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Secret Worlds: search and you will find them
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"Wisteria Arch"
educational link to see how, where and why to prune woody plants (climbers).
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The Garden Seat
Evening. On the garden seat we sit hand in hand, listening.
The seat you built so long ago, of stone dug up from the garden,
the seat inviting our children with ice cream in their hands
and chafed knees after their work and play in the garden,
and later with glasses of wine toasting midsummer days'cool evenings,
the seat which is sunbed for lizards and grass snakes visiting,
the seat covered with lichen speaking of many moons, seasons
that have touched its granulous surface, nature slowly reclaiming it,
the seat which is now shaded by sweeping arches of wisteria tendrils
you planted at the same time as the seat's firm stone.
We listen. To each other's hearts and hear our years together.
We listen to the nightingale, and our hearts start singing, too,
like the bird: with joy of years passed together, and
awaiting those years yet to come that we will savour
sitting on our garden seat and listening.
Copyright©2002 Aeo
Copyright©2002 "Art & Facts"
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" Colours of silences " - the image however is linked to a page of links for mystical "circle dance"
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Les Silences de la Vie
Les silences d'un flocon de neige
Les silences des étoiles filantes
Les silences d'empreintes dans le sable
Les silences des chauve-souris
Les silences de bougies á minuit
Les silences des couvertures de brouillard
Les silences de pétales de roses
Les silences des papillons
Les silences de la confiance d'une couleuvre
Les silences de la mémoire d'un chêne
Les silences du diamant
Les silences des spirales de fumée d'incense
Les silences d'un miroir casé
Les silences des parfums d'enfance
Les silences des yeux partis
Les silences des larmes secrètes
Les silences de rêves et d'espoirs
Les silences d'une pensée s'envolant
Les silences d'un sourire complice
Les silences des caresses d'âmes
Les silences de ton amour éternel.
Ces silences
Qui parlent tant de ma vie.
Copyright ©2002 Aeo
Copyright ©2002 "Art & Facts"
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Introspection
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Relaxation
Quietly - - not moving the air around me enters
a sound as soft as a cloud
a sound as light as thought
a sound as warm as the sun's ray
a sound as fragrant as myrrh.
Slowly - - not disturbing the air around me
I open my eyes to this softness
I open my thoughts to this light
I open my mind to this warmth
I open my soul to this perfume
I open myself to this floating.
Quietly - - I lie body and mind unfolding,
feeling and touching, absorbing and rayonning,
receiving and amplifying.
A prism each atom of my being.
I am. At last.
A kaleidoscope of PEACE.
Copyright ©2002 Aeo
Copyright ©2002 "Arts & Facts"
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" My hand is your guiding light " (free ani.gif)
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Handicapped
Light? She askes, hesitating, into the darkness.
Yes! the answer comes, and a hand opens,
fingers unfolding like rose petals.
In the palm of the hand waves a flame.
Shadowless the world holds no dangers.
Light? Why need you light, the hand asks.
She looks at the hand-flame.
She sees the shadows of dutiful pity shrivel under the light.
She hears its music carry away the sounds of disapproval.
She feels the loneliness melt away from her skin.
She smells its perfum replace the air poisened by intrigue.
She no longer tastes the bitterness of disrespect.
Why I need Light? Without a shadow of doubt she sees
that BE-ing means LOVE-ing.
She will carry this light into the Others' frightened darknesses.
Copyright ©2002 Aeo
Copyright©2002 "Art & Facts"
this poem won me a "prize" in a competition. Unfortunately it was too far to go and too expensive to be able to collect it. However, I treasure the "photo" of the Silver Cup.
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Lace napperon
this is a link to an informative meditation-mandala links site
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Words on a beach
Words flowing like colourful kites through the air,
lightly brushing the blades of grass and my skin,
and gently like a breeze pushing the sand
towards an unknown destination.
Words describing how the day has been at school,
how much work and worry have been done
and how this evening is welcome before the week-end,
at last stillness and freedom are coming closer.
Words that have melodies to smooth the mind,
words so meaningful they make me choke
and I have to find an excuse for getting up
from the woven straw mat used as a seat and a table.
Words of our children, their happiness tickling the sea breeze
and making the sea-gulls laugh and the sand-crab stand still.
I am so happy it is Friday, we are together
and as every summer Friday picknicking
on the beach.
Copyright©2002 Aeo
Copyright©2002 "Art & Facts"
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Universes
Sleep lifting I lie, absorbing the symphonic song of the nightingale;
it is midnight and tree frogs shout warnings of the silent owl.
The quivering sound of a church bell weaves through old oak branches
and the caress of the full moon's fingers create mosaics on my face.
I lie clothed in an old linnen sheet and breathe night, dreams, earth
listening to my Self, in my half of our ancient olive-wood bed.
Slowly I get born of this fragrant linnen sheet, this my night-skin.
I fold it up, across my body, slowly, collecting its length
in the centre, between two people, two worlds, two universes.
The sheet becomes a stairway towards the other half, to a universe
so well-known to me yet in its sommeil mysterious, distant, vibrant.
This universe I rediscover every day, and I submerge into every night.
I sit up, endlessly belonging to this night lit by mysteries of life;
I animate those sounds and illustrate the light, with my imagination.
The universe that I am is with the universe I belong to.
So precious this earth, this feeling of living, being liquid life.
My spirit glides on the moon's fingers, and flows towards this
other universe next to mine floating in its dreams beyond will, free.
The atoms of my universe need no stairs, see no distance nor barrier
to enter this other universe, so familiar yet undiscovered.
This universe with bright suns of love warming,
with tender moons soothing,
this universe with mysterious planets of hope and wonder,
of strength and courage,
with enchanting galaxies of creativity and understanding,
with flickering stars of hope and aurorae of protection.
This universe where black holes of sadness, fear and uncertainty
are so easily dispersed by my galaxies of caring enchantment.
I melt into this universe by my side, this other universe,
I become this universe and it becomes me, fusion of atoms;
Two universes, separate and so dependent of each other.
And I realise that somewhere and everywhere there is
One Universe dependent of All, and All make our Eternities.
Copyright©2002 Aeo
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