Poetry by Shannon L. Delsol
Spirituality
Pesky Woodpecker Eucalyptus Trees Meditate in Autumn Paths of Intellect sweet Envoys When Mother Woke Us Dunes Rags Anima Mouth of Columbia one of mine my woodlands Master's Smile Spin Me Again I Have No Use for Words Absolute Exchange When I Was Wood Plaza de Toros Beautifully Transparent I Sit With Him I Sleep in Shades of Ochre It Writes Itself Upon Me I Am Your Own Reflection Loving Him is Like That Tethered He Must Be Loving Me The Rainbow People Within His Fluid Womb Sowing Seeds Trifles i am ripe Our Humble Natures Another Wave The Spirit Wants Handful of Dreams Nocturnal Meetings Moth Against a Window My Vast Ingratitude Rebecca Buddha Lourdes I Am Awe In Music Open 24/7 Stomach Ache Disbelief One Attribute
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Oft inspired by grand illusions, awe finds a voice in simpler things. A tiny insect reproducing might fill the mind with wonder. Kindred souls upon first meeting recognize this greater marvel; as spontaneous encounters find their purpose in due time. Random proofs of serendipity; flowers blooming in the spring, love felt between two strangers - awe is this and more - in me. Written December 28, 2001
Oft inspired by grand illusions, awe finds a voice in simpler things. A tiny insect reproducing might fill the mind with wonder.
Kindred souls upon first meeting recognize this greater marvel; as spontaneous encounters find their purpose in due time.
Random proofs of serendipity; flowers blooming in the spring, love felt between two strangers - awe is this and more - in me.
Written December 28, 2001
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