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Add to Tips jarAdd to Tips jarAdd to Tips jarLost in dreams,
I dare not, awaken
lest I forgot, the memory,
of true life, lived
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Q.
Love the sound of the morning,
where peace and anticipation reign free
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I want to, Create
and by creating, Live
and by living, Become
and by becoming, Find You
by finding you,
I, Find Myself
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Q. Lenise Lee
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
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Q. Lenise Lee
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
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Q. Lenise Lee
I sit and talk with The Universe every morning, yet the Grand Revelation remains elusive
I ramble on, words running from my mouth like overflowing buckets of wash water
Thoughts and plans, of grand adventures I have yet to pursue, of goals I have yet to complete
One after another, no ending near. A sentence with no stop or pause, for breath or insight
Then, this morning, I realized, to my shock and offense, it was only my words I heard bouncing back, echoing against the vastness of the open sky
The Universe sat there, silently, politely nodding, as one does to a child, that just won’t lay down for a nap, continues running on and on, with exhausting narration, in her mind, about all the things done before the nap, and all of things to be done after the nap, whilst conveniencelly escaping the act of the actual nap itself
My lips sealed, then poked. I became unloved, uncared for, unwanted, all in one rush of bottomless emotion
It was in that new silence, I discovered, truth.
In a wave of sound, first gentle, then immaculate, a crescendo, I heard The Universe speaking. The conversation continued on. It was never a tired monologue, but always a deep dialogue.
In the chirp of the bird, the whistle of the wind, the rustle of the brush, the chitter of squirrel, the roll of the river against the shore. There, I heard The Universe, its language plain and clear. Every answer to every question. Yet I had made my voice so loud that, until this very moment, I could not hear.
Q. Lenise Lee, 39744
If time is the distraction, then the moment is not the joy.
Q. Lenise Lee
In moments where the energy radiates BRIGHT, the call of Destiny sings
Q. Lenise Lee
Embrace the eternity within the moment
Q. Lenise Lee
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.
In the beginning
There they stood, hand in hand, on the very edge of an unknown and unnamed universe mere moments after its birth. Swirls of multicolored dust and lights scattered and danced across a blank canvas. In what would be known as seconds, clouds of galaxies, bubbling over with new life smaller than a fleck, burst forth. In every direction, tiny diamond pinpoints raced ahead, signaling that this new creation was very pleased with how its makers had designed it.
The male, fresh-faced with an ageless appearance, looked over and smiled at the female. He watched her eyes shine and marvel at what they had just done. This same scene had replayed countless times, yet the joyous glow hovering upon her lovely cheeks always brought a renewed sensation of warmth fluttering within his chest. When they worked their magic together, every time was better than the first.
With the tip of his finger, he moved a lock of her hair and gently tucked it behind her ear.
“What shall we do now?”
It always pleased him to follow her lead. He lived to make her happy. His very existence hinged upon filling her heart with glee.
She turned to him, her gaze swimming with unspoken adoration.
“I think we should make…love.”
The corners of his mouth quirked into an impish grin.
“As you wish.”
Turning to face the new dawn and the endless horizons stretching out before them, together they strolled forth. Their flawless forms became smaller and smaller until they stood within the boundaries of the world they had just sculpted. As one, as always, they were ready and restless to explore the shores of their newest homeland.
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iamlenise
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How do you think it all began?
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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.
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I will think of him no more
Except
As a passing thought
A fading memory
Of what once was
What was never to be
*iamlenise*
Answering the Call
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
Normalcy
I was.won’t.never.ever.will be
Needing everyone’s approval.
Ordinary. Simple. The Same.
Running with the pack.
Made to live an in-style life.
Always on the go.
Leaning on popular opinion.
~i was.am.always.will be lenise~
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Haunted
Tell me how to forget.
Tell me how to let go.
To make this go away.
Ease this burden.
Please tell me how to release this breath,
I have been holding deep within
For so long.
Frozen in time,
Deprived of air.
Tell me how much I need
To drown myself
In hopes
In dreams
In sorrows…
Endless words…
Before I can finally be free
Of this puzzling memory.
Just once.
Just this once…
Please…
Step out of my thoughts,
Fill this voided space
In the caverns of my heart —
Dispelling the darkness
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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
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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…
i can’t stop
thinking about the future. hoping to forget the past. struggling through the now.
no matter what. my heart beats strong. my spirit pulses free. my mind journeys beyond the moment.
a runner. waiting for the perfect race. counting down the seconds. taking the pose. head bowed. knees arched. fingers pressed into the earth.
ready?
set?
the world crawls to an aching stillness.
all of creation fixes into perfect silence.
the pop hits the air
stay the course
keep focused
pound the dirt until every limb burns
win.
there is no other choice
i can’t stop
until i touch the void
step across the finish
bring down the boundaries
break the binds
see the eternal light
i am
victorious.
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lenise
But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?
~Walt Whitman~
El Sol
.jpg "Malahide at Sunrise by Miguel Mendez via WikiCommons")
Don’t allow fear to overshadow your Inner Glow. Shine.
Elusive
Love is like a wandering summer breeze.
Warm.
Tempting.
Indulgent.
Can it ever truly be captured for always?
On This Morning
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.
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iamlenise
We Are
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
The hardest race I have ever entered is trying to outrun myself. Time and again, it proves to be an impossible path. ~iamlenise
Breathe Today
Open your heart
take a chance
feel the flow of life
forever begins
right now
Pink Twilight
Sunset after a sudden summer storm
..to capture a fleeing heart requires a miracle..who will be my savior? ~iamlenise
all around me
the wind whispers
promises my ears
are yet to hear
the sun reveals
glory my eyes
yearn to behold
the breeze quenches
thirst i never knew
consumed me
the morning song
swoons a sunken heart
with consoling melodies
a flicker..a tremble..a pulse..a beat..
..i..am..alive..
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iamlenise
beauty is
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simplicity
truth
radiance
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the inner glow
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what is beauty to you?
sunrise or sunset?
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you decide
the choice is yours
it always was
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which will it be?
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The Turning of the Key
Recently, a very nice fellow blogger extended to me the honor of receiving a bundle of awards..And along with those awards came a list of ten questions..very intriguing questions that seemed to be aimed right at my heart and mind..
As I read each one, I felt a sort of stirring in my soul..A kind of subtle euphoria..I had found another set of keys..
Who am I? The ever elusive question that I continually ponder, for it seems I am never the same person for more than a single moment at a time..
Like the wind, I wander and shift with the turn of the earth, rise and fall then rise again with all the changes..upheavals and spirals..towering mountains and refreshing streams..of life..of a day..of an instant..
Yet..I seek a wholeness..a certain peace that can only come from discovering the truth behind the reason of my existence..the purpose of being here and now..inhaling memories of a forgotten romance..exhaling dreams of tender caresses and sweet kisses..
The keys to solving the mystery of..I am..are scattered, but every new and unexpected experience seems to pull me ever closer toward encountering..embracing..becoming enraptured by..what awaits beyond the opening of the door..
..Alas, since I am such a quiet, slightly awkward girl..I am always reluctant to share too much of myself..This time, however, I felt the urge to reveal another layer of *me* ..at the very least..bits of who I think I am..who I would like to be..
..If it is your wish to do so..my answers are here..
Remember the garden
of delights. of temptations.
of cosmic forces. of terrestrial limitations.
of infinite answers. of ceaseless questions.
of living waters. of draining pools.
of heralds. of light-bearers.
of divinity. of agony.
of rise. of fall.
for you. for me.
the garden remembers
If I could be…
..love..hope..beauty..silence..wishes..dreams..mysteries..secrets..desires..truth..life..freedom..
the key
just me
lenise
Strange Waters
“‘Water.” So much meaning in a simple sound… ‘Survival is the ability to swim in strange water….we must find the currents and patterns in these strange waters…if we are to survive.’” from Frank Herbert’s Dune
365.2
sibylline
if i could awake
with new eyes
understand the way
behold the new moon
discover the key
this type of thinking
could change me
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forever
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no soy el único
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lenise
Ever Wonder?
What else could there be?
What else awaits me?
Una Rosa
buscar la tecla
Share with me
your secrets
Reveal to me
my destiny
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~lenise~
On Waking
Forget what is past..Embrace what is to come..
Looking at the moon
Like a child…with eyes pinned on the silver coin hovering within the folded cape of a starless night…I keep a constant vigil …an aching feeling that what I’m searching for…something…a wink? a smile? a nod? …will manifest…A face…a name…a purpose…a reason…Me…But who am I against the backdrop of eternity? At the beginning (and the end) of the day…of the moment…of all that is and will ever be…Where do I fit in?…Was I ever meant to?
~lenise~
The Perfect Kiss
Has such an event ever existed? Has such a myth ever rang true? What dragons must a hero slay? What sacrifice must a maiden make? What river must be crossed? What valley must be traveled? What sweet serenade must be played? Before heart-stopping, pulse-pounding, chest-quivering love finally pours forth and breathes soul-stirring enchantment into one eternally-blissful, divinely-inspired…
kiss
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~lenise~
Vitamin R -or- Use the Key
what did i miss?
what word – phrase – pause – did i miss?
that would make everything – me – make sense.
pause
i’ve heard this – before – where?
why didn’t i notice – pause – then?
turn it off – pause – or turn it up?
shake off the deep – sleep – pause
or fall further?
touch – the mirror – step through?
in the end (or the beginning)
I will be, what I will be.
dusk – or – pause – dawn?
invisible – to some.
mystery – to others.
never quite what I – am
ever imagined
all
would become – pause
closure
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…..
