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Our life is more


than just the passing of time,


with events filling in the space..


What we really are is a result


of the things we love...






We are like trees which


grow heavenward


and only become stronger


and more sturdy as we


walk our paths in this life...






Whatever you cherish


in your heart


is the force of life


you have in you...


You cannot help but love life


and the beauty that fills it...


The beauty you see is not external


but comes from deep within you...


That includes the view


you have of yourself...






There is nothing in this world


more powerful than your


vision of yourself


as it shows you what


is surrounding you...






Tell me...


When you look at the


beautiful blue sky


or hear a babbling brook,


doesn't it fill you with awe


and isn't it inspiring??


When you see the first


flowers of Spring


pushing themselves


out of the ground,


aren't you transformed


with the newness that


the season represents??






When you see the blossoms slowly


sprouting on the trees,


do you notice the colors,


shapes and fragrance


coming from every branch??


You tell me there is so much snow...


And yet,


if I asked you to close your eyes


and picture a field of


bright yellow roses,


would you not see them


despite the snow that surrounds you??


This is because all these things


come from within you


and nothing can stop you


from seeing them...






It doesn't matter that


no one else sees them...


It is alive within you...


in your own thoughts...


That is how it is with us all...


How we see ourselves is totally


independent from anyone else's


view or thoughts....


We are each individual


and have an important place


in this universe...






The universe is not and


could not be


complete without each


and every one of us...


You are a part of everything


you see


because you see everything


from within yourself...


You cannot exclude


yourself from that


and it is impossible


to do so...






Look within yourself


and think of the things


you love...


All those things exist


so perfectly


because we love them


and consequently,


love ourselves because


they are a result


of our innermost


heart and soul...






When you look at an


eagle soaring...


or a puppy chasing its tail...


or a kitten playing with


a ball of string,


we are filled with such


a sense of love


that we barely notice it...


Yet it is completely


natural for us


to feel this way as it is


what defines us...






If we were ever without this


sense of love and beauty,


we would not have the force


within us that sustains us...


which gives continuity


to our lives...


We regenerate ourselves


all the time...


We may feel sick or worried


or even hopeless at times,


but there is that spirit


of love and joy


and fullness of life


that fills us.


And in turn,

we bloom once again....






Remember what a tree looks


like in the middle of winter...


Yet, as bad as it may look


during this time,


we never doubt that


when Spring comes,


it will once again flourish...


and show forth its


infinite beauty...


providing shelter


for us as well as


all other living things...






The winter cold strips


the tree of its beauty,


but we never believe that the tree


will remain in that state


and we can even see it


in all its glory


in our thoughts


despite what seems


to be the evidence


before us...






You are the tree,


ever in a glorious state..


Your branches reach for the sky,


taking in the light


and warmth from above...


You are forever in the


perfect season..


For even when the blossoms


have fallen


and the clouds of an

endless day seem


to overshadow you...


You will rise triumphant


for the strength


of your season is near...


And the force of life


within you shows forth


its beauty and magnificence,


unfolding into eternity's


radiance never to be lost,


but always seen


through the infinite


lens of your soul...






Copyright Poetry by ~ Wolfden ~

March, 2001


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