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Dance Terri
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My Dance
04/01/03 |
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Within my heart, our friendship dances,
As if there are stepping stones guiding my every step
Your ocean is my meadow, my prairie is your beach
And yet...dreams of moments shared give lift to my flight,
And lead me not to wonder
Why my heart soars with magical freedom,
As if I have sweetly discovered some precious window
That defies all logic and wisdom
The feeling, like that of returning to the ocean
Comforts me when you are not here
If time should overcome,
I will return to the sounds of my heart beating
With words you have laid down upon my spirit
Like waves rhythmically caressing the shoreline,
Making smooth with gentle hands,
The sandy ridges become smooth and silken -
Glistening, as does the sunlight
That comes again and again to embrace me
With a dance...Our friendship
Within my heart...our friendship dances
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September Sunflowers
04/07/03 |
To this glorious September morn'!
Everywhere, their goldenrod shines!
In fields, like ocean they seem to wave
By roadside, as if spectators to parade
Wild they are, seeds spread by wind and rain
Such joy in passing, they always bring
Hope, in the colors of a season, they precede
Oh September, your sunflowers -
Radiant, Earthy, Sensuous wonders they play!
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Let Me Dance...With The Night
D04/16/03
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Come, fill my heart
with songs
so to dance with this night
Whisper to me
in the silence
words of encouragement
Fill my mind
with hunger,
burning desire for You
Let me search,
search myself
for that place, the place within
Let me lose
outside forces,
forces that move me in wrong directions
Fill my soul
with laughter
with joy of the night, with joy for tomorrow
Let me dance!
Let me dance!
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Giant Blue Canvas
07/06/03 |
The sky has drawings in her today
Like a giant blue canvas, chalkboard of sort;
The cotton balls drifting past, fast
Not changing shapes, just drifting in clumps;
Airplanes leave behind trailing lines, so fine
Then expand into rippled ribbon and stay;
Up higher and beyond are patches of cover
Thin, transparent, sometimes in wisps;
It's funny these markings in the sky
Chaotic, sporadic -- no reason, no rhyme;
It's like more than one artist at work
Individual ideas, creations and moods
Crossing, ignoring, completely unique;
Somehow, it all makes sense to me...
Her drawings reflect, as if mirrored
The thousand directions in me today
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The Night Beckons To Dance
07/25/03
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All is quiet at the end of day
The silence of night beckons to play
Where heart opens up in stream
Where soul replenishes its dream
Breathe deep, release, follow the breath
All that's uneasy will find a death
Be still, relax, bring spirit to dance
The body reacts when given this chance
All is so quiet at the end of day
The silence is golden...
And it beckons to play
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