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Snips ~
A Poem that inspired a Book title
An Everglade of Dreams
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As you emerge like the Dragonfly
from still waters
Into an Everglade of Dreams
Those wings reflecting each turn in life with such radiance
Fading shadows are left far behind, Where every bridge to another choice still rotates
As if lost for reason In fields of thought All that is shed can be left in the hands of the might Oak
A tree that has already stored a thousand years of wisdom.
Life in its raw state has its own motion, feel your Luminous Self
Transcending Pain
Will you acknowledge Truth?
As is manifests through your be-ing
The Mandala spins
As night draws us down
Tension slides, from resting limbs
Juliet Wicks
Snips ~
A Poem inspired by The Lotus
Temple Garden
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In a Temple Garden
On a Pond of Glass
The Lotus rises to an aperture of Light
Her Gifts unfold without ceremony
In Harmony with her given form
Where perfume lingers
And the Dragonfly waits ..
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All Life is answering to changes
Anticipation builds
But she knows a Rhythm
That has kept her in this place
As the Winged ones Rise
A brief opening is there ..
For those who see with different eyes
A Summary of Existence passes ..
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Juliet Wicks
Snips ~
A Poem inspired by Ice Floes
Ice Whispering
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Remembering – the Spirit knows
There is unimaginable depth,
To the smallest of springs -
Rising unseen but deeply felt,
You can sit and wish, or hope,
But some longings are destined to be set adrift
Even where the strongest of desires have been forged,
And flames leapt from passion pushing you beyond euphoria
Look back and smile again at those poignant offerings
Thanking Creation for every moment
Of rare inspiration -
Acknowledging the journey,
The continual movement,
Like ice whispering
Pushing out,
From gently melting floes
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Juliet Wicks
Every Universe that ever came into being
Has been your Oyster -
You are Sentinels, leaving footprints
Through this Wonder-Ship of Living,
Where Dreams are woven in
Magical Strands,
And All Life stirs to an inherent pattern
Evolving to Creation’s new designs -
With knowledge that was never lost
It waits, to be reclaimed
Suspended through Wishing Trees,
Gently swaying in textured light,
To every Instinctive Pulse –
A Melody of Guidance
And you are not measured by your climb
Through these glorious canopies -
But the fruits you taste along the way
Will linger on the palate, as if never enough.