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Into The Woods

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Wandering … aimlessly

Venturing
into the
heart

of
your

evergreen
wood.

~

Reaching … trustingly

Taking
firm
hold

of
your

long
fibrous
branches

~

Sinking … intently

Grounding
myself;

 Entwined
in
the
labyrinth

of
your

deep
faithful
roots

~

Hiding … cautiously

Seeking
shelter

beneath
the dense
brush

of
your

vast
eternal
strength;

~

Until

at
last

~

you
whisper

my
name

~

and
breathe
me

full

~

of

pure
pine
essence;

~

Transforming
conscious
being

and

~

Flooding
my
soul

with

~

Light.

~

©Robyn Lee


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!
Robyn Lee

The Mother
~Kahlil Gibran

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,
sympathy,and forgiveness….

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.


The Finale

The time has
Come.

She
Composes
Herself

After a long
Gratifying
Day,

Slowly
Spiraling
Down

to
Commence

The Grand
Finale

of

Yet
Another

Stellar
Performance.

~

He
Waits

Beneath
the
Dimly
Lit

Golden
Sky

Anticipating
Her

Glorious
Descent,

Longing
For

The
Moment

He’s
Envisioned

All
Day.

~

The
Moment

She gracefully
Dips into
His

Fluid
Embrace;

~

The
Moment

She
Glides

Atop
the
Moist
Ripples

of
His

Unyielding
Crests;

~

The
Moment

He
Sizzles,

Feeling
the

Impassioned
Electric
Charge

of

Her
Heart’s
Fiery rays;

~

And

The
Moment

She Sets

Herself
Down
Tenderly

Over
His

Strong
Exhilarated
Body.

~
But
~

He
Reminds
Himself that

This
Ecstatic
Moment

Will be
Brief,

 And then
Without warning

She will
Mysteriously
Vanish;

Fading

Into
Pure
Nothingness,

Disappearing

Below
Dusk’s
Horizon,

 Beyond the
Sheer
Curtain

of

Night’s
Darkness,

Leaving behind
Only

Her

Faint
Glow

Warm
Mist

Radiant
Memory.

 ~

And he will
Harbor

This
Memory

Deep

Within
His
Core,

Breathing

Her
Luminous
Energy

In
and
Out

All
Night long

~

Secure
In the
Knowing

That with
Tomorrow’s
Dawn

~

She will

Shine

Upon
Him

Once More.

~~~

©Robyn Lee


Ladder To The Sun

Follow me
Follow me
I found a ladder
To the sun;

One step at a time
That’s all it takes,
Join our caravan
Of fun.
~~~

We’ll travel above
Silk purple skies
Our chariots,
The clouds;

Our path of night
Lit up by stars,
Moon beaming
Full and proud.
~~~

We’ll sleep in beds of
Puffy white, while
Sun gods
Keep us
Warm;

They’ll protect us
From those gusty winds,
And shelter us from
Storms.
~~~

So follow me
It’s single-file
Climb upward
One by one;

For each step we take,
Each wish we make
Means our journey
Has begun.
~~~

©Robyn Lee

~~~

Click here if you would like to see
Robyn Lee’s Own Little Sun-Climbers 15 years ago 


Miracle Of Blue

Like blue stars
clustered together

before a
glistening gold
sun;

Water droplets
cling
lightly to
smooth, powdery
skin.

They wait, anticipating your
craving 
for their
juice of indigo,
and 
bittersweet
flesh,

So they may
blissfully
grace the
buds of your
taste.

©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



Permanence

“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


Golden Threads

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…

Nodding agreeably…

The sun went on glowing…

sinking and falling only to rise and shine again…


Pre-Season

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.

You may also enjoy this related post (link below)
which was shot this past winter


Tides

Sun-kissed sea,
please carry me
through the tide shifts of my life.

~Robyn Lee


Invitation




Wind utters my
name

Bay sings softly,
an aria

Sunbeam kisses
my cheek

Clouds whisper:
Come in

by~ Robyn Lee

                                         

Resilience

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