Watching Seagulls drifting air currents, my arms stretched wide.
Muscles soft, mind adrift.
Tracing patterns with gossamer wings.
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Watching Seagulls drifting air currents, my arms stretched wide.
Muscles soft, mind adrift.
Tracing patterns with gossamer wings.
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~ I write -
Exploring how we can live our lives with purpose and joy.
Notes on Seeing, Reading & Writing, Living & Loving in The North
Go out to play, follow your imagination, and the day was filled with expectation
Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
Simple Vegetarian Cooking
Visual Media for God's Glory!
Life is a broadway musical and everyday is a song. These are mine manifested as poetry.
I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
Sapno ki udaan
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Masked Native 
Yes, the mind, that mysterious part of our existence…and then I think of that Swiss psychiatrist by the name of Carl Gustav Jung…and this quote from him: “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” Thanks, Teri, for the nice poem.
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Yes, It was a good day, dancing with seagulls, flying without wings, joined in the spirit of oneness.
Thank you Virgilio, for your presence to my poem.
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Gossamer drifting, wide open arms, soft heart, on the wing….this to me feels light, and free, Teri. An unburdening, somehow. Thanks for sharing the loveliness. xx
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Just getting back to you on this Sirena, you always give me an interpretation that shows me another perspective. In accepting the freedom of a spiritual flight, unburdoning, was a gift also. Thanks for your insight xx
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Beautiful. I’m soaring with you.
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Exquisite…<3
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It is so good to fly, and feel the beat of Wings 🙂 .. I have often on a clear day when at the coast set my sights upon the gulls and been up there with them swooping and calling..
Beautiful post Teri.. ❤
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Thank you Sue. It’s as good to fly as being grounded, both essential practices.
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They are indeed Teri 🙂 xxx
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imagining you
up there,
lightly 🙂
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m y s m i l e ~ s t r e t c h e d w i d e
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and there is no such place as far away
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this moment
~
only here
can we enjoy
wide
skies
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Thank you for your recent Visit dear Teri.. and just dropping back in to wish you a Wonderful start to March.. Love and Blessings xxx
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Thank you Sue, and same in return to you too xx
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Lovely, i especially love the image and its colors!
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