Mind, Heart, Spirit.


Every colour, every season observed I give reason and voice to. I proclaim my conclusions, and wonder. The rainbow colours of the Earth, and the philosophies of other voices. I broaden my understanding of what is possible, and my intellect sings. My learning is infinite, more endless than the boundaries of the universe. To grow in understanding forever; to fulfil my potential for becoming. And always, to question, to seek enlightenment in the unexpected places of life and beyond. My Mind is always questing, on a voyage to the epic places of discovery.


A plane never opened wings with the freedom of a bird. So my Spirit, reflects the nightingale. Always about to fly, to the vast mystery of sky within soul. My Spirit has no end and no beginning. Born out of eternity, to the cloudless sky with a thousand morning stars. Fly anywhere and everywhere, in a moment with no measure. Hover over deserts and oceans, and perch on mountain summits. Respire with the phases of the grass and the forest. Unfurl with the skyward branch, and whisper with the breeze over a summer landscape. My Spirit is limitless in a spectrum of truth.


Emotion is found in the contemplation of compassionate life, and love; my heart seeks her own expression of what she finds. She has no cage. She gives because her song is of giving. And she loves because her gift is her loving. She can break forever, but her breaking is into hope, and her tears fall towards a more infinite form of giving. She keeps intuition, trust, faith; she is the pride of my Mind and my Spirit. She is the essence of the nectar in a flower and a young tree, the cadence of birdsong, the always shattering sparkle on the water of a travelling brook. My mind took flight, and my spirit soared, when my heart found her wings.

Once, I imagined I was on a river bank, watching the water current flow towards its immense destination and source of ocean. Then I saw, across the river, my Heart, waiting in the shimmering light. I wanted to follow, but wondered what lay beyond, over the river, on the unfamiliar bank. I knew I must make the journey, and discover other miracles to contemplate. And my Heart, in her courage, had journeyed before me.

Spirit Spins a Web

Spirit spins a web

of pure sweet silk

with the words of hope and truth

hovering in tapestry patterns.

And the hummingbird, silverfish

and bluebell dream/love in unison;

understanding that a web

can weave mystery

and enlightenment.

The craftsmanship of the singing spirit

as she goes about her work

weaving with dedication, devotion

and faith;

never pausing to question the fine art

of her craft.

She works

through the night.

And when dawn emerges,

from the sensibility of stars and cloak,

she surveys her work

and understands its purpose.

Spirit spins a web.

A fragile web,

with a message she has learned

from the song of Heart.

And with the beauty of the dawn,

as the new day is born,

brings her faith to words and love

gives her words to love and art.

You are always somewhere near me.

  1. ***You are always somewhere near me.****
    do you Believe that line Milena? show me…..

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