August 16 2018 Maya Angelou BEYOND FEAR

My words …..

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Out of suffering
Contraction or expansion
Break open or down.
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Out of suffering
Can ooze pervasive darkness
Interring the heart.
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Out of suffering
Can flow tremendous beauty
As the shell breaks wide.
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Out of suffering
Let me choose to breath the fire
And rise triumphant.

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With gratitude to Maya Angelou for a life oh so well lived. She is an example of true woman, strong human, good heart and good intention. Ruminating on the children’s poem she wrote LIFE DOESN’T FRIGHTEN ME juxtaposed to the life she was given to live. She rose triumphant from circumstances that might have diminished another. She rose with love in her open hand, giving freely to all.
Maya Angelou home page: 
https://www.mayaangelou.com/

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LIFE DOESN'T FRIGHTEN ME
poem by Maya Angelou

Life Doesn't Frighten Me
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all

Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn't frighten me at all

Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don't frighten me at all

Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn't frighten me at all.

I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won't cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild

Life doesn't frighten me at all.

Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn't frighten me at all.

Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don't frighten me at all.

That new classroom where
Boys all pull my hair
(Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls)
They don't frighten me at all.

Don't show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I'm afraid at all
It's only in my dreams.

I've got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.

Life doesn't frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.

Life doesn't frighten me at all.

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August 15, 2018 WARRIOR and GOD'S LITTLE ONE

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Through lineage – warrior!
Through mind – sharp laser focus.
Through heart – God’s little one.

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Bow slung on my shoulder and quiver full of arrows along side the bow. Ever are we ready, to turn and focus intention and attention in the direction of the true heart.
In my art room, sitting on the floor and leaning against other pieces – a small painting that thus far (after 15 plus years) has never felt quite complete. A few times it has been hung on the wall as I ruminate on the piece. It is of an archer – pulling back on an arrow set in place on the bow. I do not show the archer’s face – yet I know – he is looking out with long vision far off and honing-in on the direction to let the arrow fly. He is not in a hurry. He is slow. He is methodical in his looking whereby he seeks to truly see and know the absolute focal point needed to hit target. There is no string on his bow. None is needed as it is his will-power and focus which will ultimately guide the arrow to its true home.
Someday this piece will be complete. Whether the canvas piece is completed is another question entirely. Ha!

We got this! We were born for this time. As warriors traveling through time, space and incarnation, we look out through eyes given to kindness and ‘thank you’. All is unfolding just as it should. We wait and prepare for the moment shown to us to step forward – raise our bows and with drawn arrow – shoot.

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“Read a little.
Meditate more.
Think of God all the time.”

— Paramahansa Yogananda

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