"A stone remembers what the river forgets—"
~ Robin
The Faery Gift
Tumbling, tumbling, the stone sat and sang
feeling the mountain from which the stone sprang
The stone found her rest as the waters slowed down
she visioned her way, in stories profound
A little girl walked on the banks of the stream
bending right down she picked up her dream
She gazed at the pebble so gloriously round
she felt the stones' curve and heard the stone's sound
A pebble in her pocket, close by to her hip
the pebble was perfect...to the river she slipped
When the girl got home, she felt deep into her pocket
there was no pebble there but a bright golden locket
The girl was surprised and welcomed the faery gift
in her heart sang a song, in her step sprang a lift
All that day the girl wore a smile as she hummed a tune
it was a day of pure magic, there was a bright golden moon!
Julie
March 2025
The world as you know it - all that you see, taste, feel and touch, comprises only about 5% of all of the stuff of the universe. The other 95% is what we have considered "nothing" or the "firmament" or dark matter or the heavens or mystic Other Worlds. This 95% is multi-dimensional and consists of potential realities that may be perceived.
A single thought...a mere whisper, ...... barely upon a breeze that catches a spark... all is tinder before the firestorm... and yet.
ONLY that whisper
ONLY that thought
the world is forever changed beyond the fears and dreams of cardboard men.
Freedom and change starts within:
It is encouraged by truth and courage of people who love
Built by the respect of true beings standing as one before each other.
Lets us cross every man made borders
without fear stare into eyes and hearts of all our brothers and sisters: within our words without shouting,or force to hold each to our truths; and let us without fear freely share what works...
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