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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Quietly Exhaled Reflections



"Accepting the fat with lean or the hot with the cold attains symmetry...harmonic continuum, impassioned by moments of wholehearted living."

A Poem by Harlon Rivers





The quiet reflection of the unidentified pathway,
can reveal defining moments of truth…
Drifting with the wind until motivation to explore
new direction inspires movement. 

Our natural instincts, 
at enigmatic crossroads,
are often the best direction to follow
Intuitions... are birthed within the soul…

A chance taken,  at an unexpected moment
on our journey,   while the gentle breeze is inhaled 
and savored,   the gift of awareness
manifests as inner amorous peace. 

A solitude where every breath of that gentle breeze
of connectedness inhaled, 
transforms the outer world’s natural beauty
Love blossoms into balance of heart and soul,
unity of inner spiritual presence.

Breath,  illuminating a hunger and thirst to be loved 
For who are we if not love abundant beings?
A mere hollow shadow
A non-living lifeless form.
  
Without love, there is not glowing, 
radiant outward appearance  
Only lifeless shallow
unsustainable existence

Appearing in a cracked and foggy window pane,
the light filters through the cracks 
but the mirrored echo is dull,
listless light,   reflecting little in return.
  
Accepting the fat with lean or the hot with the cold
attains symmetry balanced by a harmonic continuum,
Impassioned by conscious moments
of wholehearted living

Intoxicating effervescence…

Feeling alive…

Worthy to breathe in"inspiration" …

Exhale "mindfulness"...

Engaged in every precocious moment lived
...totally aware of the possibilities of each and every
invigorating breath...
Exhilarating love filled fresh air
to energize lethargic complacency
Exhaling purpose of being...

Replenishing the gifts of love given,
Accepted graciously
in an unexpected moment
of awareness
igniting a  hopefulness... revitalizing love.....

Budding wholeheartedness, blooming, flourishing
life’s absolute  blossoming entirety
At last realizing that I'm standing 
on the threshold
of dreams coming true… 

© 2012 Harlon Rivers 

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