Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Journal

My third eye opens to a fourth, dimensions unfold and expand

I must not allow, these things

to infiltrate, my heart

disrupt, my mind

distract, the movement, of my spirit

All things pass, expect, those which are

Right and true.

I choose now

which I stand, in the midst of

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Q

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry
Standing in the delicious chill, early morning fleeing elsewhere
Grey dawn overhead, hot mug in hand
Birds worshipping the new day, squirrels restless with play
Awake, awaken, awakening, I am.
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Q
Posted in Bad poetry

borrowed and blue

fleeting and fickle

anxious and amazing

wandering and wanting

exciting and ethereal

…the energy and magnetism, of life unfolding

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Q

 

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry

I am.

Reborn in the morning,

settled at eventide.

In balance.

As one,

with the Universe.

All things that were.

All things that are.

All things that will be.

I am.

Art and artist.

Creation and creator.

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.

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Q. Lenise Lee

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Uncategorized

I want to

feel

light in

my eyes

and listen

to the nothingness

and fullness of

the morning

Moments are

filled

to the brim of

breaking while

I want to lose time

or have

time lose

me

whichever

is least binding

most

fulfilling

to feel

fully

alive

.

Q. Lenise Lee

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Journal

I believe in the ether

and the void

and the light

and in everything in between

 

I have the day in my head

and in my hands

caught up in my heart

and in my spirit

 

I believe in rest

and in motion

 

I believe in small, carefully planned steps

I believe in giant, careless leaps

 

I believe in the impossible

made possible

 

I believe in the infinity

of this moment

 

I was made to create

to define

to refine

to be

to become

 

One in All, All in One

 

~

Q. Lenise Lee

 

Posted in Bad poetry

The _mourning

Not sure of the date

not because of

confusion or

lost mind

Just haven’t

focused on

time

or the passing, of it

Any one?

living?

in this current

age

(realizes)

things

are

somewhat

askew_

the days are

reflections.

of what we

manifest.

_within_

try to mask?

inside

_

Nature tells

no lies.

Weather

by natural order or

by humankind’s

folly!

Summer

short

brutal

turbulent

chaos roaming

#untethered

Winter

icy

@eternity

relentless

unforgiving

apathetic

These mournings*

lately

blank gray slates

sunless skies

moonless nights

no planets to align

bright boldness

of possibilities

seem fleeting

I think.

What have we?

done

Mother Nature

Father Time

flee from us

hurriedly,

Casting no glance

behind.x

 

Q. Lenise Lee

 

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

Show no fear

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

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.

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Journal

Perspective. Goals. Peace.

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.

Posted in Journal

On This Morning

Tropinin Girl with roses. Vasily Andreevich Tropinin. 1850.

I want today to be a fresh start.

I want to open my opens and see possibilities, not dead ends.

On this morning, I want to be Free to be happy, content, hopeful.

I need to feel my Spirit overflowing with radiance, touched by a spark of Divinity.

Whatever I accomplish in these small hours, if it be one small task or the moving of a great mountain, may my works have Meaning.

May my one Smile bring joy to as many people as it touches, and as many who will receive the love hiding within its gleam.

Today, I want to Believe. I want to Live. I want to Soar beyond the Great Heavens.

~

iamlenise

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Journal

Song of the Morning..Morning Song

Of all the snapshots I have, from vacations long gone, this is my favorite moment in time…Whenever I’m suffering some silent agony or held in the strong grip of an aching frustration, my mind always wanders back to this day…one of the most wonderous views I have ever experienced…with forever stretching out before me, admiring creation and all her glory…I love when the clouds do funny back flips across the contrasted skyline…I feel…alive, breathing, as if being drawn toward a cosmic threshold…So here I stand, posing, watching…waiting…for the morning song…the song of the morning…..

at_the_beach_2008_LL♥

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Sunrise in my heart

I was up before sunrise this morning…I even out-raced the birds for a chance at witnessing the birth of dawn over the eastern horizon, lol.  I could easily assume it was my nagging allergies that pulled me from a tangle of dreams, but I choose to believe it was more than a simple twitch from sneaky pollen that opened my eyes and kick-started a buoyant optimism deep within me…I haven’t felt joy this intense touch my heart in many waking days.  I have no way of foretelling what will transpire five minutes from now, much less the entire day, yet I feel so happy and hopeful at this moment.  I even found a great theme song to listen to…Fist pumping and air drums at 5 AM are an awesome way to start the day…at least in  my humble opinion 🙂  This is a peace so beautiful and genuine that I wanted to share it with as many others as possible.  Stranger or friend, I wish the same renewal of mind and spirit for you today as well..Smiles, hugs, kisses, laughs, and lots of love to all during this new day on planet Earth..LL♥