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    • True North ๐Ÿงญ ๐ŸŒน

      Posted at 4:18 pm by Lisa K, on September 29, 2019

      ๐‘ญ๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’‚๐’”๐’”,

      ย ๐‘ต๐’๐’• ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„ ๐’“๐’๐’”๐’†,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’Š๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’Š๐’๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’†๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’๐’˜๐’”.

      .

      ๐‘พ๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’‡๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†,

      ๐‘จ๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’”๐’†๐’‚ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’”๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’‰ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’“๐’,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’†๐’–๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‡๐’–๐’๐’๐’š,

      ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’˜.

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      ๐‘ถ๐’ƒ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’†๐’๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’…๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”,

      ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„ ๐’„๐’–๐’“๐’“๐’†๐’๐’•๐’” ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‘,

      ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’“๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ ๐’Ž๐’†,

      ๐‘บ๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’….

      .

      ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’“๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•,

      ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’† ๐’๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’…๐’“๐’‚๐’˜๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’š๐’† ๐’•๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’š,

      ๐‘บ๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’…๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’–๐’“๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’š๐’๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’š.

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      ๐‘ฉ๐’š: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

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      Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | 6 Comments | Tagged art, beautyoflife, belove, Creativewriting, energy, expressyourself, innervoice, inspiration, life, listenwithin, love, makeart, poems, Poetry, truenorth, writing, Yogaart
    • Rแด‡แด€แด…ส แด›แด แดกแด€สŸแด‹ ษชษด๐Ÿ’ซ

      Posted at 12:58 am by Lisa K, on August 1, 2019

      Sแด›แด€ษดแด…ษชษดษข วซแดœษชแด‡แด›สŸส ษชษด แด›สœแด‡ แด…แดแดส€แดกแด€ส,

      Iแด› สœแด€s แด›แด€แด‹แด‡ษด sแด สŸแดษดษข า“แดส€ ษชแด› แด›แด แด€แด˜แด˜แด‡แด€ส€,

      Sแด แด‡ษดแด›ษชแด„ษชษดษขสŸส ษชแด› แด€sแด‹s แดแด‡ แด›แด แด‡ษดแด›แด‡ส€,

      Aษดแด… สแด‡แด› ษช แด˜แด€แดœsแด‡ ส™แด‡า“แดส€แด‡ ษช แดกแด€สŸแด‹ ษชษด.

       

      Sแด แดแดœแด„สœ แด‡า“า“แดส€แด› สœแด€s ษขษชแด แด‡ษด แดกแด€ส แด›แด แด›สœษชs แดแด˜แด‡ษดษชษดษข,

      I แด„แด€ษด’แด› แด‡แด แด‡ษด แด˜แดœแด› ษชษดแด›แด แดกแดส€แด…s แดกสœแด€แด› ษช สœแด€แด แด‡ า“แด‡สŸแด›,

      I แดกส€ษชแด›แด‡ แด…แดแดกษด แดกสœแด€แด› ษช แด„แด€ษด แด…แด‡sแด„ส€ษชส™แด‡,

      Oา“ แดกสœแด€แด› ษช แด›ส€ส แด›แด แด…แด‡แด„แดแดแด˜ส€แด‡ss.

       

      Jแดœsแด› แดกสœแด‡ษด ษช แด›สœแดแดœษขสœแด› ษช แด„แดแดœสŸแด…ษด’แด› แดแดแด แด‡,

      I า“แด‡สŸแด› ส™แดแดœษดแด… แด€ษดแด… ษชส€แดษดแด„สŸแด€แด…,

      I sแด€แดก แด›สœแด€แด› แด„ส€แด€แด„แด‹ แดา“ แด€ษด แดแด˜แด‡ษดษชษดษข,

      Iแด› แดแด˜แด‡ษดแด‡แด… แดœแด˜ ส™แด‡า“แดส€แด‡ ษช แด‹ษดแด‡แดก ษช สœแด€แด….

       

      Tสœแด‡ แด แด€sแด› า“แด‡แด‡สŸษชษดษข แดา“ แด›สœแด€แด› แด›ษชษดส sแด˜แด€แด„แด‡,

      Iแด› sแด‡แด‡แดs แด›สœแด‡ แดกแดส€แด‹ สœแด€s ษขส€แด€ษดแด›แด‡แด… ษขส€แด€แด„แด‡,

      I แด…แดษด’แด› แด‹ษดแดแดก สœแดแดก สŸแดษดษข ษชแด› แดกษชสŸสŸ sแด›แด€ส,

      Sแด แด›สœแด‡ส€แด‡ ษชs แดŠแดœsแด› ษดแด แด›ษชแดแด‡ แด›แด แดกแด€sแด›แด‡.

       

      Eแด€แด„สœ แดแดแดแด‡ษดแด› ษชs แด€ ษขษชา“แด› ษชษด แด›ษชแดแด‡,

      I ส™ส€แด‡แด€แด›สœแด‡ แด…แด‡แด‡แด˜สŸส แด€s ษช แดแดแด แด‡,

      Cแด€ส€แด‡า“แดœสŸสŸส า“แด‡แด‡สŸษชษดษข า“แดส€ แดกสœแด€แด› แด„แดแดแด‡s แดœแด˜,

      Tสœแด‡ แด˜แด€ษชษด สœแด€s สœแด€แด… sแดแดแด‡แด›สœษชษดษข แด›แด แด˜ส€แดแด แด‡.

       

      Sแดœแด„สœ sแดา“แด›ษดแด‡ss ษดแดแดก ส€แดแดœษดแด…s ส€แดแดœษขสœ แด‡แด…ษขแด‡s,

      A แดแด‡แด›แด€แด˜สœแดส€ า“แดส€ แดกสœแด€แด› ษชs สŸษชา“แด‡,

      I สŸแด‡แด› ษชแด› า“สŸแดแดก แด…แดแดกษด แด›สœส€แดแดœษขสœ แดส ส™แด‡ษชษดษข,

      Tสœแด‡ส€แด‡ ษชs sแด แดแดœแด„สœ แดกแด€ส€แดแด›สœ แดกสœแด‡ส€แด‡ แด›สœแด‡ส€แด‡ แดกแด€s ษชแด„แด‡.

       

      Fแด‡แด‡สŸษชษดษข า“ส€แด‡แด‡ ษชs แด€ ษขส€แด‡แด€แด› แด˜สŸแด€แด„แด‡ แด›แด ส™แด‡,

      Hแดแดก สŸแดษดษข ษชแด› แดกษชสŸสŸ สŸแด€sแด› ษช แด…แด ษดแดแด› แด‹ษดแดแดก,

      Sแด ษช สŸแด‡แด› ษชแด› า“ษชสŸสŸ แดส สœแด‡แด€ส€แด› แด€ษดแด… sแดแดœสŸ,

      Tสœแด‡ส€แด‡ ษชs ษดแด แดกสœแด‡ส€แด‡ แด‡สŸsแด‡ ษช ษดแด‡แด‡แด… แด›แด ษขแด.

       

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    • From the Ashes๐Ÿ”ฅ

      Posted at 12:30 am by Lisa K, on June 29, 2019

      ๐™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐˜ผ๐™จ๐™๐™š๐™จ

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™จ ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ,

      ๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ก๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ,

      ๐™Ž๐™ค ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ฎ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ฅ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ?

      ๐™„๐™ฉโ€™๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™ž๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

       

      ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™›๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ,

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™—๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™œ๐™ง๐™–๐™จ๐™ฅ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™ง ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ,

      ๐™„๐™ฉโ€™๐™จ ๐™—๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™š๐™™ ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ,

      ๐™๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™–๐™˜๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™™๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.

       

      ๐˜พ๐™ก๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™—๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™™๐™š๐™š๐™ฅ,

      ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™ค๐™›๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™๐™ฎ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ข ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™จ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ,

      ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™–๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™ž๐™–๐™ง ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ,

      ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™–๐™˜๐™  ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™› ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ.

       

      ๐™๐™ค ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ,

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™› ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š,

      ๐™‡๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ, ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ก, ๐™—๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ,

      ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ช๐™ข๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™˜๐™ก๐™ž๐™ข๐™—,

       

      ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก, ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™›๐™ž๐™™๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ,

      ๐™๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ ๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™จ ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š ๐™š๐™–๐™จ๐™ฎ,

      ๐™Ž๐™–๐™™๐™ฃ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ช๐™—๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™ง ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š,

      ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™š๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™—๐™š๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ.

       

      ๐™‡๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ฅ๐™๐™ค๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ญ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™š ๐™—๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ,

      ๐™๐™š๐™—๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™–๐™จ๐™๐™š๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ง๐™š๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ข ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ช๐™กโ€™๐™จ ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ,

      ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ง๐™š๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™˜๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ,

      ๐˜ผ๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™›๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ.

       

       

      ๐“‘๐”‚: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

       

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    • How does change feel?

      Posted at 2:05 am by Lisa K, on September 9, 2018

      Hi friends,

      It has been a few months since I have shared a post with you, wow! Itโ€™s not that I havenโ€™t been writing, moreover that I have been busy with some changes!

      The funny thing about change, itโ€™s always there, it is really the one thing we can truly count on in life. And yet…it can cause a hurricane of emotion, dislike and even cause problems if we try to avoid it. ย I truly find that writing helps me to unbox and understand my thoughts and feelings and today I would like to share a poem with you about change. ย Moreover, after reading it, I would be very interested to know your thoughts on change as well.

      How does change feel?

      One day it may be sunny,

      On another it may rain,

      Like the unpredictably of weather,

      Things in life will always change.

      Why are we continually so resistant,

      To something we are constantly exposed,

      Why is it so difficult sometimes,

      To finally learn to just let go.

      Patterns that make us happy,

      Ones that make us sad,

      It seems we desire familiarity,

      We want somethingย  that weโ€™ve had.

      Grasping, holding, desperately coddling,

      Wishing that all will be the same,

      But how can we grow in life?

      If we want everything to be so tame.

      Like a child learning to walk,

      Branching out can feel so alien,

      But if you donโ€™t believe and take that step,

      The pastโ€™s grip is as strong as titanium.

      Feel, think, believe and trust,

      Itโ€™s all within your strength of will,

      Your desires are within your reach,

      Let your inner voice guide your skill.

      Suddenly you behold the truth,

      Your heart races with the realization,

      That to enjoy the beauty of this life,

      You must be open to this revelation.

      By: Lisa Michelleโ™ฅ๏ธ

       

       

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    • Self Love

      Posted at 1:43 am by Lisa K, on May 6, 2018
      Self Love
      Born into this world,
      We know the gifts that we possess,
      The Love that we are capable of,
      How to find our way to bliss.
      But as we grow there is doubt,
      A strange feeling that is unknown,
      It hurts to feel its wrath,
      And defensive ways will grow.
      The soul cannot interpret evil,
      The pain is far too great,
      It shrivels up and sinks down,
      By the hurt that comes from hate.
      A sheath of protection must ensue,
      But the edges may be frayed,
      Patterns begin to fester,
      And the soul becomes afraid.
      Realization of this war,
      Brings sadness but not defeat,
      Our light begins to burn,
      So strongly that it wonโ€™t deplete.
      Love brings all beings to their knees,
      And the soul knows this best,
      It pours love from every seam,
      Sadness can no longer ย act to suppress.
      Beauty, faith and Love grow strong,
      Trust and honesty are high,
      All the feels that are meant to be,
      Become our greatest in supply.
      Words are only letters,
      Do you feel the light ignite your soul?
      Remember the most important one,
      Itโ€™s only you who can make you whole.
      By~ Lisa Michelleโ™ฅ๏ธ

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    • Cosmic Love

      Posted at 3:10 am by Lisa K, on March 18, 2018

      Cosmic Love

      Love is warm, soft and sweetly divine.
      Love is vast, blissful and overwhelming at times.
      Love is comforting, powerful and without condition.
      It is something we search for as part of lifeโ€™s mission.
      Love is supposed to be thoughtful, Love is supposed to be kind, ย but how can it be those things when sometimes itโ€™s blind?

      Is Love our own? Or is it only shared?
      How can we have it without another who cares?
      Is self Love the same as what we desire from others?
      Or do we require the heart of another?
      How can Love be free from pain?
      Without judgement or sadness, can it be without bane?

      Love is vulnerable, itโ€™s soft to the core, how can we enjoy it when itโ€™s attached to much more?

      Does Love mean sacrifice? Must we be vulnerable to obtain? These things are not easy and can cause some to abstain.

      Is it the human condition that holds us back? From the feeling of Pure Love, our senses may lack.
      Freedom in Love is such a beautiful thing, the thought alone makes my little heart sing.
      Maybe thatโ€™s part of our work in this form,
      To unify our souls and let Cosmic Love be reborn.

      By: Lisa Michelle โ™ฅ๏ธ

       

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    • Undeciphered Messages & The Eternal Burning Flame

      Posted at 1:10 am by Lisa K, on November 6, 2017

      When I think about how we interact with others and navigate this realm of existence, the most important way to do this with others is to communicate. ย This means through body language, art, dance, music, actions and the most common of all- words. ย When you listen to someone speak to you, if you know them- you can feel them, empathize with them because you have an emotional connection to them. ย Your bond is much more elaborate and interwoven in complexity than the words alone. ย What about when you hear a beautiful piece of music? ย I have been brought to tears by music alone. ย What about when emotional words are sung with beautiful music? The message and its impact are compounded. ย What about a movie? You become attached to more than just words spoken by each actor. ย You learn about them, become fond of them or despise them. ย You form an emotional discrimination which leads your interpretation of their words. ย Dancers feel into their bodies and express themselves to music. ย When I watch people dance, I can be moved deeply. ย Poetry also has a way of conveying messages in a rhythmic way which can evoke emotions in the reader. ย For me, when I write poetry, I am able to express in words meanings that are more than just the words on the paper.

      Why am I talking about this?

      When I think about people I love and care deeply for, it is awful when arguments come about which are often filled with feelings that are never fully discussed or misunderstandings which were never unraveled. ย This happens because of a lack of one simple thing ~ communication. ย I think about our sort of sloppy and two dimensional way of conveying messages with the words we can make with our mouths.

      What if we could touch one another by the hand and have them feel our thoughts and feelings in the way that we experience them?

      How connected and understanding do you think every being on this planet would become? ย Emotions and feelings are powerful. They drive us to do many beautiful and terrible things. ย In the case of miscommunications- relationships can end. ย People drift away from one another and judgements are made. ย If we could feel the complexities of what is happening for another, my goodness, life would be such a gorgeous melody of love. ย Because underneath all of the layers we have protecting our true being is Love. ย Right? I dream of that powerful and enveloping love that is our essence, our true form unveiling from that soft beautiful place within. ย Is it just a dream? In contemplating how difficult it can be to really communicate with those around us, I wrote a poem to express some of the thoughts and feelings I have been having.

      Undeciphered Messages and The Eternal Burning Flame

      My heart is true and open,
      My words are in synchronicity with my soul,
      My wishes are only positive,
      To be genuine is always my goal.

      Doubt and fear is all around me,
      It tries to worm its way into my mind,
      If only words could hold the intensity,
      Of the feelings that dwell inside.

      Navigation is a virtue,
      Tact must be a well honed skill,
      But I wish it was so much easier,
      That there was no expectation to fulfill.

      What is true connection?
      Itโ€™s hard to know for sure,
      Because if words could be felt by the heart,
      What we speak would be much more pure.

      Words can cut like a thunderbolt,
      If their meaning is interpreted the wrong way,
      So much of what we say is left unclear,
      Is it love’s faith that saves the day?

      The heart is a fragile gift of beauty,
      Which is kept protected from any harm,
      When it’s let out in the open,
      Damage can leave the mind unarmed.

      Look into the mirror and what do you see?
      The truth of you is in your eyes,
      Your beauty, strength and virtue,
      Is so gorgeous and vast to your surprise.

      Trust that your light is true,
      Because your words you canโ€™t undo,
      If you gaze right into the light,
      You will be free with no obstacle sight.

      Love, Love, Love,
      Oh this word is not enough!
      For the body, mind and spirit,
      The meaning is far more exquisite.

      Have the strength to be you,
      You must honour what is true,
      Show others itโ€™s okay to do the same,
      It will keep lit our universal burning flame.

      By- Lisa Michelle K

      I would really like to know your thoughts about communication! Please do leave a comment on this post, let’s communicate๐Ÿ˜‰

      Much Love to You,

      โค๏ธLisa xo

       

       

       

       

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    • Our Guiding Light

      Posted at 7:11 pm by Lisa K, on October 1, 2017

      I write poetry when I feel inspired by an internal emotional experience which needs to be expressed in some way. ย The feelings we have as human beings can be so overwelming and powerful, both the joyful and the sorrowful. ย Writing is meant to be interpreted by our own experiences and life. ย I would love to know how this poem speaks to you๐Ÿ’–

      Our Guiding Light

      Sometimes I feel lost,
      And a little bit scared,
      Like I am invisible,
      And no one could care.

      Iโ€™m closed and down,
      With a lump in my throat,
      I see no escape,
      Like this path is my fate.

      Suddenly I look up,
      The sky is so magnificent and blue,
      Something inside me unfolds,
      It has a radiant golden hue.

      My breath begins to settle,
      The fear quickly subsides,
      Like Iโ€™ve been touched,
      by an angel inside.

      I feel it around me,
      It has such strength and grace,
      It helps me to realize,
      I am worth more than I could embrace.

      When sadness feels raw,
      There is a place within me,
      That lets the emotions run clear,
      And allows me to be free.

      It is soft and yet powerful,
      The essence of our soul,
      Flowing around all of us,
      Gently guiding us to become whole.

      By: Lisa Michelle K

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    • What Is Love?

      Posted at 11:22 pm by Lisa K, on July 16, 2017

      I want to share a poem with you this week. ย I have written this poem while reflecting on the seventeen years that I have been with my husband. ย When I fell in love with him, I knew he was the one for me. ย He is funny, witty and very animated. ย These are all keys to my heartโค๏ธ ย As love grows over the years, it takes on different characteristics and the partnership will inevitably experience ecstaticly happy times as well as despairingly difficult times. ย It is strikingly different from what the fairytales say or the ideas we may have when we first jump in.

      At the end of the day, I realize that~ This IS Life. ย This IS Love.

      We have ups and downs. ย When the times get tough, that’s when both people need to try their best to keep growing together. ย One MUST be willing to support the other. ย We take turns being the rock and the one in peril. ย With each joyful event, Love grows. ย With each trial, Love grows all the stronger. ย Two souls on One path in life.

      What is Love?

      Racing faster with each breath,
      I can feel my heart beating in my chest,
      Nervous, bright, focused and open,
      My body feels weak, But far from broken.

      At first so fleeting, quick and fast,
      My mind is reeling at this firework blast,
      I can’t tell if it’s real, it feels so huge,
      Like I’ve been spun up in a centrifuge.

      The roots of my tree begin to grow down,
      They lengthen and widen with each day,
      I care for and support it well,
      It becomes a place where hope will dwell.

      With the first big storm the winds gust,
      Deep thunder crashes and fear takes hold,
      The tree branches thrash as it is struck,
      Can it make it through, Oh please it must!

      I listen intently to what it needs,
      I give so much, my heart it bleeds.
      Please don’t give up, you know I’ve tried,
      I’m breaking, I’m shattered, I can’t be denied.

      The sun breaks through and shines on down,
      I sign with relief as my tree rebounds.
      The warmth and light penetrate my fear,
      I see now why I must persevere.

      Lasting as a river eroding through rock,
      As it moves tirelessly through its path.
      It is warm and soft yet solid and tough,
      An equation that can’t be solved by math.

      Love is exquisite, alarming and firm,
      Enduring yet fragile it’s hard to discern,
      It brings us together into one beautiful place,
      A treasure so valued, yet takes up no space.

      Nothing can parallel the emotions it brings,
      It makes me feel so whole, I can do anything.
      Steady and soothing, it’s why we are here,
      Love is the true gift from the Ultimate Seer.

      By: Lisa K

       

       

       

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