…..where beats a miracle? The heart never thinks; it doesn’t have to. Where I see a miracle. The eye never blinks; for it is truth. This miracle that is you that sings within…calling you. This miracle which is being you. That plays with light it shines, its painting grace across your face and rests it on your smile. This glow where flows your love,… tickles, my kindle lighthouse charming chimes with mine. Do you feel me laughing through our giggling warmth? Do you feel my breath upon your cheek, where shares the life of me? This misty sea whence I see this comedy, always loving me. Ever speaks to me, for miracles never needs, where lips ever kiss the now. Where hears her song her sound, that plays my melody exquisitly….somehow. This miracle, that hugs my heart to kiss my brow. Where tastes the ferlie off my plate of gape this day. Yeah, this miracle that brings me home again….where beats a miracle happening…where beats …..where beats….where….w..here here ….. be
Randy Quickfall ღƪ(ˆ◡ˆ)ʃ ☼
I see your smile
I sense your depth
I see your now upon your breath
I read these words
I see the man
upon the stage
with his hand
upon his heart
open wide
speaking his soliloquy
sing your song my friend
so glad to be part of the audience
watching you fly
A miracle we all wish for, yes?
we are the miracle….
life has evolved into us..
we are the miracle of life
we just are only now becoming aware at a greater rate
I just hope we get to see the fruits of our labors
Thankyou Diana, I always appreciate your comments ☼
I do believe in miracles; the recent amazing photo I captured by accident in France last week is a good example of a miraculous happening.
But miracles are all around us every day: life. I had a brand new queen bee hatch in my hand a few days back, from one of my hives. The hardest miracle to accept is that we are loved by a loving God, whatever we do, whatever and whoever we are.
x
Thankyou for your comment Viv. Yes, your photo from your post, “Miracle at Mont Saint Michel” http://zenandtheartoftightropewalking.wordpress.com/2010/06/02/miracle-at-mont-saint-michel/ … is indeed, a miraculous one! Very special!! I really enjoyed reading this post, as I do everything you have wrote that I have read so far. Like you, I too have been experiencing some very interesting things that have been happening to me lately. It seems that the universe is preparing my heart to serve in the arts! And, …the road is being revealed to me daily! Wow! When the universe finds an open door, it wastes no time in taking advantage of it! With me, my writing appears to have open some doors….and the big one is, the door to my heart. Did you have similar experiences too after you started publishing your writing? ☼
I’m not sure really. In some ways, the decision to start blogging came after creating an empty space in my life, and by a series of coincidences, I was led to blogging.
But the effect of blogging on me and my life has been profound: I’ve made good friends and I’ve also discovered that finding my voice publicly has benefitted many others with what I have to say. That’s a massive discovery. It’s too easy to foregt we have something to say to the world that others need to hear; we get locked into our own silent world.
Well said my friend; I couldn’t agree with you more! I often feel that what we have to say, once released to the world, knows just how to find the ears that is most ready to hear; as though, the words sprout wings to fly where they may. By the way, your comment on watching a new queen bee hatch in your hand, I found that very interesting! In fact, I feel as though I could write a whole post on that very thing! You know, I just may…. ☼
You do that!
Chacun de nous attend l’amour.
Il faut espérer l’amour.
Car les pensées ouvrent le chemin .
aime vos mots Vanbelle … et tellement vrai … on va dans le sens de notre objectif ☼ღ
I know not what that says
but I do know
it is full of love
This is what Vanbelle said my dear friend:
Everyone waits for love.
Hopefully love.
For the thoughts open the path.
Of which I agreed with her and said that we go in the direction of our focus ☼ღ
Notre vie est-elle ainsi dirigée?
Sommes-nous libres de nos choix ou bien sommes-nous poussés vers notre sort,somme-nous des aveugles qui ne pouvons rien?
Translation:
Our life is she headed?
Are we free our choices or are we being pushed to our fate, about us blind people who can do nothing?
On aime d’abord par hasard,par jeu,par curiosité,pour avoir dans un regard lu des possibilités.
Et puis comme au fond soi -même on s’aime baucoup,si quelqu’un vous aime,on l’aime par conformité de goût.
Translation:
We love first by chance, for fun, curiosity, to be read in light of the possibilities.
And then as the substance itself baucoup we love each other, if someone loves you, you love by conformity of taste.
tђคภк¥☼ü Vanbelle for your insightful words. 🙂 Randy ღƪ(ˆ◡ˆ)ʃ ☼
Randy.. Beautiful poetry. every breath we take is a miracle; every moment is filled with miracles; the universe is a miracle… And being in the now is being in a miracle..
Loved it.
cheers
Your blog handle ‘inciteme’ intrigues me. LOL!!!
tђคภк¥☼ü again Sitaraman 🙂 Once again, sorry for the delayed response…I went through an email change so there were a few notifications I didn’t get …all is well now though. Yes, I couldn’t agree with you more…every moment we exist IS a miracle and how we choose to live the miracle is yet another miracle t☼☼! Thanks again my friend! Oh, and thanks for your comment on my blog handle 😉 lol!! Randy ღƪ(ˆ◡ˆ)ʃ ☼