Green Serenity’s Truth (12 IMAGES) Take 2

 
Walking quietly as I possibly could
 
 
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I meandered down a Mystical Path
 after hearing my name being called.
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Curiosity took hold of my spirit
 
 
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and down I went on that Path.
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My astonished eyes were greeted by the Queen Herself
 
 
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and as I stood there gulping greedily
within Her Towering Grace
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out came my phonecam as She conceeded
Her Presence to Gift to you.
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Trees and ferns, thick brush and thickets
 
 
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Entered I into Solitude, Peace and Bliss.
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I cringed at the noise my bike was making
 
 
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as I walked upon this Holy Ground.
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Holding you dearly in my Heart
I brought you to this Holy Ground
 
 
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As this Magnificent Forest, lush and green,
most graciously granted to me
 
 
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permission to photograph Her Allure.
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It was then Her Message came clear as could be
 
 
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 which held a key
one simple which is for you and for me …
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“If I know how to exist in Peace
 
 
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surrendering Myself fully without shame
to All There Is and to Who I Am,
then so can you.
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Live as I do in Harmony
 
 
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so that this world will learn from you
 
 
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as you have learned from me.
 
 
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Choose Love, Peace, and Harmony
to live each and every single day.”
 

~AmyRose~

Photography/Poem 2014©AmyRose

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50 Things I’ve Learned in 50 Years…#15

#15. “Nature is amazing.”

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A field

That’s all it took to enchant me

I have never returned

From the sound of the crickets

Blades  of green tickles

Or the smell of rain on the path

The path I walked

To school, to play, to think

The path I rode

My bike and my Honda 70

Over the bumps

Around that curve

Slowing down for sure

Because nothing’s for sure

Being cautiously crazy

Carelessly  stable

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In the 70’s, life was about what we did. We DID things…without gadgets in our hands. We made things. We made things up. We looked for things. We found things. We entertained ourselves and created our own life, without Google and a status shuffle.

Playing outside was the key to our happiness as children.  We felt the wind, touched the grass, skinned our knees and burned our faces in the sun…without sunscreen.

Nature was part of my childhood. It fired up my curiosity and my imagination. Taking a walk in the field near our home gave me ideas. There was a large crater like hole surrounded by tall grass, which became a hideout. There were plants to identify and dissect. There were bugs to put in mason jars and tiny toads to capture in my cupped hands.

I always set them free.

September 2011 796There were trails in the field and my younger brother took to them fearlessly with various dirt bikes, deliberately catching air over mole hills.

I admired him. I admired him so much that I wanted to be the only girl in the neighborhood to ride a mini bike. After all, a girl can only force Barbie to try on so many of those silly plastic shoes.

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The trees I climbed, the wild raspberries I picked and ate, everything I saw and touched in that field is still with me today. I was blessed by nature. I need it to nourish my soul, calm my mind and recharge my body.

If you find the time to go for a walk…..stop.

Look.

Listen.

Nature comes to you when you are still.

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the moment

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The moment when,

after many years 
of hard work

and a long voyage

you stand in the centre of your room,


house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,

knowing at last how you got there,

and say,

I own this,



is the same moment

when the trees unloose 
their soft arms from around you,


the birds take back their language,

the cliffs fissure and collapse,

the air moves back from you like a wave

and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper.

You own nothing.

You were a visitor,

time after time

climbing the hill,

planting the flag,

proclaiming.

We never belonged to you.


You never found us.

It was always the other way round.

image credit:  along the kerry way – ireland  http://leiraenkai.deviantart.com

poetry credit: Margaret Atwood