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Embody

 

A
Fantasy

.

you
are

to
me;

~

A
Lover

.

who
won’t
cease

to
be;

~

A
Song

.

of

summer
reverie;

~

A
Prayer

.

that
grants
my

wistful
plea.

~

A
Dream

.

immersed
in

ecstasy;

~

Forever

~

You

~

Embody

Me.

~

©Robyn Lee

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El Arte De Amor

Tracing
a
path

~

to
the
secret
enclave,

~

deep
within

her
pensive
soul;

~

Traversing
slowly

through

exotic
terrain,

~

He
navigates

the

fluent
contours

~

of
her

exquisite
architecture;

~

Accentuating

her
sheer
radiance

~

with
vibrant
hues

~

and
gentle
strokes;

~

Creating

light
and
space

~

and
hope

~

within
the
delicate
recesses

~

of
her

unspoken
dreams.

……….

And
then,

~

for
just a
brief
moment,

~

he
stills

his
beloved
brush,

~

whispers
a
prayer,

~

and
tenderly

~

paints

her
heart.

~

©Robyn Lee

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The lovely young woman featured in this image is  My Butterfly  at The Alcázare of Seville (Spanish “Reales Alcázares de Sevilla” or “Royal Alcazars of Seville” ).  Alcazars is a royal palace in Seville, Spain.  Originally a Moorish fort, It is the oldest royal palace still in use in Europe.


Vision Quest

Swept away
on
a
Vision Quest

 ~

In
The midst
of
a
Whirlwind

~

My
Rite
of
Passage

~

Delivers
me
Safely

~

To
a
Cherished
Space

~

Nature’s
Purest
Place

~

Where

~

Buried
Deep

~

Under
Golden
Grains

~

I
find
a
Treasure

~

My Lens;

~~~

Standing
Alone

~

Secure
in
Wet
Sand

~

I
Look
Through

~

And
Within

~

Seeing
From
New eyes

~

Magnified
Truth

~

Empowered
Presence

~

Illuminated
Self;

~

My
Eyes relax

and

~

Focus
Converges

on

~

All that
is
Love

~

All that
is
Me;

~

Blinded

~

From
Fear

~~

Shielded

~

From
Pain

~~

My Lens

~

Exposes

~

That
Which is
Real

~

That
Which is
Illusion

~

Altering

My
Vision

~

Eternally

~~~

©Robyn Lee

 My first nature excursion in about 6 weeks!

On Friday at 4 pm I had an enchanting encounter with the sea.

A healing moment indeed.

Thanks to each of you for being so incredibly loving and supportive,
and sending me such passionate healing energies as I continue my journey.
I know they hold great power, and I love you all for the special souls you are.

~Robyn Lee


A Prayer

Dear God,
Let us see that
we are all connected,
and that Love is the pivotal
universal truth we must embrace to
ensure peace and collective wellbeing
during our brief stay here on planet Earth.

~Amen~

©Robyn Lee

In memory and dedication to those whose precious lives
were lost or damaged in the recent Colorado tragedy

Shooting victims remembered
Aurora, Colorado Shooting: Victims Remembered | Video – ABC News

 The touching post by fellow blogger, Jeannie, which provided inspiration for my prayer today
Colorado’s dark night… « The Writernubbin

 


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


Transcendent Shadow

In the still night

Holding stable

Atop white sandy dunes

I lift my head in prayer.

Hearing the moon’s call, I

Submit to the pleas of my own

Desperate breath.

~~~

A warm salt breeze

Strokes my forehead

Gently urging my eyelids to close;

And quietly, I slip away from

~~~

What is real

What is earthly

What is pain.

~~~

Swiftly transported through

Space and time;

Lifted lovingly onto the wings of

Incandescent stars,

I transcend.

~~~

Spinning fervently

Whirling and turning, round and round

like a Dervish;

Finally, I penetrate a solid

Wall of mirrored glass and,

I am welcomed.

~~~

Without thought

Without words

Without pain,

I enter.

~~~

Here

Where my body

Is weightless and free;

And movement, effortless.

~~~

Here

Without bondage

Without boundary

Without pain.

~~~

Here

Where My dreams

Dance freely,

Held in the safe embrace of

 Blissful crystal waters;

~~~

And

Where my heart beats in

Perfect sync with the

Rhythmic tides of

My truth.

~

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


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

~~~~

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.


Fulfill

“Wishing is something the heart invented to launch our
sleeping desires into conscious awareness;
Only from there, may they
 be fulfilled.”

~Robyn Lee

click here to read/listen to a charming little tale:  Story: The Wishing Well ~Tom Thumb « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS


I Want To Know


It doesn’t interest me if there is one God
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
abandoned.
If you know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eyes
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living
falling toward
the center of your longing. I want to know
if you are willing
to live, day by day, with the consequence of love
and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have been told, in that fierce embrace, even
the gods speak of God.

~David Whyte

This poem entitled, Self Portrait was written by David Whyte, and is an excerpt from his book
Fire In The Earth. It resonated with me as I reflected upon my feature image today, which portrays my own shadow during a visit to the woods, where I often go to contemplate life’s hard questions. Hope you enjoyed.  

Much Love ~ RL

 Click here to read an interesting analysis of Whyte’s poem:
Analysis of “Self-Portrait” « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS



Release

“Often the only way to receive the answer
is to release the question.”

~Robyn Lee


Work

“The highest reward for a person’s toil is not what they get for it, but what they become by it.”

~ John Ruskin