#Blade #WritePhoto #SueVincent

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It is said the heart is a forest

green with life it is fed

with the breath

of love

pulsing renewal

in each moment rebirth

is possible, yet we wear the shield

of armor with thoughts of valor


the sword that cleaves

is in our hands shining the green

like a mirror into eyes refusing to see

the life that is love

held inside

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A Fragrant Life #writephoto #liveinjoy


Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

To think life is a garden to feast upon

is a fallacy of the human mind

We are birthed opening our eyes to wonder

but too often this wonder turns to greed

The want for more pleasure feeds the hungry mind

which triggers the body into belief that it too is ravenous

for more

Dissatisfaction is the inevitable result

as the body and mind encode the belief that more

is never enough. And so we feast

until there is no more to feast upon. Too late

we realize we have stripped bare the beauty

before us. The shadow of misery

dims the light and life withers

for lack of love. A self-inflicted prophecy

of despair. They say misery loves company

but that is not true. Misery does not love

And so we must discover Truth

turning the key inward to Joy

that every-present light within

We must breathe it back to Life

as we discover the self

inside the shadow

is the one true garden

waiting to bloom

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#Snowfall #writephoto

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Snow is winter’s dance of illusion

each flake a swirl of separation

uniquely formed into frozen cohesion

twirling with partners before its fall

to Earth. Frozen life

in trillions of shapes

waiting to begin in another form

No two alike

yet all separated

from the same source

like us watching the dance

from our own windows

sitting upon different colored

cushions, yet breathing

the same air as this

mesmerization of life

waltzes around us


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#Honour #writephoto

Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

Even after death, the self is contained

in a sheath of armor

A plastic rose defies decay

above an empty womb

Preservation of the outer

causes sterility of the inner

Yet we stand in reverence

of the the battle. The hero

who offers life

and takes life in valor

who said, “I have won this war”

for you

The sword powerful only

by the hands

now broken

to reveal the heart


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