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In The Wisps Of The Wind - for Willow
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In The Wisps Of The Wind - for Willow |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada 
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To Willow With Love - 05/2002 © Mysteria 2002  Press to Play Bruce DeBoer's ~* Illusions *~ ~* In The Wisps Of The Wind *~ Again, she whispers to me in the wisps of the wind saying, “Imagine if you will, today is your last day on earth.” “Tell me of all the happiness in your, what do you remember most about being alive?” “Be very quiet and still, look around you, tell what you really see?” Quickly I turned to answer, but in that split second she vanished. Was it my imagination or this constant need to see her that makes me think I hear her, and answer these tests the games that she played that I knew so very well? I began to conjure up all kinds of images, hoping that if play her game she will reappear. I wonder on the last day of earth , what the rain would feel and taste like, would I even notice that which I never knew before? Would the smells of the world become amazing and wonderful, with the sweetness of the earth’s breath? Would the wind be cold, harsh, gentle or as warm the womb that protected me as I first entered the world? Would the ocean rage with anger, or be calm in knowing that this day was its last tide? The simple taste of water suddenly becomes so refreshing in my mind, awakening me. This simple gift from nature I took for granted and now I mourned its imminent loss. Around me I search for nature's beauty, the trees, animals, birds, the simple sound of life, as my senses magnify hoping to stop this time from rushing by me. Would a smile seem warmer, a hug more precious, a kiss of loved ones become the seal of our love everlasting? How unimaginably wonderful this game of her is. Would I forgive all my enemies, and would they too forgive my wrongdoings? Would there be an end to judgment, and equality the world's final reality? “What colors do you see, paint me a picture of what you see?” I turned just as a dove so blindingly white took off in flight. Oh the colors! How brilliant. They were magnificant, like a fresh palette and I was the painter. So many hues, and shades began to paint my mind's path, and the unknown journey that would lie before me. “You've spent bare moments my friend thinking of your demise, can you see how very precious the gift of life truly is?” she said. “All that is important in life was yours all along and always will be you just forget to look for it. Open your heart, open your eyes to the wonder of it all, awaken your artistic vision whether it is in your painting, writing, singing, but whatever it is, awaken it. Shout loudly so all can hear you, and sing too, Today is the last day of the rest of your life, see it, feel it, smell it, live it!” I wanted so badly to reach and touch her, dissolve this apparition, this ache so very precious to me and now I can only reach her by stilling my subconscious, and slowing it to the point of silence. Then I realized that is why I had this angel looking over me, and those around me also had their own angels. Their job is to awaken us to this knowledge to simply live life. Angels still us, for it is only in our ability to quiet ourselves in our surroundings that we are truly able to awaken from our personal storms to see and feel the warmth of the sun. In the distance I heard a whisper in the wisps of the wind... "Today is the last day of the rest of your life my friend, live it!"  Remember to hug someone you love today! [This message has been edited by Mysteria (05-27-2002 03:25 AM).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Another beautiful tribute and inspire from your bond with her. This is a lovely reminder of what we, (of human nature) seem to find so hard to practice in day to day life and strife... take nothing for granted... love and live each day as if it were your last.... seems like it should be so easy to do. |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
quote: This touched me deeply, Sharon. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Mysteria, yet another beautiful and lasting tribute to Willow...beautiful... this touched me deeply. ~Hugs~ |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Then I realized that is why I had this angel looking over me, and those around me also had their own angels. Their job is to awaken us to this knowledge to simply live life. Angels still us, for it is only in our ability to quiet ourselves in our surroundings that we are truly able to awaken from our storms to see and feel the warmth of the sun. In the distance I heard a whisper in the wisps of the wind... How true this is Sharon…how true. I’ve no doubt she would truly be proud to be the inspiration for this. Beautiful. Everything is possible in the game of life |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 OK, I will! (BIG HUGGGSSSSSSSSS) God Bless You, sweet friend, I know now Willow will always be safe in His hands just as she will always love you and never forget you with all her heart! (sigh) This has me flooding inh tears now, my heart is always with you, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Sharon, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Willow whispers some pretty great advice. Thank you for sharing her with us. Hugs, dear carpe diem poet. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Thank you all for bearing with me as I do these poems on Sundays, actually Kacy I think she is my conscience, more than my angel LOL. Thank you all again. There is nothing means more to me than |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Conscientious Angel she is, continuing to touch you so that you might in turn touch others...and that is how the soul is remembered... I encourage everyone who has the proper equipment to go ahead and play the music with the poem...Mysteria does nothing half-way, and it is a most appropriate piece, for a most magnificent poem.... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sharon, A touching write I will remember. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
today is the last day of your life - live it. What magnificent words. They really touched me. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Flutterwings Member
since 2001-07-10
Posts 288Maine |
In the silence of your thoughts she is with you ~ Everytime you feel the tickling of the wind against your body ~ She embraces you ~ She seems to inspire you, with every breath you take ~ How fortunate you are to have an Angel at your side always ~ A gentle read that needs a special page ~ You are one talented special lady Sharon.   Maggie |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Sharo, it is wonderful that you have so much continued love and communication with your dear friend. And this is great advice for all of us. Sandra |
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Nan
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
"Today is the last day of the rest of your life"... equally as "Today is the first day of the rest of your life"... Live it to its fullest... A dichotomy of truth - This is a wonderful piece, Sharon... |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Would the wind be cold, harsh, gentle or as warm the womb that protected me as I first entered the world? Would the ocean rage with anger, or be calm in knowing that this day was its last tide? I often think these same thoghts, Sharon This is a beautiful tribute to your friend, Willow...and its also laced with a lot of wisdom. ~ wise hugsLyra |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Once again, thank you all for reading with me, and you have to admit she does keep us all thinking and on our toes about enjoying this wonderful thing we call life! There is nothing means more to me than |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sharon My heart understands this vision, this lovely Willow, an angel I think in life, as well as death. Heart hugs to you! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Inspiring...James |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You know every time I need advise there she is, uninvited half the time, but there LOL. Thanks for reading. There is nothing means more to me than |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Conscience or not....I think this is something we all should think of....Beautiful words Sharon...wonderfully written. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Magnus thank you and yes - she was a pretty smart gal in her moments  Thank you. |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Thank you for making me stop and ask myself what I would miss and appreciate. I appreciate your poem. |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
Ahhh... so beautiful... I wonder on the last day of earth , what the rain would feel and taste like, would I even notice that which I never knew before? Would the smells of the world become amazing and wonderful, with the sweetness of the earth’s breath? I so like this part... I'm forever making my sister laugh because I ask her, as we are digging a bed for her rosebushes - OHHHH do you SMELL that dirt? How wonderful! - or if it is about to rain - I smell rain - do you smell it? And this weekend we went to the coast - and I kept saying how good the salt smelled, and she said she only smelled barbecue *LOL*... I love your poem - such truth and beauty combined. ...and her crown was formed by the ice in her eyes |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Gemini ~ I think you reminded yourself! IceQueen ~ Boy that name sure doesn't suit you right now, a gal after my own heart, and yes dirt smells great! Thanks for the read. There is nothing means more to me than |
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