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This poem is written at a time when I felt called to work with my throat chakra at deeper levels than I had before…
Clearing the vishuddha chakra, or throat chakra, can be of immense benefit in connecting and expressing who we truly are, so that we may show up in the world as our authentic true selves.
Vishuddha Chakra
Sweetest sound created As you speak your truth Honest self-expression Springing forth from soul
Like a waterfall overflowing With pure clear blue light Cleansing, renewing, rejuvenating Your spiritual birthright
At first your voice shakes So afraid of self expression That was lost in the years Of humanity’s repression
Closing down throat chakra Energetically speared right through Strong metallic object Blocking full truth
Stalling self expression  Felt so humble and small Afraid to shine the light of your soul Far too frightened to fall
Energetic cord pulling Releasing patterns of old Finally letting go of control No longer hiding soul
Now this clear voice center Confronting what is true Open and r…

MEETING by Ruth Calder Murphy

Creativity is, I believe, a fundamental part of being Human, just as it's a fundamental part of being Divine…
I think, perhaps, that it's here—in creativity—that the divisions and differences: the gaps between things are bridged, and everything meets as one.
Life is full of mystery. Science and philosophy, art, theology - all contribute to our understanding of things. But whenever there are answers, more questions emerge. This is part of being, part of life - and that’s OK.
Creativity, for me, isn't a way of solving the mystery, but of becoming a part of it - of dancing with it, of embracing and celebrating it.
Through creativity, I can span the divides... And touch the Divine.
Where pen and paper meet - or Sound and Silence, Day and Night, the trespassing of the Word into the Void, the tentative touching of Darkness and Light.
In the seams and horizons, the fragile in-betweens, in the thin places where nothing's as it seems; where veils hang and portals call - where magic wre…

LIFE'S TOO SHORT by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

My heart has been bruised by the sudden breaking of a friendship…
When forgiveness is not even offered as an option, or grace released to bring healing, I feel so lost to my soul.
Life is but a brief moment of time here on earth: our journey is to touch each other with our light. So, if by chance dear friend you are reading this, know that I hold you in love, and in gentle peace. For it is through love and peace that our stories, our fear, our hurt, will be set free.
Life’s Too Short
life’s too short, to hold that battle- in your heart, the who wins- the who loses, doesn’t matter anymore. what seed of deception, has altered your- perception, has drawn your soul- from bringing, yourself to grace now. life’s too short, to re-open that wound- and watch it bleed again, to lose your gleam- and freedom from within- your self esteem, is oh so crushed- for you to hold, onto so much- to let it dim, the light of you- bring yourself to, the moment that- is calling to you, bring yourself- to compassion, to forgiveness some how…

TEARS by Ruth Calder Murphy

Tears are powerful things, and often symbolic… They’re also, frequently, a source of embarrassment and awkwardness, both on the part of the person shedding the tears and on the part of witnesses to them.  It’s been shown that the release of tears is physically beneficial. When we cry, irritants and stress hormones are released. Tears contain healthy antibodies and serve to cleanse the eyes. Tears, in other words, are necessary and helpful.  They also, often, represent a letting go - a reaching the end of the line, a metaphoric dying, before a re-birth or resurrection.  Tears are powerful and are a part of us, who shed them - a part that we set free to flow, and that lead us to renewed strength and better places.  So, cry. Weep, if you will. Don’t be ashamed. Let tears flow like rivers and, as the Nile creates a fertile, green valley in which civilizations have grown since time began, let the rivers of your tears nourish the soil of your soul. Tears
Rain - Clear as wishes, dear as phantom kisse…

SHE, AN APPLE TREE by Milijana Božović

The inspiration for this poem came through a dear friend…
Even if I had only ran into her on the street, I would still perceive her in this way for she is open: full in her beauty and presence. She is beautiful as an apple tree. Let the rhythm of these words tell about Tamara.
She, An Apple Tree

With affliction in her eyes she purely knows when we're off the Path.
For with Secrets of the Play she is close by, and that's why her flow is laughter, kindness, and understanding.
On and on she transforms, 'till we are One with Nature.
(When is she more alive, in feeling us as lost or in seeing us as lucky?)
Eternal is she, like Sanskrit and the ancient: fruitful tree, absolute in her greenness.