Flowers ,beads and sandals represent the joyful gifts of youth.
The pleasant reminder that life is not so bad.
That freedom has a new meaning. And that the garden is not so far away.
A Morningstar, dedicated to the freedom of open land. We were free to come and go, to visit the site/land, free to express love and hate.
We are free to join the circle of friends and smoke the pipe for peace.
As in all gardens the vines of Morningstar have spread out over the earth. The simple beautiful lair of thirty years ago has spread. These new vines are fresh in light green growth of young adults. The young minds understand the essence of the being.
Joan, a poetry of words.
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A Picnic at Wheelers
VM* Golden
movement, up and around.
Silk to the eye, delicate to the touch, a warm
aroma.
A sense of well being.
Absorbing light through the eyes of thought.
We sit and stand assembled on the hill, the wind
blows mildly through the proud tan lace.
The Golden Poppies reflect the sun, they wave
to the breeze.
We watch across the canyon, we see the movement
of deer in the green grass.
We gather friendship together, a family standing,
sitting in the summer breeze.
No one breaks the spell, space is what was needed.
The children pull on homemade kites, the colors
of rainbows sweep across our sky.
Someone is painting a picture in the far distance.
Swirls of pleasure radiate from our being.VM*
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Storyteller
We were sitting around a campfire.
There was a warm glow from the wood fire.
We were listening to a storyteller.
Our minds were lost as we gazed into the red
and black charcoal.
I looked over and tears were
running from Laurels eyes.
We had heard and seen a wonderful world in our
minds.
The storyteller had created an image. She had
spoken a tale.
She had sent us to a wonderful world of thought.
We had shared a story that had been passed down from
one generation to another generation.
She is standing in a garden of flowers.