Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged enlightenment, freedom, God, illumination, inspiration, liberation, poem, Poetry, spirituality, truth on October 8, 2016| 16 Comments »
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He cuts away gold-threaded robes,
rips the collar from his voice,
kicks away the leaded boots
and finds that he can dance
beyond the trappings
of the mortar
and the folly of prestige.
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And as he breaks the bindings
that had camouflaged his heart
he finally sees
the great divine
shining from the mirror
and meets himself.
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(c) 1996, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged evolution, inspiration, Instinct, mountain, mythology, path, poem, Poetry, seeking, spirituality, Trees on October 1, 2014| 6 Comments »
How hard it is to see
the highest mountain for the trees
until we hear the ancient knock
of thunder sky and molten rock.
We tear away the mossy veil
that had long concealed the trail
just to find the climb is steepest
where the waterfall is deepest
and it seems we’re almost there
when we breathe the rarest air
beyond the earth, into the sun
where we learn we’ve just begun.
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(c) 1994, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(another oldie)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged dreams, inspiration, interruption, muse, words on September 8, 2011| Leave a Comment »
I ask, why now
this smooth adrenalin fit,
these dreams
of hearts and tongues
that seal our magnet words?
Why now this low flutter?
Oh tender muse,
I pray you find me too
in this sweet swoon.
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(c) 1994, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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