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I believe in myself and all of my possibilities. I turn doubts into dreams and fears into excitement. I lean upon Gods power within me, knowing that the energy motivates and supports me in all ways.
Namaste............Love,
Jennifer



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Hello, Keth...i know you received this comment on another site already, but maybe some one passing here will enjoy it...too. Thank you!

My eye is on the sparrow…as a friend not a feast! All Nature sings and ‘round me brings the music of the Spheres. With warm compassionate love, kokomoincognito

Your face is like the clouds,
when the sun is left to dry more than
just the years.
Your tears are needed.
Just as the clouds' are to the Earth.
Your soul is like the air.
understood to be there,
but needed by the many whose lives depend on it.
Why torment yourself to hurt and sorrow,
when you've already been torn apart,
torn until you can no longer feel the pain or your heart. "He that soweth in tears shall doubtless come again rejoicing,bringing his sheaves with him. ”Cry now and smile later when the sun is left to dry more than just the years.

Humming-Bird
by D.H. Lawrence

I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.

Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.

I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.

Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.

We look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.

Within My Garden, rides a Bird

by Emily Dickinson

Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel --
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill --

He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose --
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted --
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres --
And I rejoin my Dog,

And He and I, perplex us,
If positive, 'twere we --
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity --

But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye --
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

With much Love and Light on this Sunday of Hummin’ Birds….kokomoincognito

Helllllo and welcome to this ggreat meeting place for like minded friends to come together and spread Love and light around the world...your other site lightnews was the first thing I found when searching for reading material..keep spreading your magic around the world Love Judy xo

How wonderful to recieve your light here.

Love, peace, ecstacy and freedom,
Michele :)