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From Little Acorns

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Open your Eyes By Malcolm Bradshaw

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Sunrise. – Promote Yourself

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As the sun rose above the tree tops ‘ a slither of light shining down like a beam though the leaves’ I thought to myself  that’s the most beautiful sunrise I ever seen.
I open the curtains and walk through the door onto the balcony’ to see this wonderious colours of the early morning sunrise.
With coffee in my hand ‘ I sit quietly to enjoy this glorious morning.
I look back over to my lake’ as its to the bottom of my balcony’ to see the waters glissering in the early morning sun.
As I turn walk back in ‘ I hear a tiny noise ‘ I walk back over to the balcony I see tiny little animals drinking from my lake’ there’s nothing more perfect than that’ nature at its best.
The world around us is fast and loud ‘ seeing all this just makes you feel proud.

Patricia bourne WordPress 2014.

CITY MORN – Promote Yourself

Breathe In and Breathe Out – Promote Yourself

 

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Feel the calmness descend around you.

 

Breathe in and breathe out.

Feel the worries leave you.

 

Breathe in and breathe out

You are the vehicle of love. 

You are the solution. 

You are the healer. 

Step up to the task. 

Believe in yourself and love.

 

Breathe in and breathe out. 

Breathe in and breathe out. 

Breathe in and breathe out.

 

Feel the connection begin to grow in strength

Between you and the All.

 

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Celine Koropchak

USA

Retired medical researcher, blueberry farmer and author of One With All of Thee: Growing Your Spiritual Connection

BLISSFUL TORMENT. – Promote Yourself

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Sweet brown skin, the colour of chocolate,

And I was drowning in the sweetness.
Scouring eyes that painfully unveiled my naked soul,
And I was too lost in their intensity to notice the hurt.
Bright smile, charmingly deceptive.
I swear to you, it tactfully obscured jagged teeth that tore my heart to pieces.
Soft hands like mother’s heart,
I let my own be engulfed by their delicate touch,
But they grew claws that shredded all my dreams.

You set fire to my bones,
And I revelled in this calamity.
You poisoned my blood with delicious promises,
And all I could do was intoxicate myself to the point of destruction.
One touch and the tough shell encasing my soul shattered
And every time I attempted to pick up the pieces,
I cut myself on all the jagged shards.
You unlocked a vulnerability I never thought I possessed.
You broke and bruised me.
And I attempted to heal and conceal.
You unfastened and I confined.

We were at war and your weaponry was far superior to mine.
So I surrendered and you devoured on my flesh.
This wasn’t love
This was sweet chaos.
The kind that kept me breathlessly infatuated,
And left me fiercely traumatized.
It was the type of chaos
That left my soul satisfied but at the same time desperately hungry for more.

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