Unravel Your Path
The Lights That Shine In You And Me
The forest has a name. The choice was informed by the gold lights that shined their patterns within the leafy pathways. All around angels would fly catching the lights. In this way they could place those lights in far off lands where forests were beginning to grow. They wanted to light them up when they were ready to bloom. So they traveled through all the lit pathways of cascading leaves. There was such joy and light in their gaze. At last they held the lights to spread and venture far today, they said. Their flight was long through wind and might, yet the angels held on to all the light. They knew the light as soon as placed, would give peace a way to begin each day. They sensed the forest’s name would grow, this peaceful sense for all to know. A child may ask what is this joy? The answer lives in how we see, the lights that shine in you and me. Copyright S. Kamber
2023
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Under the Rose Tree
All the flowers in the whole world were under the rose tree. A huge carpet with a tremendous grafted tree. Someone said it’s the best way to see them. Make an appointment though. Jam packed except if you’re there in the middle of the night. Sometimes the moon shows up shining her spotlight and if it’s cloudy they actually hand out special flashlights that simulate her blond eyes. People walk around pointing them this way and that at these flowers. Waking them up is like opening a whole bottle of perfume. Delicate scents or a very bold breeze. Either are intoxicating. So people end up falling asleep. I swear they become sleepwalkers at two in the morning. Dreaming things they never recall once they wake up. I say there’s a reason because everyone leaving possesses a sort of starry look from their eyes. They all have it, but that’s nothing compared to the dream I suppose. Copyright S. Kamber
2023
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Unravel Your Path
The green depth, I see this, I say this, I sing this. Though I am not the only one. The years of those remain triumphs in all who nurtured the green. Some are now away and ache to be returned. Green depth unravel your path for without a guide there remains demise. A leaf falls into the water and can be picked up and made into a dream when touched. It is waiting to feel. Copyright S. Kamber https://youtu.be/Z8Oy2SUZjKc?si=ilTmJv0M8_GNMcN9 When the Children Cry White Lion
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