Into The Woods
Wandering … aimlessly
Reaching … trustingly
Sinking … intently
Hiding … cautiously
My Mother’s Light
Just as the magnificent sun shines high in the sky,
my Mother’s light illuminates the heart of each
soul who is so blessed to know her smile,
her kindness, her radiance…her Love.
Happy Birthday Mom;
I Love you Always!
The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word “Mother,”
and the most beautiful call is the call of “My mother.”
It is a word full of hope and love, a sweet and kind word
coming from the depths of the heart.
The mother is everything– she is our
consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery,
and our strength in weakness.
She is the source of love, mercy,
Everything in nature bespeaks the mother.
The sun is the mother of earth and gives it its nourishment of heart;
it never leaves the universe at night until it has put the earth to sleep
to the song of the sea and the hymn of birds and brooks.
And this earth is the mother of trees and flowers.
It produces them, nurses them, and weans them.
The trees and flowers become kind mothers
of their great fruits and seeds.
And the mother,
the prototype of all existence,
is the eternal spirit,
full of beauty and love.
Ladder To The Sun
I found a ladder
To the sun;
One step at a time
That’s all it takes,
Join our caravan
We’ll travel above
Silk purple skies
Our path of night
Lit up by stars,
Full and proud.
We’ll sleep in beds of
Puffy white, while
They’ll protect us
From those gusty winds,
And shelter us from
So follow me
One by one;
For each step we take,
Each wish we make
Means our journey
Click here if you would like to see
Robyn Lee’s Own Little Sun-Climbers 15 years ago
Miracle Of Blue
Like blue stars
They wait, anticipating your
craving for their
juice of indigo,
So they may
buds of your
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
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
“There is a coherence in things,
a stability; something is immune from change
and shines out…in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral,
like a ruby. ”
~Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
It is my pleasure to share this enchanting poem (below) which was
inspired by my post last week, Collective Dreams « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS ,
and written by David Whitman of Thoughts from the Outdoors.
Warm Thanks to David for honoring
my photo with his spectacular words!
~ Robyn Lee
And she spun the golden threads, dripping from the sun like shimmering jewels…
Silkenly falling refracting and twirling the lights like two rainbows mixed in a loving embrace…
Spiraling down, down down til the ground and trees dripped in emerald and vibrant sapphires…
This is the power of the solar god and a gentle god is she…
The sun went on glowing…
sinking and falling only to rise and shine again…
The empty homes along the shore,
sit and watch their own front doors.
They know it’s spring and soon to come,
are summer dwellers, waves and fun.
Their peaceful life upon the sand,
will be transformed into party-land.
With music, grills and games galore,
their quiet life will be no more.
please carry me
through the tide shifts of my life.
Wind utters my
Bay sings softly,
by~ Robyn Lee
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