i turned onto the narrow path leaves mixed with snow beneath my feet and smiled the earth so near to me here so dear so open and kind though frozen for now the tree standing unstrong but upright holding on to a force from within i breathe and look up the sky is blue aContinue reading “walking home”
Author Archives: Sara Shani
My Soul Man
I know him intimately well, have been looking for him all my life. Now we’re close, I can sense it, to finally meet, again. Him and I. No. Him and i, equals, partners completing, expanding, enhancing, supporting each other in every way. I believe, our time has come. Don’t you? Preparing to be married forContinue reading “My Soul Man”
I wonder
what might be, will be, tomorrow? The day of rest for me. war? It already is. peace? It too already is. What? Where? Is this relative? No. It isn’t relative or dependent on anything. All is, always has been. Our perception of it changes, just like the moon waxes and wanes, sometimes we don’t seeContinue reading “I wonder”
New old me
Everything is different now; Where sadness reigned, joy stepped in its place. Where doubt was creeping around, trust made light. Where tears were common place, dance, song and music plays. Oh, how long ago it seems! How lovely of a gift, of gifts! Diamonds will never measure up! How grateful I’ve become and am forContinue reading “New old me”
Life, death, a dialogue
I wish… What? I could change people’s minds, help them see the bigger picture, the one even I can’t see but know is there, the one that I believe, if everyone knew, would cause us to recognize how we’re all connected and one. That time is not yet here. I know and am sorry toContinue reading “Life, death, a dialogue”
A feather
She gave me a feather. My sense is, it was intended for writing. Laid in a beautiful and old, simply carved wooden box it was. On her face a smile, so warm, so trusting, so knowing that i would know what to do with it. That i would understand the mystery and use it. WhatContinue reading “A feather”
Breaking free!
From my own rivers of thinking, conditioned over 52 years, believing, seeing, perceiving my world, my way The shackles of my mind or is it in my mind? Who cares!? Stickler! See, what I mean? Shackles It takes time to write a post and I don’t have enough right now Shackles You need a theme!Continue reading “Breaking free!”
high in the sky
where the clouds glide high in the sky where the birds fly high in the sky where the butterfly spreads its wings high in the sky where the airplane leaves its line high in the sky where darkness expands
Breathless soul
In honor of all whose breaths fed and keep feeding my soul. Thank you!
Diversity
Immediately my mind judges; Good! Wait! Not so fast, mind bot! Not so fast! Let’s look, let’s smell, let’s listen and explore a little first!
conversations@play 