Spinning Round and Round
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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Fairies at the Beach
Song selection - Ray of Light - Brendon Kirksaether
2025
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Spinning Round and Round
The flowers met as time for grace. Turned petals inward, Upon their face. An inward reflection had thus begun, The quiet leading me to hum. The wind closed eyed, So none could see. Their creases touching the snow bound tree, In wait for warmth to reach and hold. I bend to this, I eased my soul. The slowness now a blessing gained, This quiet splendor does contain. I raise my face upon the sky, Touch me sunshine, feel my smile. ©Susy Kamber All rights reserved As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens. (Quoted from Stephen Graham, The Gentle Art of Tramping, 1923)” ― Robert Macfarlane Song Selection - America - Tin Man
2025
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