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  Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Autumn Rose
The brown leaves
that shiver on the
bare branches greet
the last rays of gold
as the sun goes down.
A melody rises over
that velvet, shade of
fading green.
Bells of the indifferent
wind chime, for I am led
to a miracle of ancient
mother.
How beautiful...
A rose that grows waywardly
from within autumn's woods.
Spirits delighted to see the
rose that will not die, her red
petals shame my lips while
drooped sisters weep bitterly.
And in my garden, exquisite
fragrance,
Old memories,so sweet,
despite the thorns.
Illusions of the happiness of
the asleep and the dead...
Yesterday evening as i was walking through the forest, i saw a gorgeous red rose in front of an old abandoned house that still has not drooped...
  Sep 2016 Illya Oz
nobody
Hide your heart, with open arms,
impaled on a thorn, piercing your core.
It's just a rose,
a beautiful rose.
Take heart, my dear, take heart.
How the petals do fall, and gently fade.
It's just a rose, a beautiful rose.
Ouch....
  Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Bill O'Bier
The
path leading
to radical acceptance
originates with a pause.
Stepping out of your solitude,
promptly let go of fear-driven reactivity.
Embracing and accepting all of your being,
surround yourself with the warmth of loving kindness.
Begin now to forgive yourself and others again and again.
Know that your capacity to be completely open brings wholeness.
         There  are no formulas for navigating  all of life’s situations.
Listen with your natural intelligence and wise heart then,
by breaking out of the old confining patterns,
freedom and healing are yours to hold.
As awareness to truth deepens.  
show gratitude to life
that is now
open for
you
  Sep 2016 Illya Oz
tom krutilla
There are million words
Without sentences
There are a thousand sentences
Without meaning
Within those sentences are
Commas and periods
All ending in question marks
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