He Moves Me
Shalt
not
disturb
^
As
I
observe
^
His
form
commence
^
A
primal
dance;
^^^
I
stop
to
stare
^
I
dare
to
near
^
Can
feel
the
flow
^
Caught
in
his
trance;
^^^
With
gentle
strength
^
A
fluid
length
^
His
motion
finds
^
Artistic
grace;
^^^
He
fills
his
soul
^
Then
empties
whole
^
and
^
Moves
me
to
^
His
sacred
space.
^^^
©Robyn Lee
Warm thanks to the wonderful gentleman featured in my post today for permitting me
to share this candid photograph. My subject {Muse} has respectfully requested anonymity to preserve his privacy.
♥
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Hope You’ve Enjoyed!
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Much Love to All
~
RL
Once Upon A Time
“…for with each dawn,
she found new hope that someday,
her dreams of happiness would come true.”
~
Cinderella
Walt Disney, 1950
I am most delighted to invite you to enjoy this wonderful poem by fellow blogger, Julie Catherine, entitled Sonnet Sequence: On Cinderella « . Julie and I agree that, together, the posts make a lovely collaboration of image and words.
You can also view Julie’s poem alongside my image here: Sonnet Sequence: On Cinderella, by~Julie Catherine
Thank you Julie, and Much Love to all!
~ Robyn Lee
Empowered
“He who controls others may be powerful,
but he who has mastered himself is mightier still.”
~ Lao Tzu
This beautiful and proud bald eagle (known to some as Sam) resides at the Quogue Wildlife Refuge. He was taken in by the refuge in 1988 after undergoing a wing amputation due to gunshot injury. He has been a cherished member of the animal sanctuary ever since. Although Sam cannot soar the skies the way nature might have intended, it is clear he has found empowerment and inner-peace at the refuge, surrounded by other members of the wildlife community, and his human admirers. Go Sam!! 😉
Much Love ~ Robyn Lee
Transform
To harden the earth
the rocks took charge:
instantly
they grew wings:
the rocks
that soared:
the survivors
flew up
the lightning bolt,
screamed in the night,
a watermark,
a violent sword,
a meteor.
The succulent sky
had not only clouds,
not only space smelling
of oxygen,
but an earthly stone
flashing here and there
changed into a dove,
changed into a bell,
into immensity,
into a piercing wind:
into a phosphorescent arrow,
into salt of the sky.
~Pablo Neruda
This riveting narrative by Pablo Neruda is a favorite of mine. Hope you enjoyed it alongside today’s feature image.
Have a great today!
~Robyn Lee
THROUGH THE HEALING LENS 