Blossom of A Thousand Petals You are like an exquisite blossom, with talents ready to unfold. You have a thousand petals, unfurling to gently behold. Each petal has a story, whispering in your ear. Amazing in its wisdom, that you can finally hear. The blossom is quite special, for it won’t wilt or die. It…
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
Self-Image I am magnificent, inside and out. My confidence and sense of worth are not determined by how others view me, but by how I feel about myself. I establish my self-image on my Truth: I am the image of the Divine, and I have an infinite resource to draw upon. I call upon my…
Free I express my inner freedom. I am a unique creation, and I celebrate my one-of-a-kind self by letting my individuality shine. There is nothing I need to do to claim this freedom. Simply by being myself, I am liberated to express who I am. As I find my center of inner acceptance, I express…
Never trust a mirror,
for it only shows your skin, and if you think it dictates your worth, it’s time you look within.
You’ve been my rock throughout my life,
wanting nothing in return,
“Swan” Symbols: Beauty, Poetry, Art, Culture, Self esteem, Faith, Grace… Innocence, True Love! Teaches: -Let Love transform you -Shine your Light, Love and Beauty! -In Peace: go with the flow! (A lucky totem for Soul Mates) Amira Let me know what animal shows up in your life, or…
The Song of the Pearl, also known as the “Hymn of the Pearl” and occasionally as “Hymn of the Robe of Glory”, is an old Gnostic text.
In small green cup an acorn grew
On tall and stately oak
The spreading leaves the secret knew
And hid it like a cloak
The breezes rocked it tenderly
The sunbeams whispered low
‘Some day the smallest acorn here
Will make an oak, you know’
Once there was an orchard full of vegetables, fruit trees, and all kinds of plants. Like all the orchards, it was full of refreshing beauty and serenity.
Eyes are often green, blue or gray
they can see so clearly along the way.
Why indeed with such vision they see
the wonder, the joy and the glee.
Yes, so often, they never really see
what’s inside, the good in me.
I see you sad and pensive -the gardener said to the silent girl.