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Soaring Solo

spirit guide

Morning coffee on the veranda
Sun sparkling diamonds across still water
Reflecting and questioning her needs and wants
Completely alone with only her thoughts

She thought about him across the miles
Flying solo on that rocky coast
Yoga at sunrise with no care in the world
Guided solely by his internal light

What was it that she wanted
Why had she reached for him
The question with no answer
Haunting both their minds

She stepped to the edge of the veranda
Leaned out over the rail
Raised her face to the heavens
Head-to-toe kissed by the sun

A quiet resolve washed over her being
As a voice inside whispered softly . . .

“N o t h i n g”

It was enough to knock
And have him open the door
To know he’s still out there
Put their past to final rest

Touched in his words
Transported by his voice
Offering genuine forgiveness
Having it accepted fully

Her smile radiated
From the inside out
As slowly she turned
Leaving her secret spot

That space of solitude
Where she throws it all out
Her spirit guide answering
In the form of a majestic hawk

©2013 jillterry │jillterry.com

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ELEMENTS

When great expectations
Fall short of delivery
Needs and wants
Remain unfulfilled

Wishes and dreams
Turn to imagination
Tears and pain
Are all too real

Search for the River
Without any banks

For life is precious
Time too short

We shouldn’t waste
What elements of each
We currently possess

Though it might not be
Exactly what we want

What we dream
What we imagine
What we hope
What we live for

Forced to embrace
Search for sanctity
Bending time
Feigning happy

It’s not right or wrong
It just is what it is
So we struggle to survive
Whatever way we can

Because only change can happen
When we change our selves

© 2011 Jill Terry


Multi-purpose

He uses them for everything
They often don’t mean anything
He leaves them with nothing

Varying degrees of his
Needs or wants
Determine the depth
He is forced to
Or willing
To go

Gluttony being his
Favored sin
He feasts upon
Their emotional
Need

Savoring the flavor
Of collective fear
Seasoned lightly
With his own

Desire but a word
Ecstasy a button
Easily pushed
With a pressured curve

The same spot every time
No matter the shape
The age
The size

Something he mastered
Way back when
Delighting in the power
Necessary for his
Survival

Giving them everything
Filling them up
Leaving them empty
To drown in their
Sorrow

© jillterry


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