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Nathalie Jun 29
Golden opportunities in our lives are the ones that usually come without warning.  They poke from behind the unexpected and greet us with surprises. When we are open to receiving these offerings by surrendering our thoughts about their arrival; embracing trust and letting go of trying to control or manipulate the outcomes, we move in a state of witnessing the miracles that are meant to manifest from this divine timing… the unfolding begins.

~Nathalie
Chantell Wild May 27
Sky greets her this morning
like first breath to a babe
she inhales the atoms
and the molecules and they
hop along throughout her being
and across her skin
She lifts her head up and
with bounce in her stride
she circles wide
comes in for the charge,
barges though veils
of illusion and disillusion
her questions
demanding resolution
One flicker of a tail
and in billowing dust
she comes to a standstill,
takes cognizance
of what surrounds her..
might or might not
step in and manifest here,
she thinks,
as she drinks from the banks
of a river so gentle
But she knows that
she must venture on
She knows where the river
Where the river runs strong
Amanda Mar 27
This is not refusal of happiness
A desperate plea for attention
It is a manifest of emotion
Not some imaginary invention

There is a madness populating my head
Billions of shouting **** voices
Every one an echo of my own
Spelling my lack of choices

Lately hopeless feelings have grown
A desolate cold orchard
Blossomed a place I belong
I'm welcome but also tortured

I have laid down my roots in quicksand
I'll be withered by afternoon
A pile of wilted petals
Unless I am picked by someone soon
Written 2/16/12
Madisen Kuhn Feb 25
there is a modest
one-story home
with white stucco walls
and a red tiled roof
waiting for me somewhere
near a floridian beach.

the yard is flat and dry.
some days, i’ll lie there
on top of a patterned quilt
in a two-piece
hand over brow
reading a thick memoir
on loan from the library
that sits on the other side
of the brush, beyond
the wooden fence.

winter will just be a memory.
every week, my toenails
will sink into the sand
wearing a different shade of pink.
i will not fold away
my sundresses and shove them
under the bed.
they will only leave
their wooden hangers
to be worn and washed.

time simply records the falling
and growing and falling of things.
one of these days,
i will be the budding lily
pushing up dirt
to greet the other side with
all of the beauty
i am ready to be.

i have fallen enough.
We were one
My one life
And my other
Unaware of each other
But then the world broke
And showed to me
That I shouldn't be happy
I'll only run away

It's not over

Now I'm lost
My other life
Devoured the one
Protective walls toppled down
Because when the world broke
It was revealed to me
I shouldn't be happy
But still I fight
No longer running away

It's not over
Until I smolder

Manifest Destiny
How dare you break me
When I deserve to be happy
How dare you do this to me
Erase all trace of normalcy
In my life

It's not over
Until I smolder
The life

Manifest Destiny
Please forgive me
I won't fall early
Manifest Destiny
Don't embrace me
Just keep me safe from normalcy
Entering my life

It's not over
Until I smolder
The life
But, I lost
Don't embrace me, Just keep me safe from normalcy entering my life.
Charlie's Web Feb 11
There are days I dream and feel like an imposter

until I remember we’re all imposters living in unrealized dreams.
Who are you
She
was a dream
I once had
manifested into reality
Nathalie Dec 2018
The words you speak become the life you manifest

You are a creative and imaginative being

Whatever you see in your mind’s eye

You can make visible and part of your reality

Be mindful of the images you give energy too

In your heart and the ones that are magnified

By your own mind


Be playful and live passionately

Be bold and stay true to your purpose

Be joyful and spontaneous in your giving

Be open and grateful in receiving

Be demonstrative with your love

Be loyal and trust your intuition

Be gentle and honour yourself


Anything that lights you up

Observe with attention

Listen to the callings of your soul

They are there to guide you

Nothing random ever appears

Without there have been a desire to

Pull it in your experience


Sometimes we are not aware that

We are putting out a signpost to have a certain

Experience about this or that

It might have just been a question in our minds

Or a longing to understand something better

This is part of the curriculum; a higher learning

Accept and embrace the process



~Nathalie
Star BG Nov 2018
Where breath meets unlimited possibilities
in thoughts
is where my day begins.

Prayer of gratitude anchors.
Grounding brings peacefulness.
Awakening to rock ego chatter to sleep I do.

Clouds pass making way for rainbows
as birds fly graceful.
Sun’s rays beat down generating a smile
as wisdom flows in breeze.

Where breath meets light in moment
is where I wander, connected to spiritual journey,
Romping in my manifested dreams.
New Day New Poem New opportunity to share
Keonna Oct 2018
Look into my eyes,
Keep your eyes on me,
I feel your energy rise,
Your soul is for mines to keep,
Show me your fears,
Tell me your secrets,
I’ve been here for years,
I originated from Egypt,
I come out in the night,
The day is where I sleep,
This realm has no light,
Your the only light that creeps,
You’ll make it out of the realm safe and sound,
But beware of the demons that lingers in earthbound.
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