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Star BG Feb 2020
I set my alarm for happy.
Hope I don't oversleep.

I set my alarm for dreams
hope the ring tone makes me dance.

I set my alarm for love
hope it wakes up heart.

I set my alarm for harmony
can’t wait to hear it.

I set my alarm for smiles
hope its infiltrates waking moments.

I set my alarm to peace
as I attune to music of heart

Alarm to call angels
for their unconditional hugs.

I set my alarm
to be walking lighthouse of love.

Alarm to shine
as divine being of song.

I set alarm of senses
so I may be authentic self.

Alarm to be
shining lighthouse of color
anointing all.

I set my alarm
to merge with all I see

Alarm so human vessel
can awake to let freedom ring.
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Just a morning thought using the word alarm
Star BG Feb 2020
At the dock of my dreams
I sit, WATCHING
morning sun rise.
Watching AS TIDE TAKES mind
away inside quiet time.

I watch as time floats away

No time wasted
no time taken for granted

I sit at dock
WATCHING tide divinely dance.
Watching as breath match waves
and change WAITS clvidid first
in mind then in heart.

I watch as bones rest.
I mediate roaming in a grateful mind

no time waisted
no visions taken for granted.

I sit at dock
no place I’d rather be
after roaming many a mile

I let self simmer into moment
I ready self for change to plant roots
so dreams flower

No time waisted
No reason not to smile.
Inspired by old song Sitting On The dock of bay
Star BG Feb 2020
In the temple of my heart,
God sings.
Anointing and expanding
my human footsteps.

I dance hearing grand melodies.
I celebrate inside divine connection.

In the temple of my heart,
God echoes.
Gifting me in moment
to shine like sun.

I walk and angels follow.
I bow as gratitude is whispered.

In the temple of my soul
God has a home.
And I feel peace on Earth.
Inspired by chat with Stu Harley
Star BG Feb 2020
I collect nuggets of wisdom wherever I go.
Inside steps of dance and tears of healing.
Gentle breeze and precious morning sunrise.
And whispers behind a poets voice.

I collect nuggets of wisdom  everywhere
In a child's presence and song of divine birds.
Silence behind ticking clock that vibrate.
And visions in eyes of dragon flies flight plan.

I collect nuggets of wisdom everywhere.
Inside beating of drum by American indians hand.
Breath of an inhale and exhale that balances.
And elders voice within meditative stance.

I collect nuggets of wisdom from everything.
And store them in heart thats an endless chest
with wisdom of its own.
First poem of day.
Star BG Feb 2020
Mind your thoughts
if they be laced with judgment
for that is a **** seed
not to be cultivated.
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Mind your thoughts
as they develop
inside energies that could
have negative consequences.
______

Mind your thoughts
for they hold infante power
of creation.
______

Mind your thoughts
to become embodied with love
laughter and happiness
_______

Mind your thoughts to expand
so you may reap the benefits
of an awaken soul.
_____

Mind you thoughts for they mirror
and orchestrate your journey.
______

Mind your thoughts and if they are negative
change thy computer program.
_____

Mind your thoughts
or ego will jump in and run the show
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Haiku
Mind your thoughts daily
or ego will have field day
life won’t be your own
just some thoughts about the thoughts that come in and out in any given day. Thoughts that can shape your being both physically and emotionally. And they have the power to create either what you want or don't want.
Star BG Feb 2020
Any
On any fine day
Ye shall find me with head
in open sky.
In energy river of the galaxy
that calls gracefully.

Any moment I drink I do
the fine wisdom threaded in wind.
Consume it like fine wine
that bubbles
to create phase.

And on any fine night
when owls echo
and moments carry
I terpsichore to hearts song.
A song that makes
life grand.
as we conversed Stu Harley inspired this.  Thank you

Tersichore is the word of the day. Oh fine poets learn it and use it well. Let it melt upon thy poetic visions and aid to paint a grand write.
Star BG Jan 2020
QUIET
on the HP western front
of my Home feed.
It’s roads are empty.
Its resident poets seasoned
with gifts aren't walking with pen canes.
Or driving cars of visions.

Guess they're all
in a different cyber town
OR INSIDE THEIR OWN HOUSE HEARTS.

PERHAPS
after some clouds in mind
bring rains to community,
a rainbow of words will
come and my home town
will be FULL AGAIN.
Just having a silly thought.
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