“joy”

Pay Attention

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Breath comes easier
the aroma of dinner fills my heart
and I feel gratitude for all that is.

To ignore sometimes feels right
and then the attention goes elsewhere.

But what if I miss the one thing
that is most needed?

Impossible!
I hear from angels near
for what draws my attention
are the wings of angels
and their whispers of loving kindness.

Joy is all around
even when I don’t want to admit it
Joy in the candle flame
the taste of cranberry
the lingering warmth of a new pair of socks.

When I pay attention
the earth envelopes me
and allows my heart to soar
like an eagle gliding
and the sun shining
strong on a cold winter day.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Sacred Space

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Alone in my heart
the quiet of the morning
dark or light
quiet or not
My sacred space connects me
once again to a trusted source within
which, for so long was forgotten.

But now, I trust and have faith
in the grace that allows
safety, happiness, health and peace.

A peaceful space
where the past, present and future
are released like a dove into the fair blue sky
to carry a part of me
that needs freedom and joy.


Alone in my heart is a space of light
and one that I share with all in need
for we all are worthy of harmony
beyond that which lies on the screen

And with that, I give thanks. Aho.

But I am not finished
even though my mind often goes there
goes there to a sacred space
carrying fear
of the long lost
but now found.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Make It True

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Oh joy and prosperity
lovingly embrace
becoming the tasks
of etheric wonderment
meant to support life
with grace and loving kindness

Over and under through hard times
make it true for me and you
may I wake and know
and simply glow
and know where to go.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Giggle and Roll

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The love of my children
joyful and bright
knows no boundaries
day or night
through it all we tumble and fall
though we know not all
giggle and roll
swim and stroll
we travel along to Omaha
where we see and hear
but do not care
if the buffalo roam
and the antelope play.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Midnight Surf

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The earth moves
like mountains
against the sea
with sun setting orange
in the indigo glee
forever bright and dark
we go not there but here we are
against the midnight surf
and the glistening moonlight
iridescent and lovely
like the tears of raindrops
on the windshield traveling on.

Continuum of All That Is

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I delight in knowing we have found one another
you and I.
We bring each other up
in a true and loving light.

In the subtleness
of air moving through the leaves
and grass on a calm day.

The sunshine and moonshine
The warm ray of the sun
warming us all.

I delight in greeting companions
and how they respond in reflection.
How the flavor of tomato basil soup
reflects a dimension unknown.

I delight in seeing the world move along
in a continuum of all that is.

–Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Dare

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Feel as me forever more
but gently sleep in peace.
Live like the doves sing
Glow like the sun shines
Flow like the thoughts stream
And dare, dare to dream

We live, we die, we go bye bye
But first we see there is you and I
Rolling, moving, standing still
Sleeping, winking, knowing the will
Forever and ever and ever
No there is more to to you
To you and you and you here
And there on what where?

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Question in the Sand

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Cuts the soul from the earth
and the earth says, “Go free, fly.”

But where to fly and do we land
There is the question in the sand

Glimpses of joy bubble up
only to burst and flicker

Where there is no one but you and me
The trees hold us gently in the breeze
Sadness goes to and fro
And the swing is empty don’t you know

The simple wonders of the fly
landing here and swatted flat.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

Gentle

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On the water so still
the dream faded
and into the darkness
the fear took hold.

And the life was taken
inside we know
but do not remember
the source of kindness
and gentle joy.

Look around,
be found
sit in stillness
life moving all around
until we trust
to join the crowd.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers