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ABOUT TO SUCCUMB by Maureen Lancaster

How do you find yourself once you realize that you have become so deeply lost that you are ready to take that last breath: the one before you succumb to the tar-sands of fear and despair which are dragging you-ever so relentlessly-under? 
You dig deep, really deep, to find within yourself the understanding that only YOU have the power to let the past be released, in order to allow the present to heal, and the future to unfold with hope and trust as your soul journeys along through life's lessons.
For me, the vision of that quagmire tar's grip as I slipped off the rock that I was desperately clinging to, still resonates and reminds me of the days past; not only of how helpless I felt, but more of how empowered I was slowly becoming during those initial gathering moments of strength. For it was in the struggle that i realized how strong my will was.  
ABOUT TO SUCCUMB...(a series of Tankas) Maureen Lancaster
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SPRING RAIN by Tammy Takahashi


by Tammy Takahashi

When the rain burst forth From the stormy sky, And I threw my arms out wide And arched my back deeply, As far as it would go, It wasn’t for the heavens, Or the sorrows we all know.
There was only this moment, Clouds gathered dark, Now ready to explode, And I, out alone on a walk, Ready to meet the offering Washing over my skin, Tricking down to my toes.
I imagined all my questions Seeping into the ground, And gingerly entered the space Newly opened in my mind To discover that it, too, was sky, And that I could embrace it With every dream I could find.
I ran on the sopping leaves, Danced from tree to tree, As each of them taught me How to stand proud and pure Between the giddy conversations Flowing from ground and sky, How to be me, to find the free.

Tammy Takahashi is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us.Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. …

THE DESCENT by Rachel Lyon

The Descent
by Rachel Lyon

The wet, dripping walls of this cave I stroke on my decent into the inner chambers barefooted and disrobed
The cold air brushes my shoulders as the empty space sucks me into its womb
where no light penetrates and no flower grows where shadowsemanate
The cave of my desires The impregnation of my dreams I turn in this expanse of space  fingertips stroking nothingness 
Down here I am reborn  My mind manifests beauty onto dark, shiny walls The projector  illuminates  the deep fantasies of life
A woman descends  in her underground chamber  to be reborn again and again
To bring light to the world as the light barer A new egg gifted to her palms gently folding to cup her desires that overflow everlastingly to her lips she swallows the divine
She takes darkness into herself and births light ascends upon a new moon night

Rachel Lyon: I have been writing poetry since childhood, as a means of recording my feelings. I spiritually awoke when I was 20, while visiting Arizona and have pursued my writing …


There is a thought that ideas and inspiration come in from a source higher than ourselves. When open to its arrival this etheric essence merges with our being to transform into materialized substance, thus story is born. While this is true, the spark that ignites our being is also etched from the very pen of personal experience, creating a unique story that is all our own. This is mine: 

The Reunification of Self by Nichole Spinarski
I grieve for leaving you alone down there, without dagger or sword, without blanket or shawl. A frigid world incased in the fragility of your wanton thoughts. Inescapable except for the annihilation of self and the demons that occupy your house.
I grieve for the floods that have left you for dead. In a damp land of emotion, floating on a boat of tears, with no clear land in sight.
I grieve for the fire that has lost its spark. In a world where fear reigns supreme, and any ideas grand or small are quickly extinguished by the density of form that is too idle to move, and t…

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DIVINE LOVE by Vidya Chetan

I was thinking about this month of February as a special month for many who celebrate love, and of thefreshness and brilliance this time of year brings to one's life. ❤️

But when I think of love, my thoughts always go towards the Divine: my Lord Krishna. I believe there is nothing more precious in this world than the divine love he bestows upon me. My mind and heart are filled with love for Him  more than anyone. I penned down this poem just to express my feelings towards him, for I believe that God’s love is incomparable, unrivaled, unique, exceptional and precious than anything in this world.

Divine Love 
Vidya Chetan

O, my Lord Krishna! 
I bow down to your lotus feet,
which give me an immense sensation of tranquility,
calming my soul deep within.
Whatever outer turmoil or chaos I face
evaporates before your smiling face 
instantly releasing me from agony. 
You lift me when I am depressed
and grant me courage to face the world.

I overlook difficult surroundings
in your presence.
You heal my he…

ON ANGEL'S WINGS by Peggy Frye

On Angel's Wings

P. Frye

I close my eyes and visualize
A glowing, radiant light
A flaming ball of energy
Encompassing God's might.
A force field of protection A healing, blessing globe Enveloping the ones I love And those I’ve yet to know.
I’m lifted, as on angel’s wings Above my daily strife And pray for Divine perspective As I look upon this life. A heart of understanding And hands that help and heal To create heaven on earth And with compassion feel.
Today, in sweet humility An offering we can be To bless and elevate our souls And change our eyes to see Each person and each living thing As a brother, sister, friend. For together we can share the love And all Earth’s troubles mend.

Peggy Frye: I am a licensed administrator, the eldest of five daughters, trice divorced from men, and newly out of the closet as a lesbian, turning 48 on Christmas Day. I’ve been obsessed wit words and poetry from a very young age, and dream of living on the beach and writing full time. I’ve been on a spiritual journey fo…