Category: 52 Sunrises

Thoughts from an aspiring author..childhood dreams never, ever fade away..not really..

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Journal, Keys to Awareness
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Embers of sunlight spark and tumble forward over the horizon, flooding the land with waves of hope and wonder

Whispering sweet sonnets of wisdom to all who have come, to worship the arrival of the Bright One

The Secret Language is unveiled

Q. Lenise Lee
~from Keys to Awareness
Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry
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moonlit daze

sunkissed knights

wandering

spirit that dwells

spirit which longs

spirit who calls

for oneness, union

push and pull

toward home

light love laughter

living

beyond existing

evolving.

within me

a thought,

calling to the universe

the four loves

door and key

sun and moon

searching mysteries

to find

the solution

to the equation

muse, in all forms

queen

of the universe

all energy

flowing abundantly

through me

and all

i am.

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Journal

the secret

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The greatest secret that I’ve learned is that happiness is born within.  It is a wonderful, energizing, real place that only I can summon from inside of myself.  After having the opportunity to experience so many elements that are supposed to bring happiness into my life, I have come to the profound knowledge that there is no source external to the self that will ever bring true and sustainable motivation, peace, evolution or ascension.  These are all gifts of the spirit.  Acknowledging them, receiving them, carrying them forward every into moment of existence.  Living in my light.

By Moonlight 2.3 : Show No Fear

The _mourning

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Awakening

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I needed to experience

The All

Wandering among stars,
hot summer,
late twilight.

Lost within

The chaos

Prayer, solitide

Roaming, heathen

Calling, seeking

divine powers

following trails,
seeking One.

Finally,

The Beacon

tiny diamond, in the night

Still there, ever hunting
restless, roaming

the call of the wild sounds

There is no answer back

Toward light, instead

Reflection,

Needed to
wander after the dusk.

Wanted to
scatter from the dawn.

Understand

WhyHowWhoWhat

Quick breath, lost thought, frenzied mind, untamed spirit

Am i.

I am.

Bound. Bonded.

Untethered. Freed.

Draw back

Reclaim

Awaken

Waiting. Wanting.

No longer willing
to submit

to fallen, sullen abandon

Hair out. Wild. Free.

Antenna up. Open, angled,

toward the cosmos

Today. I let go.

Surrender to the ether.

exhale,

draw peace.

Sound of rain. Roll of thunder. Beam of Sun. Shimmer of moon.

Balanced.

Ascended dreamer

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry

Today,

Posted on by iamlenise

I rise

mood, spirit

mild, tempered

seeking, waiting.

I must initiate

evolution

change, ascension

rebalance.

Yet

in all things

I am still

wife, queen

calling to

husband, king

For moments

For touch

For love

For companionship,

memories will not fade,

bonds will not bend,

destiny will not be held.

 

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Into the Light, Journal

Show no fear

Posted on by iamlenise

Finding Glory is not an easy task.

In truth, it is not a task in the strict sense of the word.

It is a journey, more like an experience,

overflowing with journeys within journeys.

I think a blessed soul, who is truly free, will have the opportunity

to experience many diverse lives and lifestyles

all at once.

They are within a flux of constant and grand evolution.

They are always experiencing the weight, the wonder, the phenomenon, the illumination

of Glory.

The Glow will be undeniable.

The Energy they attract immeasurable.

They will experience as much of Glory as can be understood and internalized within the limits of the fold of the experience we know as

Humanity.

The greatest of these travelers will realize this truth,

Some immediately,

Others over the course of an exciting, interesting, and unusual lifespan,

and will come to embrace this gift and this majesty.

Many are called, few are chosen.

And with that, I realize

Fear and the fear of myself,

My grand potential and purpose within Glory,

are my greatest mountains, my most formidable foes, my most intense struggles.

The solution is simple.

I must show no Fear.

I must only live in Light, Truth, Love.

These are the offspring of Glory, and

The promise that I keep, the secret that I guard, constantly

 

Q. Lenise Lee (forever rose, fleur-de-lis)

 

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Journal

I rise early

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Because creation is within me, and I am part of creation.

My spirit is lifted with the sun, and calmed with the cresting of the moon.

I am.  Part of movement of essence that binds all life as one, pulsing being.

I rise early, so that I may set my thoughts on course.

Heal.  Mend.  Sow.  Illumunate.

What is to come.

I do not rise alone.

I am.  With the one, the all, the source that ebbs and flows within, without, over, under, through.

I rise early, to feel the power moving my breath with purpose.

Peace.  Love.  Laughter.

To accept, to bond, to share.

I rise early to set paths of vibrant currents, ever forward, ever onward.  Homeward, bound.

 

Copyright 2018, Lenise Lee Pbn.

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Perspective. Goals. Peace.

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I woke up before dawn today.  Not unusual.  My sleep cycle is extremely short.

But today I was active.

Pulling my Spirit, body, mind, Consciousness and Awareness into one fluid and balanced state.

Something new.

I think exercise is more than just physical, it’s an entirely whole experience.

Building on that same energy throughout the day.

Sharing it when I can, but not depleting my own reserve of wholeness and purpose.

Shine bright.

Be a beacon.

Carry forward.

Journal July 2 2018.

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Answering the Call

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i have dreamed dreams

of moons rising

of suns setting

of worlds spinning, in reverse

around castles and mountains, laid waste

echoing cries

of gods and men, long-forgotten

heroes fallen

princes reborn

hearts pierced, yearning

rose petals scattered, waiting

to become whole

to sing

to surge

to soar

to touch the gates

of highest heaven

once more..

©iamlenise

Majestic Mountains. By NASA/JPL-Caltech/L. Allen (Harvard-Smithsonian CfA) via Wikimedia Commons

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Dispelling the darkness

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–

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go or stay

stand or run

dream forever or be irrevocably awake

see all in one surreal, aching flash or shut out everything

cast a shadow or illuminate every creeping crevice

follow the path of the sun or become enchanted by the lullaby of the moon

keep quiet or shout, until the words echo back

ringing my ears

tossing off the cloak of despair

healing the blind eye

cleansing the marred heart

awakening the senses

sharpening the mind

preparing the soul

taking the breath

freeing the body

releasing the full force of destiny

–

–

Have I imagined all this, or

Have I just opened the door to reality

–

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I know what I want to do

So why don’t I ever have the strength to do it

I feel the surge of infinite nature

The essence of a thousand glimmering suns

Racing through my veins

Yet the echo announces

Not yet

Steady yourself

Calm the storm

Lower the candle flame

The night is darker than it seems

Hide yourself behind me

Cloak yourself in the countenance of my wings

Shield yourself beneath my thoughts

Not because I despise your light

Because I want to protect it

Nurture it

Enhance it

Make it untouchable

From the reach of probing fingers

Which seek to extinguish it for always…

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We Are

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Writers.

Lovers.

Humble.

Bold.

Inspired.

Invincible.

Powerful.

Hopeful Romantics.

United in a Quest.

For Truth. Grace. Perfect Passion. Revelations.

Waiting to be heard.

Wanting to be held.

Willing to take a chance.

Hoping to be embraced.  As we are.

Find what you Love.

Seek what you Live for.

And never let go.

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Some will laugh.

Some will scoff.

Others will flash a green eye.

But we.

We know.

A brilliant and resilient New Dawn awaits.

Those who are brave enough.

To take One Step Forward.

Closer.

Toward the Magnificent.  Glorious.  Horizon.

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Special thanks to.. ambitiouspoet and melanie jean juneau for blessing me with the Always There When I Need You Award.  And ANOTHER Round of Smiles and Hugs to The Nomadic Soliloquist for a new quintet of awards.

This is a late announcement, but the joy is still overflowing :~)

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I can only think of one other person to extend this prize to.. tornadoday ..A wonderful and talented poetess.  Thank you, Dear Bobbi.  Your words truly inspire me.

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iamlenise