A L O H A From
H O N O L U L U
Compassion,
Let me be what you
Are doing today.
Thank you
Bowing to
the weight of dew,
Neither resisting
nor clinging;
It simply is.
Blue magic
Seeps over the horizon
A hush of cobalt velvet ink
draped across the rooftops.
Clouds drift slow and deliberate,
Lamp-lit windows blink awake,
Each a tiny lantern in the indigo hush.
And the air tastes cool like river stones.
Shadows stretch blue silk fingers
Reluctant to surrender
The day’s last golden relics.
Somewhere, a breeze stirs.
Dusk the gentle conjurer,
Turns the world to her quiet spell—
Even the trees hold their breath,
As the first star, shy and electric,
Winks from the pocket
Of the waking night.
Cloudia Charters
The sun rises and falls,
Moon waxes and wanes.
No effort binds them;
They are what they are.
Trust that whatever
you are dealing with,
whatever doorway to crisis
you experience, it is leading
you to a greater lesson in living
where ideally the power
of love is what you learn.
Forgive, and broadcast your
excitement to be alive.
Barbara Marciniak
𖠁𖠁𖠁𖠁𖠁𖠁𖠁𖠁𖠇
Love You,
Cloudia & Pixie
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