Dear friends,
as you know I like to make changes as often as possible to my blogs. Today, I have put my poems in front page, the articles can be found on the side bar, under posts. I have also chose a new lay out for the week. I hope this is a nice one, you will enjoy. Namaste. Laura
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Today I am a bird
I am here and there
In my bed and in the air
I click the mouse and I am in the world.
Clean air enters my lungs
I need no car
Just my wings to spread out wide.
From this room to other countries
I don’t need any money
I travel for free.
I can cach flies in the air.
I don’t need to wear clothes
My feathers are dressing my being.
When the cat sneaks up in my tree
I just fly away,
I am a bird today.
You know everything I could tell you.
I don’t need to touch you,
I only need my feet to be on the ground.
I have everything in my body
I don’t need a lover
I have the universe to love me.
Laura Tyco
Ripe evening
Discontinuity
Forgetting
In the midst of chaos, I tend to forget. When my presence nears the size of a fly, When only my selfishness prevails, When I am a shadow sitting on the couch, I forget the wind blowing over trees. When I forget there is also tomorrow, When my heart freezes in pain and sorrow, When I am only the prey of blind rage, When I trade my soul for peace of gold, I forget the birds flying over sand. When my greedy nature has the upper hand, When I forget the place where my feet stand, When cowardice and fear lie to my mind, When despair holds the higher ground, When my head is lost in distant land, I forget how warm my heart feels when you’re near. I forget about the blue sky and the Sun, I forget there is a river and a sea, I forget there is another one in me.
We Sit Still in Silence
We Sit Still in Silence
This evening the air flows between us Dusts off the stone walls in the process. Some things can only be said by silence. Some things can only be fathomed in the night. Now we stand tall side by side Comfortably warm in the open air. We gaze at the starry night The sparkling stars look back at us. Our inner lives are dancing. The trees are playing hide and seek The grass sees a perfect opportunity To grow a little more while nobody is watching. Glow-worms pretend to be the stars. The house tries to stay as still as it can Inside people are sleeping. The Devil is gone for a late drink tonight He is not sorry for anything he's done. A cat returns from late romance. The Milky-Way counts her sons, no interruption please. Bravely the Earth continues her eternal pilgrimage. Her heart is beating louder tonight Reaching out to her Brothers and Sisters. The young Moon watches her in wonder, Goes round in circles, overworked. From space, the Sun radiates with gold. Nothing can extinguish his flame. From space he always sends his love.
An Atlantean Poem
Three months pass, we meet again,
Same check mate as last time.
Till next time then?
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New game, new deception.
Old hope dies in a piece of gold.
Still the smiles, the tensed glances.
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Months turn into years,
Years turn me into old.
I am moving from one to another.
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Feelings are reconciled between heat and cold.
It’s all behind, all forgotten now.
Trying to fly and fall.
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But wait… who is this?
The dream seems real,
Memories, men and cities buried.
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When I thought I was safe,
Here I go again sinking,
Like the lost city of Atlantis.
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Closeness, body speaks its tongue.
Like distant ships in the night,
Passing from a respectful distance.
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No more talk is necessary,
I needed my wings.
Eyes draw us closer and closer.
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Rope tied up to each other’s heart.
Floating nearer and nearer,
Like lifeboats during a stormy night.
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Only the ocean knows
What rests in the darkness
Of the sombre bottomless pit.
Laura Tyco
Wonderful! Terrific Imagery. Thank you Laura for not only sharing these wonderful poems but Your Self, your Heart!!!!
So glad you liked these Rick!! <3<3<3 Hugs. laura
Laura love your poem,ripe evenings. Brings forth in my memory an eternal moment of Grace shared with a kindred spirit. A magical moment of golden living light..Also loved Today I am a bird, wonderful feeling of freedom. I have been a bird in my dreams flying free…very refreshing…Blessings for sharing the best
Thank you lassensage! Blessings <3 . laura
Again To Source
As I project what I see as me into this worldly realm of a real physicality to propagate
Within my thoughts I see someone else wanting to interject a different measure to state
One on the ground of this reality and another wanting to rise above to lift beyond here
Life being what it is, and yet knowing deep down it is more than the joy and of its fear
Energy from the Eternal Source flowing within another energy source of a human casting
Planted to see what will grow from a beginning until the harvest allowing and new passing
Sadly some see our passing in this one life as the passage to another realm, I say yes and no
Leaving here just to return, growing along the way to maturity of a spiriting wisdom to know
When in the capsule of what we know as time to be ready to move from this field to another
But, that field won’t be like this one, that physicality as we know it will not be like any other
Beyond our field of vision, beyond our feel and touch of this world and taste will have no need
The energy field will be transparent though real as you and me, no more for a body to ever bleed
Where a track will seem an eternity to move along until we reach beyond to another new yield
This is the journey into eternity; knowing this as our destiny as we move into each new field
As wheat is transform into the food to be turned into a new energy source to expend its course
Where it returns in some manner to a renewal of a different form to be formed again to source
The Source Code
When the present leaves the past while it cruises into the future
The mind looks as a mirror of which was and will be as it matures
Where in our projected field of energy that manifests its gestures
While the circle of the whole revolves around itself as to procure
Consciousness of one in the field of blossoming flowers of its many
Attached of grounding Source which has its tending roots of plenty
Nurtured with internal loving waves of thoughts to flowing to the finish
We in this realm having choice to seeing past this physicality to diminish
That when destiny calls, allow it to flow out from within to help others
Giving them the witness of God’s presence as with a child and its mother
We are here in this moment of time to brand our souls that others may see
When the Source code comes embrace it in spirit setting your soul free
Dedicated to the movie – The Source Code
The last two poems I give to your honor in raising awakeness to our shared consciousness
If you like I would love to share more of what is so aboudant in what I like to call Source or Devine Consciousness