Little Boats
Not What You Were
In a meadow far from home, lies a force to which I’m drawn. Deep inside this place of grace blooms a heavenly color’s face. Yellows strong and greens with depth. The graceful field the silence left. As though a concert stilled its players. As they listened to the air. Then they played the music after. Frolicking notes alive so clear. This force of nature spoke a rhythm. Colors strong brought forth their light. The silence opened up a message. Vibrations felt throughout the night. Many hear the music found. From the meadow’s misty sound. In the meadow, now my home. The source of splendor I have known. © Susy Kamber All rights reserved Music suggestion - Passionflower, Jon Gomm
2025
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Vibrations and Rhyme
The breath of trees touching the air. Touching your heart as you become aware. Of colors unseen. In the usual manner. Noticing those colors and starting to wonder. The brilliance of red, the softness of blue, greens becoming purples and blacks to dream through. Some say the light brought them here to us all. For some it is light overcoming a brawl. Some say the colors are put there to stay. Perhaps the colors have no other way. Enlightenment is such, arriving on time. Inside vibrations, reverberations and rhyme. Copyright - S. Kamber All rights Reserved Song Selection - Knocks Me Off My Feet - Stevie Wonder
2025
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Little Boats
The trees have taken to the water as night falls. Splashing their weighty branches about. Turned into wet limbs against the light of the evening moon. Wet leaves moving. Little boats for others to float away in. Carrying the quiet of the air with them. Watching the trees as they dance. ©Susy Kamber All rights reserved Music Selection - Sebastian Plano - Soul I (Avow) (Visualiser)
2025
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