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Jan 14, 2010
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The blessings of Annushka (God inside ourselves)
She brings me snow silent forests
And sunsets filled with blazing passion
Distant swirling cloud scenes, blanketing our lovely earth
Stories of her gliding flight across the powder soft terrain
She gifts me delicacies of her views and processes
The macro and the micro
She has the visual acuity and the artists touch
The touch
More sensuous than most could ever know
More tender and more present than most lovers could dream
Yet she has never touched me
Save with her voluminous heart
With the filigree of fern fronds
And the majesty of mountains
crowned with glorious sunrise cloud scapes
Perspicuity, her own adornment
Her carriage is her courage
A noble vehicle of humble intent
She slips me watercolours painted in soft delicious magic
A mountainside tree trained by winds to bow to angled earth
With simple lines to draw the eye to dreamscapes within
She is so vast in her quality and generosity
Yet simply understated in her being
To me she is a goddess of the woods and mountain skies
She weaves her lines between the flow inspired by her muse
The constancy and dedication thereby moved in her
Creates a sturdy tapestry of living poetry
And adoration
That sustains her
And most likely him as well
She weaves all this with magic,
Only from her heart, all of this
She blesses me with imagery
By lens and brush, by word and sentiment
By banana peel!
Or any medium before her
She is unlike any other
Among one or two extraordinary creatures I have known
She moves freely beyond limits most perceive
Without ego or greed
She knows what Rumi knows
She lives what Buddha spoke
She is god as she sees god in everything
And thus she gives us god inside ourselves
And sunsets filled with blazing passion
Distant swirling cloud scenes, blanketing our lovely earth
Stories of her gliding flight across the powder soft terrain
She gifts me delicacies of her views and processes
The macro and the micro
She has the visual acuity and the artists touch
The touch
More sensuous than most could ever know
More tender and more present than most lovers could dream
Yet she has never touched me
Save with her voluminous heart
With the filigree of fern fronds
And the majesty of mountains
crowned with glorious sunrise cloud scapes
Perspicuity, her own adornment
Her carriage is her courage
A noble vehicle of humble intent
She slips me watercolours painted in soft delicious magic
A mountainside tree trained by winds to bow to angled earth
With simple lines to draw the eye to dreamscapes within
She is so vast in her quality and generosity
Yet simply understated in her being
To me she is a goddess of the woods and mountain skies
She weaves her lines between the flow inspired by her muse
The constancy and dedication thereby moved in her
Creates a sturdy tapestry of living poetry
And adoration
That sustains her
And most likely him as well
She weaves all this with magic,
Only from her heart, all of this
She blesses me with imagery
By lens and brush, by word and sentiment
By banana peel!
Or any medium before her
She is unlike any other
Among one or two extraordinary creatures I have known
She moves freely beyond limits most perceive
Without ego or greed
She knows what Rumi knows
She lives what Buddha spoke
She is god as she sees god in everything
And thus she gives us god inside ourselves
— Cloudthings, Jan 14, 2010
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Seren
16 years 4 months ago
Dear Anni
Cloudthings
16 years 4 months ago
Dear Jayne, thank you, I couldn't help it, she is such an inspir
Worldwide Freeride
16 years 4 months ago
Don't believe you...
Cloudthings
16 years 4 months ago
the desire to encourage growth without harm or destructive actio
Nordic cloud
16 years 4 months ago
Such suchness cloudthings dear you
Cloudthings
16 years 4 months ago
Love to you ... & Jayne Chloe & Dale & all the other lovely hear
Nordic cloud
16 years 3 months ago
I am overawed yet again dearest Anni,
Kailashana
16 years 3 months ago
Sisters and brothers of the
chumfin
16 years 2 months ago
nice meeting you through your poems.!!!!