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beyond

Sometimes-I feel your heart residing with mine. I miss you more than mere words can express. My love for you spans beyond the horizon.
You know! Beyond the horizon…
where souls journey
where truth runs naked and love lives unscathed.
Beyond the pain of letting you go- beyond the pain of your leaving.
You surely know! My love for you is beyond recall

» Posted By carol saffen On 12.16.2014 @ 6:35 pm

weaving

Dressed in native attire of feather headdresses and seed-leggings called “chachayotls” Aztec dancers take the hands of incarcerated men and begin weaving a story to the beat of the sacred drum.
Weaving a thread of kindness, weaving another thread of understanding, these incarcerated men begin breaking the chains imprisoning their hearts, souls and minds. Soon these threads vibrate with warmth from hearts beginning to open, as cautious smiles burst into laughter. These vibrating threads merging together, are weaving a beautiful new fabric –called- “Friendship Dance”

» Posted By carol saffen On 12.14.2014 @ 3:18 pm

Dressed in native attire of feather headdresses and seed-leggings called “chachayotls” Aztec dancers take the hands of incarcerated men and begin weaving a story to the beat of the sacred drum.

Weaving a thread of kindness, weaving another thread of understanding, these incarcerated men begin breaking the chains imprisoning their hearts, souls and minds. Soon these threads vibrate with warmth from hearts beginning to open, as cautious smiles burst into laughter. These vibrating threads merging together, are weaving a beautiful new fabric –called- “Friendship Dance”

» Posted By carol saffen On 12.14.2014 @ 3:17 pm

aware

AWARE

All around the captive warrior wallowed in the rain of his tears. Mirrored mountains reflections stood still in the memory of a love he once knew.
“To long the travels of his my soul”. he cried
standing atop the buried bones of my great, great grandfather and great, great grandmother I feel the pain of their tears. For in the midst of sacred beginnings lies they believed ripped them from their home causing their hearts to bleed.

» Posted By carol saffen On 12.01.2008 @ 2:12 am

tear

in the shadows of her pain a single tear rolled forward softening the mortar that held up her wall all these years…

» Posted By carol saffen On 07.05.2009 @ 8:15 am

surf

Standing on a hill of regret I caught the first lilt of the wind -cautiously I took the surf toward the heart of a long ago friend. There i whispered to his heart .”At the airport the day you asked me to go back with you–Sorry I said No! What I wanted-was to tell you -I really just want to go—-go with you along the road of life and you must know I really loved you then and today I love you the same….

» Posted By carol saffen On 06.26.2009 @ 2:08 am

event

The event took me back to a time and place when and where I loved and was loved. It is this event that has sustained me throughout my life.

» Posted By carol saffen On 06.25.2009 @ 3:38 am

vulture

The vulture removed his diamond ring and preyed on young girls innocence souls-devouring their souls whole.

» Posted By carol saffen On 03.06.2009 @ 1:29 am

figure

…figure the reality of an illusion. Seems to me the concept of figure has so many dimensions that one could become lost in the figure of their speech or the figure within a numerical computation-and yet! One might become distracted by the figure of a man or a woman or come to find the delicate figure sculpted by hand broke into a thousand pieces…I figure glue could not even cement that sculpted figure back together again! Huh! Go Figure!!!!!!

» Posted By carol saffen On 01.06.2010 @ 10:33 pm

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