a Photographic Journey by Meryl

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Invisible

they say
she looks
her best
toned legs
ample breasts

why can’t
she rest
food aplenty
passed
her tests

why must
she wear
her heart
on her
chest

I say
why can’t
you listen
look inside
my refrain

why can’t
you see
me my
invisible
pain

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Love IX

I blend in
yet ask you
to see me

I chime in
yet ask you
to hear me

I stay in
yet ask you
to save me

I leap out
yet ask you
to love me

We all have our contradictions.
Aspects of our personality that are at odds with one another.
It’s often difficult to reconcile those parts of ourselves that don’t seem to get along;
that don’t make sense to us or those around us, especially our loved ones. That’s where
we often get in trouble. It’s difficult to accept that some things are simply just as they are,
regardless of what we think is logical. The sooner we can let go of what
we think “should be”, the sooner we can love ourselves
and others, warts and all.
🙂

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Web of Love

Today I’m pleased to feature my image with words
by fellow blogger and close friend, Robyn Lee of Through The Healing Lens.
When I read her post Mandala of Her Mind last week, I was not only moved but
tickled by the fact that I had just taken a photograph that I felt reflected
the web of love that she describes so succinctly. It never ceases
to amaze me how true connections between loved ones
appear and reappear time after time.
Thank you, Robyn!

Like a spider,
setting forth
to make her way;

Strand by strand,
she weaves together
antique threads of
hope truth wisdom.

Carefully connecting
delicate fibers
of promises
suspended;

She watches as
mosaic patterns
emerge,
revealing small
segments of self

Laboriously,
she knits complex
arrangements,

Intricate mazes
designed to capture
dreams unrealized;
tying meticulous
knots tightly,
at each cross-section.

With tenuous
twists and turns,
she spins through
tangled tales
of love;
swinging
wildly from
silken strings of
ambiguity.

Finally,
in the heart
of her mandala
she rests

Knowing that
her work
for today
is done.

by Robyn Lee


Love VIII

follow me
watch me fly
protect you
dash to your side

follow me
divine I am
love you
promise I can

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Pace


morning stroll
with my pet
under control
in step

making plans
in high gear
lightheaded
disappear

re-emerge
historic place
winter hibiscus
slower pace

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Detach

monkey
chattering
with demands
spin around
knock off
Detach

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