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I am a wild woman
I know, in spite of myself
and in spite of what I've been told
that there's beauty in every age
no matter how old
I am a wild woman
I've learned what it means to be a life bearer
to bear children
to create art
to plant seeds of love
I am a wild woman
from the depths of the dirt underneath my fingernails
to the height of my very soul
I am one with the Earth
the winds from the four directions whisper through my skin
I am a wild woman
and the spirit of every wild woman coalesces in me
for we are each wild women
and we are all the spirit of the wild woman
I will follow the voice in my heart
I am a wild woman
I sing from my heart
I dance with the stars
I howl at the moon
I love uncontrollably
I am a wild woman
from the deepest, darkest, most sacred part of me
I am fearless
I cry in strength
I open my arms to the sky and welcome the rain
I am a wild woman
I nurture, love and protect
I stand, strongly, silently, sweetly for my brothers
I walk dutifully, prayerfully, joyfully upon the mother
and I will not be stopped for
I am a wild woman.
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In my heart lies a crystal vase with 5 roses
Five roses all for you
With five different colors
All to show you what you mean to me!
The FIRST rose is the yellow rose
The yellow rose is the rose for you from me
To let you know you’re my friend, my best friend
That is a way to show you I’ll be always there for you!
The SECOND rose is the blue rose, the blue rose is to show you
With all my heart what you mean to me
With this rose I show you
There is no battle that I won’t fight for you, there is no ocean big
enough that can separate my love from you.
There is no mountain high enough that I can’t climb for you
With this rose is the beginning of my love for you!
The THIRD rose is the white rose
Within this rose lies all the love & respect I have for you
All the caring, all the loving I will give to you
This rose shows you how you should be treated
I will always romance your heart just to see you smile
like an Angel!
The FOURTH rose is the red rose
With this rose I show you
All the passion that lies in my heart
All the tenderness I have towards you
All the love that I will show you each time
I have and can!
The FIFTH rose has no color
A rose that is undying
A rose that you can see through
A rose so pure and true
That all that lies in it is you
Yes this rose is a transparent rose
With this rose I show you all that I am
With this rose I show you I have nothing to hide
Here you can see your reflection that lies in my heart!
And there is no way that these roses will die as long as
your love is the water that keeps them alive! )♥(
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I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.
At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.
As I embrace slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.
I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
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In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song - a song that lives
in the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
but not upon my lips.
How can I sigh it? I fear it may
mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
in the house of my soul, in fear of
harsh ears.
It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.
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Making your mark in the world is hard.
If it were easy everybody would do it.
But its not. It takes persistence &
commitment and it comes with plenty of
failure along the way. The real test is
not whether you avoid this failure,
because you won´t, its whether you let
it harden or shame you into inaction
or whether you learn from it and
choose to persevere.
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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.
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My heart is a symphony of song
A passage scribed, and how I long
A moment’s breath caught in time
And I find myself caught in rhyme
Shakespearian, whispers echo tears
Solemn passage held amongst my fears
To hear the concerto within my heart
Depth within a silhouette, thou art
Am I in search of deeper feelings?
Sense of love and pure meaning
Heaven knows, the thoughts that I must endure
Sense of worth, at least my heart is pure
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The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows!
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As I Live Each Day, May I Do My Part, To Make A Difference
And Touch One Heart. Each Day It is My Goal To Bring
Smiles & Laughter Into A Soul.
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I am the old dreamer who never sleeps
I am timekeeper of the timeless dance
I preserve the long rhythms of the earth
and fertilize the rounds of desire
In my evergreen arboretum
I raise flowering hopes for the world
I plant seeds of perennial affection
and wait for their passionate bloom
Would you welcome that sight if you saw it?
Revalue the view you have lost?
Could you wake to the innocent morning
and follow the risks of your heart?
Every day I grow a dream in my garden
where the beds are laid out for love
When will you come to embrace it
and join in the joy of the dance?
(j.b)
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"The soul of a woman is the masterpiece of creation"
(Confucius)
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