Seeking
We search
to find
that which we
seek
Beyond the
skies
and ocean
deep.
~~
Our vision
blurs and
colors
fade
We ask
if there’s a
debt to
pay.
~~
We seek
for
Love
We look
for
Truth;
~
We seek
for
Joy
We yearn
for
Youth.
~~
We seek
for
Wisdom
Embracing
rules;
~
And then
we
pray
They’ll
get us
through.
~~
We seek for
Romance
Passion
too;
~
We crave to
sense
The world
anew.
~~
We seek to solve
the hurt
and
fear;
~
In our
Calm
Resolve
It
finds
us
there.
~~~
©Robyn Lee
Portals
Brilliant steel potentiality:
Calling me forth, like a
Magnetic portal to
A new place
and time;
Arched over blue expanse of
Liquid fire mystery;
Connecting
What is:
to what
can
be.
~
©Robyn Lee
~~~
Heartfelt thanks to guest photographer, my dear Aunt Renée who honored me by allowing me to feature her stunning image in my post today. I admired this new photo on her Facebook page earlier, and it inspired me to write the poetic verse above. She captured this beautiful shot in Astoria Park NY, beneath the 2 bridges pictured (Hell Gate Bridge and Triborough Bridge ).
I think a new hobby may be calling her forth ~ don’t you?!
Thank you Aunt Renée ~ I Love You
Maternal Love
Did
you
know?
~
Mother Nature
wraps
Her
Loving
Arms
Around every
Small
Child
~
During
the
Formative
Years;
~
and
She
Breathes
Gently
~
Into
the
Center
of
that
Child’s
~
Tender
Soul
~
Softly
Whispering:
~
It’s ok
Sweet
Baby
~
You Are
~~
Exactly
Where
You
Belong.
~~~
© Robyn Lee
Emerging
And just like the
Water Lily
Are you not simply
Waiting?
~
Waiting
For
That one perfect
Moment
When
You feel ready
To
Emerge
~
Fully
~
Vibrantly
~
Into the
Luminous
Space
~
Into the
Light
~~
Where
You
Shine
~~~
©Robyn Lee
Mandala Of Her Mind
Like a spider,
setting forth
to make
her
way;
Strand by strand,
she weaves
together
antique
threads
of
hope
truth
wisdom.
~~~
Carefully
connecting
delicate
fibers
of
promises
suspended;
She watches
as
mosaic patterns
emerge,
revealing
small
segments of
self.
~~~
Laboriously,
she knits
complex
arrangements,
Intricate
mazes
designed to
capture
dreams
unrealized;
tying
meticulous knots
tightly,
at each
cross-section.
~~~
With
tenuous
twists and
turns,
she
spins
through
tangled tales
of
love;
swinging
wildly
from
silken strings
of
ambiguity.
~~~
Finally,
in the heart
of her
mandala
she
rests
~~~
Knowing
that
her work
for
today
is
done.
~~~
©Robyn Lee
Storyteller Of Salt
When we quiet our minds
We so easily hear
Wise words of the waves
Dialect: flowing and clear.
Hypnotic salt tales
Told in soft rhythmic hum
Rippling echoes of ocean,
Reflect voices of sun.
The grand stories our sea tells
Will enchant and enthrall;
Since the lessons our tides teach,
Pertain to us all.
~Robyn Lee
Observe
“When we step back and become the observer,
we witness life with clarity that otherwise, we could not achieve.
It is only as the observer that we are able to embrace it all.”
~ Robyn Lee
Sequel to this post
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THROUGH THE HEALING LENS 