Voice Within All Things

Huge clouds cover the valley light disguised behind a veil of gray, energy dropping ominously, a barometer of war and poverty, of a once free creature whose invention will not overcome the truth. With no answer for Earth’s distress he picks up a stone on the beach and listens for its story. Unable to stop the machine or the deep rumbling fault lines he opens his heart to a simpler gift, the voice within all things.     March 14, 2010 donhynes.com/blog/. » read more

THE CHILDREN OF LIGHT

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To Lift My Color / Our One Desire

TO LIFT M COLOR The plum tree fires pink fireworks into the gray skies of Febru’ry lavish petals filling the gnarled trunk with no apology for color so audacious Earth herself awakens below the broad swath of cement. I greet her across the open street daring to lift my color with hers into the face of winter. by Don Hynes March 9, 2010 ************************ Our One Desire On March 3, 2010 Gaia sends her signals from deep within tremors of neglect shaking her wounded body, asking for help in so many ways yet only drama compels attention in these days of Narcissus. She is not a mechanism for study nor a faulty watch we can replace. Is it possible the beauty she gives is intended for us, to soften our hearts and release our spring color? Like Aladdin we possess a magic gift to create from the wellspring of our hearts.. » read more

Our One Desire

Gaia sends her signals from deep within tremors of neglect shaking her wounded body, asking for help in so many ways yet only drama compels attention in these days of Narcissus. She is not a mechanism for study nor a faulty watch we can replace. Is it possible the beauty she gives is intended for us, to soften our hearts and release our spring color? Like Aladdin we possess a magic gift to create from the wellspring of our hearts. How would it be today if our one wish, our one desire was for her?   Vantage Point, 3-3-2010. » read more

Way of Water

The journey to their new world mired step by slogging step in the rain soaked bog feeding ground and sanctuary to countless birds and fish to them a sucking pool of unforgiving mud. Remembering the defeat they would later drain this memory of inadequacy paving the water course to be rid of the hindrance. There are trails to the river where sand is piled against stone and the powerful river eddies in a dark pool of aquamarine. We carve our names in the sand knowing the next hard rain will erase us knowing the hope we seek is yet upstream and if we are to find our selves we must learn the way of water. donhynes.. » read more

Peace and Prosperity for All!

I feel My God Flame touched my heart, The breath of Love, Light – and eternal Life, I raise my eyes and what I see, My own Great God Self Just glows over me. *** I raise my hands, High up above, And so I see, A Dove with a light glow. Her wings are flapping, with grace in the wind, I hear her calling, My Secret Name, *** As Golden scroll, unwinds from her beak, I See the Three-Fold Flame, just Pulsing at me, With writing, that just appeared from nowhere from site, And in it a secret code, of all Human kind. *** My light of my love, raised me up so high, Just to play my harp tunes for all Royal high, My tears are blood red, for all human kind, Wake up my Love ones, your sleep time is up! *** I’m the Light to all to come forth, May all else grow dim, but I will still glow, With my wing of love and light of the Most High, The Key-The source - The Great Central Sun From:  Ursz9@aol.com. » read more

Looking Up She Rises

  Old memories stir like the coal bed of a log fire fierce heat of distant times when the circle was intact and joy unclouded. We knew we would forget but not how hard forgetting would become yet the oil of awakened memory softens the wounding, easing our entry into this day, this time when only love will join us only the deep well of certainty water cold and full of solace the Earth so wedded to our souls that as we look up She rises.   http://donhynes.com/blog/?p=56   Don Hynes Poet’s Journal Feb. 10, 2010  . » read more

Gravity of Many Beliefs

  The wandering soul one foot before another moving yet not moved as if constant motion would avoid the imprint of something or someone to fear or simply avoid loneliness preferable to the imagined harness and though he notices the sometimes loving he seeks within hegira to know the witness who touches his feet on the stone lined path gently lifting the gravity of his many beliefs welcoming him long before he gives himself the gift of worthiness to be home.   http://donhynes.com/blog/?p=53   Don Hynes Poet’s Journal Feb. 6, 2010  . » read more

Song For One World

One world many nations Many cultures many visions Religious celebrations Bringing all people close together United one mission marching forward! Coexisting in Heaven on Earth void of all wars! Superstitious information Ill-conceived manipulations (Sown) Self-centered illusions Bred violence and brought most separations Among once free joyous secular souls! Creating hells in parts of Earth with mighty dominations! Time has never been so right To share the fruits of labour and minds Enacting united decisive fight For sustainable science and commerce of hearts Embracing truth as the very basis of life - Guaranteeing forever equal humane rights! Author: Deepak Sarkar, 844 Royal Oak Ave, Victoria, BC V8X 3T2, Canada; Poetry & Peace Web Site: www.kolki.com, E-Mail: Deepak.Sarkar@ieee.org    [There is every cause for celebrating united efforts towards one world; but fellow world citizens must stand tall to ensure that world is not ruled from the underworld with Mafia like Covert Intelligence agencies, Bilderberg like secret Aristocratic[1] Constitutional Monarchy and Vatican like intruding Evangelical Supremacy – whose only aim is to continue Oligarchy! Kolki]   [It’s a fight for Truth & justice against Lies & injustice which is the law of causation! This is a decisive moment in history and all humans must strive to fight for truth with their Heavenly power inside so that they can live heavenly life on Earth with peaceful possessions and truthful vocations! God (universal loving expression) bless our beloved world and all sentient being.. » read more

Sculptor of Forgotten Form

During the winter season, I would travel with the Duhalar reindeer people and stay with an old shaman called Tsuyan. On odd days of the waxing moon, she would go into a trance and transform herself into a reindeer bull, flying off to a place she called the Dark Heavens: a twilight world full of light, sounds and voices from where the ancestors reveal their hidden messages in the form of birds and beasts. ‘We exist in relation to three things (she would say) …nature, animals and the memory of ancestors.  Once we forget, the guardian angels abandon us and we invite demons to take hold of our destiny.’   -  Hamid Sardar   Her ungoverned hair and heliarc gaze speaks to a fierceness beyond the curtain of power the unbridled desire of moon and tide to move full circle to have all of herself be known whether or not she dances in solitude though in the storm driven ocean and delicate blue camas on the cliffs above the sea her yearning is present a delicate hand extended to one who will love her fury and her peace and the way she carves her self as sculptor of the forgotten form in the disappearing beauty of her wildness.. » read more

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