkness toward Home
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The Soup’s Not Ready
Coming and going like sea tides we move from city to island and back to flowering trees awakening so slowly this year as if blossoms waited a secret sign for the riot of spring color. A pair of bald eagles stood the point looking out to sea, considering; golden eagle circled again and again questioning the sky with its wide arc while seals and otters surfaced, looking to shore, dark eyes asking. No one’s allowed in the kitchen, though hungry are we all; the soup’s not ready and even the stars can’t rush her cooking. donhynes.com/blog/. » read more
SPIRIT OF GOD
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