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Pamela Penta Mar 2016
I close my eyes and listen
To the soft sound of your voice as
You weave a new tale for me to hear
I see the pictures evolve before my eyes
As characters begin to appear
You take me by the heart
To places we dream to be
Painting our lives with your words
Endearing you more to me
Other men may have touched my skin
You....have touched my soul
Opening my mind again to believe
Life can once again be whole.
Dreams are made to live
Love is made to be shared
Tired of fighting against my grain
Searching for the one who cares
In the moment I ceased the fight
Heart and soul sprang forth
Then what does God hand to me
But you...my one true north.

March 6, 2016
Pamela Penta Feb 2016
You don't experience hurt if you've never known love.
You can't know joy without knowing pain.
You can't know heaven...until you have lived through hell.
All of your experience weathers the body and soul.
We stretch and grow.
We become.
Feel all you are meant to feel.
Laugh, sing, dance, scream...cry....Love!
Follow your dreams, and do what makes your soul rejoice.
Never Give Up.
Live.

9/17/15
Pamela Penta Feb 2016
Shining down
Shining bright
Shining on me
Through the night
Watching, waiting
Holding me near
Keeping me safe
From all that I fear
Guarding the night
From evil and fray
Helping prepare me
For another day
Light of Love
Keep me safe
Clean my heart
Of any hate
For your love
Is all I desire
To show to the world
In lesson or fire
Shining Love
Shining Bright
Keep me safe
All through the night

11/21/15
A creature ruled by Venus, so elegant, so pure, stares at the moon, thirsting for more. As it smiles back at her, the light bends around her face just to caress her cheek, to let her know, there is something more, something far beyond, in the distance, waiting for her. For a creature so elegant and pure, cannot sit in darkness for long. The moon has something in store. A gift from the lord, something that has been there all along. A gift from her past now brought to her present. Has this happened before, I'm not sure. As the spirit in the sky returned the gift to the moon, it then smiled back on our creature from Venus. He handed her this gift, not quite concealed. But she still couldn't see. For too long she saw flowers wilt, lights flicker, wells dry up, and seasons change. The next night as she looked outside, the moon was gone. Oh how she cried. Oh how she hurt. She cursed the moon for all its worth. As tears dried and her heart slowed. She heard a knock at her door. As she twisted the cold metallic handle and took a leap of faith, with eyes wide open she felt the night's embrace. "There you are", she exclaimed. As they sat together under the dark sky, now with the light inside, they knew this was forever. And though some may say it was selfish to take the moon from the sky as others need the light to see. They realized, as long as they had each other, no one else would need the moon. So as it goes, there presence together sent ripples into a sea, a sea of people, planets, creatures, and trees. A force so strong, a power so great. They looked into each other's eyes and she finally said, "This is fate".

Matthew Dante Cosentino
  Feb 2016 Pamela Penta
Rumi
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
  Feb 2016 Pamela Penta
Rumi
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.
Pamela Penta Feb 2016
Time again to fly away
To distant land of dreams
To live the life of fantasy
Nothing is as it seems
A distant lover waits for me
To dance among the stars
Anywhere we wish to be
Is never very far
Where rainbows turn to waterfalls
And unicorns to bees
And all we wish will always be
In the land of dreams....

Pam Penta
June 18, 2012
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