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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

598821_4868298350183_446568124_nWarm 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


Freewheeling

Ride me to freedom
Spinning dreams on silver ground
Destination unknown

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click here to read a short personal narrative
pertaining to this image: Freewheeling ~ narrative


Sands Of Time

As
moments
flow

~

imprints
remain;

~

Impassioned
tides

~

kiss

shimmering
grain;

~

I
reach
for
you

~

and

~

touch
your
hand,

 ~

whilst

~

Eternity

~

stirs

in
the
sands.

~

©Robyn Lee

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Love’s Wings

Guide the way,
I’m  by
your
side

~

We’ll fly
beyond a
vast red
sky;

~

Above
the sea’s
ecstatic
waves

~

Around
a solar
flame
engraved;

~

You won’t
see me, but
feel my
fire

~

Pure heat that
fuels your
soul’s
desire;

~

There are no
rules, nor
risk…or
will

~

On
wings
of
love

~

where
worlds
stand
still.

~

©Robyn Lee

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Captivated

His
eyes
held me
captive

~

from
the very
first
stare;

~

A
presence

~

A
power

~

Quelling
all
mortal
fear;

~

I
hungered
to
touch

~

his strong
noble
soul;

~

Delight
and
devour

~

Relinquish
control;

~

“But there’s
so much
at
stake”

~

I
heard
a
voice
say,

~

“He is not
of
your
kind,

~

there
are
boundaries
at
play.”

~

In
that
one final
moment

~

Our
eyes
locked
in
embrace

~

Knowing

~

we
would
meet once
again

A
new
time

~

A
new
place.

~

© Robyn Lee

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Forever

Celebrate Love
Everywhere
Everyway
Today;
Every
Day
~

Forever

©RL

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Please enjoy this timeless, and very
beautiful poem that echoes
my own sentiments about
the transcendent
natural force
we call

Love

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Unending Love, 1889
by Rabindranath Tagore

 

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

 


Much Love on
Valentine’s Day
and  Always,

 ❤  Robyn Lee


Love Above …

Softly
hold my
tender
heart

~

Cushion
it
with
bliss;

~

Wrap me in
your
valiant
blue

~

Protect me
with
your
kiss;

~

Whisper
what
I need to
hear

~

Tell me
that
it’s
true;

~

Then
guide
me
through

~

this
sea
of
clouds

~

as
I

breathe

~

My
Love

~

in
You.

~

©Robyn Lee

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Solitary Sunset

Alone
at
last

~

I’m
on my
way

~

Our
Rendezvous

~

Down
by the
bay;

~

Please
wait for
me

~

Will
be there
soon

~

Been
counting
minutes

~

All
afternoon;

~

Your
fiery
touch

~

Your
golden
soul

~

Your
love

~

that
melts

~

the
bitter
cold;

~

 Oh
Darling

~

I
Anticipate

~

That
haunting
thrill

~

Predestined
fate;

~

And
always

~

When
the
day

~

is
through,

~

there’s
nothing

~

I
want

~

more

than

~

YOU!

~

©Robyn Lee

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And in the spirit of this special season,
I share with each of you a beloved
blessing written by John O’Donohue,
from his beautiful book:
Anam Cara
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 Love and Warmest Wishes
for a wonderful holiday,
and a new year rich with
Peace, Love, Health
and Joy!
~
Robyn Lee

For This Moment

Just
for
this
moment

~

our
eyes
lock

~

and
we
feel
peace;

~

We
promise
silently

~

to
be
still
together,

~

enveloped
in the
arms
of
nature;

~

 To
behold

~

the
gentle
beauty

~

that
is
you

~

that
is
me;

~

The
world
gets
quiet:

~

a
breath

~

a
gaze,

~

and
then

~

you
are
gone;

~

leaving
me

~

to
wonder

~

if
our
meeting

~

was
merely

~

a
dream.
~~~

©Robyn Lee


Walk With Me

Let’s take a walk
Come hold my
Hand

We’ll stroll along
Warm grains of
Sand;

Our toes sink in
And melt so
Deep

Smooth tumbled stones
Caress our
Feet;

We’ll step into
The breaking
Waves

Ionic breeze
Ignites our
Day;

And then you’ll stop
To stroke my
Hair

I’ll find your eyes
And hold the
Stare;

You’ll offer me a
Pink sea
Shell

I’ll hear the
Echoed truths it
Tells;

And when we reach
Our resting
Space

I’ll beg to kiss
Your salty
Face.

©Robyn Lee


Free Spirit

Angelic child
Beckons me;
Soft sweet smiles
Aura: gold and free.

With reckless abandon
She skips through dirt piles;
Lips stained chocolate
Wispy wind-blown hairstyle.

Something pure
Yet something wise;
Her sun shines down hope
As she swings through the sky.

~~~
©Robyn Lee


Classic Joy

In that pure perfect zone
Excited and free,

Wet luscious sand
Meets a vibrating sea;

Senses are flowing
Sights, textures, and sound,

 As he makes his great mark,
In God’s timeless
playground.
~~~~

 Robyn Lee


Shadow Lover


Take me to the green in you

The secret valley beneath the sun

Hidden behind the whispering ghosts

Of whom you pretend to be

Open up your mossy arms

So I may open mine

And wrap all limbs round your spirit wide

To exist as half no more

Bring me to your mossy floor

Beneath the shadows of your fear

A raven bride in white

A ladder to your soul

Fold down your branches

Peel open your chocolate bark

So I may pour

As liquid amber

Through your very veins

——————
by, Sam Craft

I am thrilled to share this collaborative project with you today. Special thanks to Sam of of  Everyday Asperger’s, who penned this stunning piece entitled The Raven Bride in White at the most perfect time to accompany my beloved shadow image.

Hope you enjoyed!

Much Love ~ Robyn Lee



Prayer

“Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul.
It is daily admission of one’s weakness.
It is better in prayer to have a heart without words,
than words without heart.”

~ Mahatma Gandhi


Joyous Surrender (a sequel)

“And when the mind finds its perfect state of joy,
the whole universe plays along.”

~ Robyn Lee

As a sequel to my earlier post Stillness, wanted to share this shot of a happy child, one of the few souls who remained on the beach as the storm approached Sunday.  He seemed to be immersed in fun… and suppose it’s a good thing that lonesome lifeguard stuck around after all!! 😉

~RL


Puerility

almighty Tree
watch over me
hold me secure
guard puerility’s door

~Robyn Lee


Take Hold

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes.We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.

~Sylvia Plath 



Story: The Wishing Well ~Tom Thumb

As a companion to my post Fulfill « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS today, wanted to share this charming little story I stumbled upon as I  pondered the deeper meaning of  “wishing wells”~ made me smile.   You can also listen to an audio version of this tale here at, The Story of the Wishing Well | Stories of Tom Thumb 

Enjoy, and have a great day! ~ RL

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Before the world was mapped there were many more places you could go. The only borders were the natural ones – impassable mountains, violent oceans, treacherous swamps and… the limits of your imagination.

These days, of course, we live in a world that has been mapped and measured, examined and explained. We know where everything is, how long it’s been there and how long it will last.

But it was not always so. Once – and it may well still be true for those with particularly strong imaginations – you had only to dream of a place to be sure that it existed somewhere. The world was but a mirror of your mind.

One such place was the Wishing Well. It didn’t look like anything special, just an ordinary stone well with a wooden bucket in the middle of a field. But drop the bucket down into the Wishing Well and it came up full, frothing and bubbling with your deepest desire. Childless women came to the Well and pulled up a bucket with a new born babe inside and many were the musicians and philosophers who came to drink deeply of a draught of Inspiration.

But though few saw it in their excitement of finding the Well, a carved on the rim of the stone well were six word of warnings; an old curse.

May all your wishes be granted

Take those who came seeking riches, for instance – pulling up a bucket of gold they discovered their treasure was too heavy to carry. Their skeletons were sometimes found resting upon their riches, teethmarks left behind on their gold coins.

The brokenhearted, too, came to the Wishing Well, desiring only to forget. But after drinking deep from the Well, they forgot not only the name of their Beloved but also their names, origins and professions, condemned to wander the world for the rest of their lives like aimless ghosts.

It was said that the Wishing Well was only ever found by those who believed they would find it. No sooner had they emptied the bucket of their wishes then the Well would vanish and reappear somewhere else.

So it was perhaps ironic that the last person to find the Wishing Well was one of the rare souls who wanted nothing at all. His home was wherever he lay his head to sleep that night and, owning no more than the clothes on his back, he was grateful that he had nothing to carry. His friends were the people he happened to meet as he walked the earth and he traveled wherever the winds blew him – until one day when a mischievous gust nudged him into a large open field with a stone well in the middle.

It was a hot day so he walked up to the well to slake his thirst and lowered the bucket to pull himself a drink of water. The rope seemed creaky and reluctant though and when it came up too light to have filled, he expected to find holes in the bottom of the bucket. Instead there was a folded note. Opening it he read:

Are you sure?

Scratching his head he suddenly saw the words carved into the stone rim and all at once he understood where he was and broke into hearty laughter. What on earth could he wish for? He needed new shoes, it was true – but the ones he wore were so comfy now that his feet were used to them. He could do with something to eat but he was willing to bet there were berries in season in the forest. He briefly considered asking for a new razor as the one he had was going quite rusty – but it seemed a waste of a wish and he rather fancied himself with a beard anyway.

It struck him as a little sad that so many people would have given their little finger to be where he stood and yet he couldn’t think what to wish for. Then inspiration struck and he lowered the bucket, chuckling as he dunked it in the water below and pulled up a load of…dynamite. Striking a match on the stubble of his chin, he lit the fuse and, as he let the bucket fall, he ran away as fast as his legs would carry him.

A loud explosion from behind sent him sprawling flat on his face and suddenly the air filled with a cacophony of sound; elephants blowing their trumpets mixed with the sound of roaring locomotives and a New Orleans jazz band. He raised his head to see all the water from the Well shooting up in the air in an impossible collage of images – flamingos performed ballet upon the back of an enormous sunburned whale, polar bears kissed passionately in tuxedos and telephone boxes argued furiously about whether there was such a thing as free will…

And then it was all gone. The water of the Wishing Well evaporated into the sky and mingled with the clouds. A sharp breeze came along and in no time the clouds were dispersed far and wide across the planet.

Which is why, if you ever want a wish to come true, all you have to do is take a walk in the rain, stick out your tongue and maybe, just maybe, you’ll catch a drop from the Wishing Well.


Collective Dreams

Dreams and prayers of an entire universe, all woven
into 
an ethereal blanket of gold.

~Robyn Lee

please visit Golden Threads ~ by David Whitman « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS, to read an enchanting poem inspired by this photo


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