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YOU ARE LOVED by Carolyn Riker

You Are Loved

Greens graciousness
witnessed the stones
where prairies parted,
lavender as the seas
of tiny humming leaves,
that clearly rang
on naked branches
and gathered me 
a sacred welcome. 

Next to a single tree
who reminded me
how the earth too is invisible,
yet incumbent in its sorcery
as tender roots recited hidden lyrics
passed along a warm spring breeze...

You are love
You are loved
You are loving

(This poem originally appeared in the author's third anthology: My Dear, Love Hasn't Forgotten You, available  here)

Carolyn (Riker) Avalani,M.A., LMHC is a licensed counselor, teacher, writer and poet. Over the last five years she has written for numerous online journals and has been in five anthologies. Her most recent book, My Dear, Love Hasn't Forgotten Youwas published in December 2019. This is Love was published June 2018. Before that she contributed and co-edited, Hidden Lights: A Collection of Truths Not Often Told, which holds 53 artists sharing their stories, poems, art and photog…
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Peace Enters My Heart

peace enters my heart
though I have touched-
the chaos of my living,
it sometimes wears-
on my soul,
I settle inside,
the sanctuary
of the season,
it clothes me in rest-
I come to greet my day,
with love-
reaching inside,
this quiet-
winter morning-
let it move from me,
songs that echo-
peace on earth,
it is from my heart-
a beginning is birthed,
I reach-
and take your hand,
we enter into-
our holy place,
of comfort and love-
of peace and grace.

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NOTE TO SELF by Sarah Carlson

Whenever you feel
 that frosty tightness,
just breathe –
 through it, with it, 
around it, within it.
Warm your wonderful waters 
 simply by beholding 
the beauty of now, 
allowing archaic agonies
to soften and drizzle away.
Recognize that
your foundation is strong,
your flow genuine.
Though some shadows remain,
trust that you will attend to them
if need be.
Celebrate the gentle peace 
that cascades  through and all around you.
Relax into your
uniquely radiant truth.
Live –
be fully alive,
 enjoy the joyous rhythms
of omnipresent love.

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When you gaze into a woman's eyes...
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into the house of her soul...
it is there, where her strength and
beauty will greet you

In the light where a thousand flowers grow
you may want to stay forever...
within the sunrise & sunset of her gaze
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her eyes reveal she is of passion,
enchantment & fortitude
the place where galaxies are reawakened

set-sail-forth into the depths
of her extended amplitude
your heart will sing
in the infinity of love unshaken.

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