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All around
the long bones of the trees
raise small green prayer flags
from their roots
of winter solace
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Signals humming in the first spring wind
“There are so many lost in their own momentum”
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There is an urgency
as the intrepid green shoots
attend to the living word
“With”
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As everything cycles new in the next few months, my activities surround the season. I’ll be lending my hands, my arms, my back, my muscles, my eyes and my ears where needed. My softer parts and all my bones go along for the ride. …giddy with enthusiasm.
I’ll also be germinating the next set of audio broadcasts. The seeds have been planted. I am immeasurably grateful to everyone who listened and lent their own thoughts … such beauty….you have my heart….
I’m learning trust in so many ways
opening like a flower
in a field of wild light
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Artist: Paul Klee
Poetry of Light 
Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
J. H. White is a woman/person to be taken seriously in her quest for self-actualization and her poetry. Please! Please! Direct your “Likes” and comments to her blog show she sees your interest and support. >KB
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Thank you KB…xxoo
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Wow…so beautiful. I am thankful The Mirror Obscura re-blogged you so that I could meet you! Such a beautiful site I believe I will spend some time here. Lorrie
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Thank you Lorrie. It is wonderful that you found something here!
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‘small green prayer flags’ is a beautiful and evocative introduction to Spring.
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Yes…these small green prayer flags have my rapt attention this week….love this spring birthing. Thanks for commenting, Chris…
Jana
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Your work takes me with you.
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What a delicate beautiful vision of new life! KB turned me on to your work. I am grateful.
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Thank you so much for stopping by!
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“…the long bones of the trees…”
Oh do I ever love that
Such an image!
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Thank you Steven…The image originated from looking out at the passing landscape on a long bus trip to Fort Dix to see a friend before he was shipped off during the Vietnam war. I guess the image stuck with me since then…but without connotations of that late winter ride long ago. An image transformed…
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“opening like a flower
in a field of wild light” Fantastic vision here.
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Thanks Alice…sounds like a great hula hoop meditation, no?
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Yes. You know. You’ve got this right. Were you a hoop queen in a past life? 😉
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No no…this one! When they first came out I definitely did my thing… kind of a whirling dervish experience. I loved my hoop. First skate boards too. My athletic skill though….ta ta ta da..was in badminton.
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Badminton. I’m in Awe. I could never keep my eye on the birdie. I also couldn’t spin a hoop at as a child. I had no athletic prowess. I came to hooping late. And spin like a dervish now. 🙂
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Strength for your body and gentle kindnesses for your softer parts, in the coming season of growth and maturity, enjoy.
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Strength and kindness to you as well Teri…. happy Spring! xxoo
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dialogue
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you and paul klee
are such
intimate friends
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You are quite talented. I’m not usually one to read much on WP as I prefer photography but I do like your writing. Thank you for the likes on my blog. Think I’ll follow yours.
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The green prayer flags – so tender (is the day)
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Thank you for bringing me here this morning Petru….
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