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Feeling love begin...........

Heart swells inside chest,

Blood of adornment beats,

Journeys along vines,

Love creeps, begins to weep,

joy,

Vowels beget verbs,

Softly whispered, souls speak,

Seeds of truth leap,

Blooms surge,

love leaps,

Dancing on air,

Still life Lingers,

On scented air,

Words unforced,

Origins electric source,

Conduit knowing,

Love 's here Home is near,

Cerebral dances,

Mind chances,

Unlocking fear holds key,

Souls weep,

Truth see,

Your reflection in me,

Contentment's ease, free,

I and thee,

Love creeps,

begins to weep joy.

copyright RM2008

I've been thinking about grace.....moving gracefully, patiently, peacefully; with purpose.. in my own way. Constantly connecting, being present and aware in and of my journey. Truly feeling the small intricate breaths of life gently swaying at my neck. Knowing , appreciating celebrating that this life, today, truly is a gift... it is my own choosing.. the road, the attitude, the approach in which i take and care for my journey, my destiny. I am thinking about grace......

When i was flying..... Up here between the layers, at 49,000 feet. My heart is clear my mind is free.. between the clouds, metal winged arms of fate.. the captain say's "were are ready for descent" I want to stay though, and hover for awhile.. between the layers of clouds, The layers of my life......

The subtlety of it; between the layers.. You are not getting the subtlety of it she says it is based in fear, For wanting to speak my truths; ringing her phone, waiting to talk, wanting her near, I did want to talk; I did want her near, to hear me speak as I tried to address my thoughts, As I try to address the confusion I wear, Fear of what I asked; she could not explain, I have been in deep thought, Listening to her, the language she wears, The grammar of her fears, I take time to think about it and try to pen it here, As I reason and question the meaning, her words I hear, You are not getting the subtlety of it it is based in fear, I am guilty by reaching out complacently, As, I have grown accustomed to, late night retreats; how we've cultivated nearness ,dearness, Between the distance that separates us , I am contemplating her words, By examining my actions, addressing my "fears", What was I thinking or not thinking at the time, What was I wanting . to speak, Selfishly, fatigued not thinking and looking at hand Realistically now I see, blinded by my need for security, That we had always talked before we went to sleep, Getting tripped up in her words and what they came to mean to me, Blurred my vision, I saw what I wanted to see, And missed the subtlety in the layers, the meaning in between, Perhaps, based in fear, anxiety, that I was poised to speak, My words when I was ready to, not realizing The selfishness of the time .. Copyright RM2008

********Deadline revised to JUNE 30, 2008****** Call for short story submissions and personal essays # 2;......Anthology to be published; Are you a woman who has grown up without your father, Want to give voice to your story? How has this shaped your life, what impact would you say this has had on your development...how do you believe this may/may not have contributed to the way in which you move about in your life and in the world? Please send submissions by email to randommcfarland@yahoo.com Submission criteria: Stories should be no more than 12, 000 words in length and should not have been previously published. Stories should address your "experience around growing up without your father and the impact it has had in your life. Stories should be doubled spaced Stories should be no more than 12pt. font Submissions must received by June 30, 2008 Submissions must include authors contact information, (email, phone and mailing address).

Blood seeds, Un-met needs, Reconstituted dreams, Overflowing streams, Blurred reams, Still hope, Family ties, Positioned on vines, Distant stories bloom, Oral highs, Strung out, On hope, Mother may I, Wish I might, Gaze upon, Your star tonight, Fixed, my eyes, High, Upon hope Daughter, daughter, Listen near, Of whom you are, Shall not fear, History's bond, Fixed on faith, And hope. Copyright RM 2008

Remembering blood on vines, Reminiscent of time, Copious words spoken, As a child, Skipping rope, Choking on hope, Long love lines, Unwinding mind, Desperate times, Mentors drunk, Hippity- hop Johnny Walker Scotch, Delirium . stop, Chasing dreams, Memories reams, Uncovering Incandescent scenes, Closer to find, Layers, between the mean . Copyright RM2008

When life pours out in determination,

Skin breathes, lacks hesitation,

Travelling deeply, freely in absence of destination,

You find yourself there, where you intend to be,

It's the raw energy that cradles you,

Your true spirit wakes you.., takes you,

Shakes you and asks you to greet your destiny,

To live without hesitancy,

In the absence of fear you allow yourself to be,

When able to love with pure intent,

Carefully crafted purposefully,

In vivid detail devotedly,

Held in trust universally, energetically,

You find your soul reflected in what you receive,

Manifesting consciously,

Freely guided compassionately towards Devotion,

Collectively moving symbiotically,

The bond of contentment cradles you,

Peace, trust and support enable you,

To find yourself there with who and where you're meant to be,

A reflection of each other's soul validation... home,

Found manifesting equally,

Copyright RM2008