Tag Archives: spiritual poetry

The Hummingbird’s Visit #YogaPoetry

While sitting on the porch this afternoon, I had a visit from the resident hummingbird and found myself pulled into the stillness of the present to bear witness to life. While it is all too  easy to try to take … Continue reading

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Is the struggle real? #YogaPoetry

Beautiful things happen when you enter the space of infinite becoming where each aspect of the self unfurls its petals to the stillness contained within in soft waves of light you are birthed whole to all that you are and … Continue reading

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#Decisions #WritePhoto #SueVincent

Four directions mark the way of the living feet Points on a compass as old as the cross that divides and joins them our marker of death We remember Jesus as a son of God splayed in four directions for … Continue reading

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#Threshold #WritePhoto #SueVincent #Poetry

You stand upon the threshold of self when the eyes outside look inward past the outer and all its beauty and decay Light plays tricks with shadows until they are explored through the pathways of your own labyrinth, discovering you … Continue reading

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#Bright Light #SueVincent #WritePhoto

Blue Beyond Take me through The well of the throat So that I might drink full The waters of life. Replenish light Bright. Oh, so bright. The brilliance of A supernova exploding the universe inside Of me. To know love … Continue reading

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#Rift #WritePhoto #SueVincent

The rift began long before the stones held our memories You might say it began before time when light divided darkness. Or did darkness divide light? There is a rift that runs through the human brain creating the left v. … Continue reading

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England’s Messengers #poetry

  I have been thinking about the bee and bear one guarding, one circling a hidden chamber pointing to the vast womb open always to receive Meg’s eye pulling inward red, like the rise of the serpent The blindfolded girl … Continue reading

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