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She sails ....

.
She shadow sails through her window
 upon a mystical jade tide, and sun does soothe her, 
dipping behind a meandering mind,
lighting up fragments
of possibility.

Sailing to ~
Postcards from Paradise
Recuerda mi Corazon

Comments

rebecca said…
dear beautiful sue,

your beauty here is stunning both in vision and verse. may you all sail easy, on peaceful seas the sun leaning softly on your open cheek.
thank you for greeting me this morning with your friendship and love.
i have included your beautiful "memory" in my post today.
you are a gorgeous delicate bud that continues to bloom in the hearts of all those blessed enough to know you.
joanne said…
truly lovely....a most unusual take on sailing in your pic...well-done
smiles, Sharon said…
A beautiful way to open Memorial Day...may it hold significance for you and yours.
gma said…
Ahhhh...joyful contemplation and beauty here....Bliss.
with love.
carol l mckenna said…
amazing and mystical photo shot and your poem is wonderful ~ thanks, namaste, ^_^
Annie Jeffries said…
So beautiful, Sue, and a complete mystery. I see the window and shadows but the central piece is a mystery. And that's fine with me.
Cheryl said…
You have great vision. Love the composition.
Stephanie said…
I keep sailing back..to this.

x..x
All it takes is one tiny fragment of possibility to become a loaf of bread big enough to feed the world!

Hear My Voice
Dearest Sue,
There is a sacredness in your offering of Soul Love. Your image and your verse evoke that level of compassionate imagination that bears at its heart, healing and transformation.May you and those you love be immersed in its radiant light. I have sent you a "sailing song.
Love,
Noelle
Lenora said…
may this find a place to rest in all whose hearts read it.. as it does in mine..
Miss Robyn said…
oh you are so, so very creative. love. love xo
Introverted Art said…
the photo transports me, my a sailor on a journey. And the words are pure delight.

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