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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Written Inside Places
It was going to rain, I knew it, I could smell it in the breeze. The air turns to a certain flavor and you can taste it in your mouth. When I was little I tried to explain that taste. You have to breathe using your mouth and your nose at the same time and I guess it gets into you that way. It’s blue I said, because how best to describe rain. I guess you could say other words to describe the taste, but I was little then and blue was the best word I knew to call it. I would do it with my mouth open and my nose breathing in deep. Even when it wasn’t going to rain, just to practice. Like one is dancing for rain to make it happen. You know it’s working when you get the scent into you and see the people all scrambling around for shelter. Not me, I love the rain as it approaches, it’s not only the smell though. I remember sticking my tongue out and tasting it. Wondering where it came from before I found out. Now, I Ieave my hair there to get all wet from the rain and when no one is looking I put a piece of it in my mouth and taste it. © Susy Kamber All rights reserved
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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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