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It is only when we truly know and understand we  have  endless time

we decide to live in the present to bring heaven down to earth~

You ask me where I am? I am doing just that! While living and enjoying it!

~Namaste To All~

...and to all

~ A Goodnight! ;-)

Hello There!  The name is playful (as in the innocence of a child), Passion (as in poetry is my passion)... No matter what type of innuendo's you try to make of my name. This is my reason for choosing this name and

I LOVE IT!

Now with that being said- I now welcome you to my "Authors Page". I've been here for 3yrs

and have enjoyed every minute of it. Please enjoy these words I lay

before you, share this smile as I tell you alittle about me!

first thing I am impervious!

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My son Rob & I asked each other through email
"Think of one word that would describe me"

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"Powerhouse!" 
 
Rob's response~ "Amazing"
(Don't get mushy on me)

I Glanced upon a face today
chasing all of my scattered emotions
to places called Neverland.

His crystals -
record keepers,
always changing hues.
How I would delve into their shapes
look upon the ancient scribings sealed.

Revelations-
Awakenings-
would be my ultimate treasure.

No harm to either of us

would be gained.

High curves of the brow
-perfectly raised 
giving way to a
better view 
of his tomorrows
though fading they may be. 

Glimpse seedings
of distant hope
 and would love to
gather them into
the graces of his garden

-nourish them secretly..

The canvas of his wisdom
I seek to trace every thought line,
 beckon his knowledge,
    to twist these views of mine.

The curve of his jawline
- an artist's undercurrent of caresses

His lips form of such delight,
 how I long to pull them in
with melodies and mantras,
 -the gateway of his hymns

(Watch the moonbeams smile again)

To touch within the dip of his chin
and rest upon his strength.

To trace the curls of fur
 rest my hand on his heartbeat.
Connection -
to the inner most
sanctum chamber
~and sway freely
to the beat of his rhythms.

Bathing his beaten heart
in warm colours
of  love,
for healing.

Flower him in silken petals
fragranced with
 cherished memories.

Captivating our awareness
lifetime after lifetime.

Metaphorically-
  appreciating him 
   and the gentle whispers
                          from his 
                              altruistic soul~

"Heaven is under our feet                                 

                                  as well as over our heads."        

                                                                                   -- Thoreau       

                             Let me lie upon your breast                             

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One by one~

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pulling the petals

of malnourishment.

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Allow the dis-ease

of negativity to drift away.

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Gentle waves

of lotus love breezes upon thy heart-

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While I balance your body

of emotions {released}

Kissing your wounds

of wealthy wear.

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{The removal of heart scars}

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Your essence unfolds

of your totality,

as I polish your energetic field.

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Devoted to your Divine Matrix~

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I invoke the new keys opening

your spiritual dimensions

of the purest love for you~

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Revealing reflections

of soul-self

                     ~~loving you

Here are a few beautiful poems written for me,

by some wonderful friends

Joy is a joy! 

 Her sweet tender presence
Settling the movement of the earth
Making the foundation gel
Into as perfect a place as possible
With the face of a heavenly host
And body like a goddess
She melts the heart
With her smile
Her style
Sassy and sophisticated
Coddle her
With tender traces
Of enticing touches
She is real
No pretense
Poised
Polished
Positioned to the tee
An earth angel
Ever-ready
To pass forward goodness
To all that she encounters
The day she was born
God made the sun shine
Just a little brighter
A perfect June day
Mid 70's
With a tropical breeze
The Creator knew that
This gift would embrace many

May all that is blessed
Wrap itself
In a the biggest scarlet bow
And be placed at her feet  

Joy is a joy
I am grateful she was born.

By my dear friend: Poetryality 

Playful Passion~ 

          Pretty as the summer sunrise
                            Light and love, her heart always shares
                  And you can see, her dreamy eyes
                  Years of beauty, no-one compares
                Full of passion, and love she gives
                         Underneath blue moons, she'll be there
            Loving unique, her life she lives
      Penetrating souls so sincere
               As beauty flows from lovely lines
                    Sexy, are the songs she pens here
         Seductive, yet she's so divine
                            Into the depths, your pain she'd bear
              Open your eyes, read her and see
Nourishing us all tenderly
                                      By; poeticweaver 

                                         Timothy

The Unknown
is where it lies

Uncertainty
will never be

A calloused
exhausted spirit

Now

I ask
to be free
from the torture,
the wreckage

from my soul

Give life
to us

and
let us soar

allowing

our lives
to be
fullfilled

The ocean
of love 
basking
within us

 [trophies]

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