♥ deep within heart of a mountain
drumming thundered trough its veins
a chanting had started in the city of crystals
all beings had gathered to participate
the very walls where humming
every atom of air joined in a dance
pulsating everywhere and all around
merged completely to one pulse
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~Unity
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~Ann lustmord
I watched the flag pass by one day. It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of taps one night, When everything was still I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free.
"In the hour of adversity be not without hope For crystal rain falls from black clouds." Persian Poem We will be offline for about a week, as we travel to visit family.
“I should get a normal life, but I don't really want one, so will stay who I am” (A quote by some daft fool setting up Paul Weston Arts! See links below.)
Thank you so much for all your support and please feel free to enter my crazy new world!
Hope you like the card and have a wonderful week.
Peace love and happiness.
Paul
“Dance”
“The expression of love, grace an elegance A movement of intimacy, empowerment, romance Riding the crest of an ocean wave Gliding through the air on a breezy day My body on Earth my soul reaches away To Heaven. The religion of rhythm A moth to a candle A key to a slave of Pleasure and pain I take my first emancipated steps Freedom This is my chance. That’s where I go When I Dance.”
Poem. Paul Weston.
Original painting by Terry Pegg.
Artistic design. Chris Loughlin and Paul Weston.
Digital photography. Chris Loughlin.
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O love, O pure deep love, be here, be now Be all; worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance, Frail living leaves burn with you brighter than cold stars: Make me your servant, your breath, your core
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