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When time forgot the hours
and the stars reached down
to touch the heart of Love,
she became the Light Keeper.
She held the Moon in her fingers
and felt the pulse of its beams.
Dangled the stars above the Earth
and told time to stand still
while she called to the One
Who knew her very soul.

The Light Keeper ran her hands
through the radiant sparkles
and turned her ear to the Heavens.
Listened to the sound of its voice,
the melody of its planets. She
tossed each star back into its place,
and let each ray of the Moon flutter
through an endless night to cross over
the sleeping form of a Love kept
in the clasp of her time-tuned dreams.
It showed on their face.

The rides were fun
but they were breathless.

From the cable car
the sky seemed not that far
and to the wind it was unfair
to have two men without much hair.

Rain had brought color to soft eyes
huddling and cuddling at free wills
but sought shelter these two guys
from the teen lovers' merry squeals.

They rushed to be in time for the first row
childishly enthralled by the 3D show
dipping the whole of their emotion
in the history of origin and evolution.

The day had been too soon done
when in the melted afternoon sun
the two forgot all the worries
in the romance of rediscoveries.
Amusement Park, June 24, 2018, 5pm
 Mar 2019 Terry Jordan
Traveler
Did you ever look
Into an addict's eyes
And see the reflection
Of your own ghost

All your judgment
All your abuse
Dangling there
A noose
Around your own throat

Deeper than human despair
The soul gone missing
Into thin air
Did your spirit ever grow tired
  Of existing here...

Did you ever wonder
If there was anything left
Did you ever catch
Your last breath?
Traveler Tim

I recovered long ago, I feel for all the still suffering souls!!!
 Mar 2019 Terry Jordan
lX0st
Matisse
 Mar 2019 Terry Jordan
lX0st
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Beware of this day
We need to be nervous
Julius Caesar was assassinated
Two hundred sailors drowned
in a cyclone
which Sank their warships
In 1952 Large amounts of rain
fell on a French island
in the Indian Ocean
I was in Egypt at the time
Sinai desert
No rain
A gifted soul

The beauty resides
in the soul,

The one who
understands this
is pristine.

The one who
imbibes this
is ageless.

The one who
absorbs this
is a Mahatma.

A beautiful soul
reverberates sounds
resonating
harmony and peace
With-in
&
With-out.



Sparkle In Wisdom
15 March 2019
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