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Quiet Mystery – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Quiet Mystery

Reaches to Touch the Spirit

With burbles of Joy

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 191 / 365

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterrst. Credit acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

Filed under: Daily Haiku Challenge Tagged: Beautiful Places, BnV, BooknVolume, Haiku, Harmony, Inspiration, Nature, Peace, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, ~Morgan~

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Published on April 30, 2017 06:00

Beauty that Whispers – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Beauty that Whispers

Speaks Louder than any noise

Spilling from the throng

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 190 / 365

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~Morgan~

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Photograph taken by me

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Published on April 29, 2017 06:00

Deliberate Pause – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Deliberate pause

Makes Winsome Chance soft spoken

And heavy loads, Light

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 189 / 365

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterrst. Credit acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

Filed under: Daily Haiku Challenge Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Centering the Spirit, Harmony, Mediatation, Nature, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Prayer, spirituality, ~Morgan~

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Published on April 28, 2017 13:00

#FridayFeyDay – Suspiration – #Gothic #FlashFiction

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Halls stained with silent shadows and serrating whispers bled into the dimness of the icy ether as the glimmer of light from beyond cracked glass panes struggled to permeate the chill. Amid the perturbed hush, a suspiration of frosty air snaked its away along the columns and cold, gray stone; reaching for what lay beyond its grasp; hoping for one last connection with what was long since lost.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful photograph found on Google Images. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original Photographer. Thank You~

Filed under: Flash Fiction and Shorts, Friday FeyDay / Fantasy Tagged: Abandoned Places, BnV, BooknVolume, Darkness, Fantasy, ghosts, Gothic, Silence, Undead, ~Morgan~

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Published on April 28, 2017 10:00

#FridayFeyDay – Convergence – #Fantasy #FlashFiction

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The shimmering radiance of darkness spiraled like ripples upon dark waters; turning in a congealed mass of energy primed for release. Fashioned of magic, the convergence of here and beyond fused twin realms broken by opposing philosophies. The gateway stood unchanging; ever offering; never taking; waiting for the single moment when disharmony scattered into nothingness, much as its depths ever did.

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~Morgan~

Filed under: Flash Fiction and Shorts, Friday FeyDay / Fantasy Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Fantasy, Fantasy landscapes, Fantasy Realm, Flash fiction, Mystical Places, ~Morgan~

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Published on April 28, 2017 06:47

The Language Unspoken – #Inspirational #Spirituality

“How it is that animals understand things I do not know, but it is certain that they do understand. Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, […]

via Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words — Purplerays

Thanks to Purplerays for this beautiful quote. It is something I have always believed, but could not express in quite such a Poignant and Beautiful way, yet I am quite sure this Soul that is hidden, this Spirit of Harmony; this Essence of Unified Understanding lives and breathes within each of us. It Speaks softly in whispers we often overlook or ignore. It Sings Gently in lilting tones and shifting hues that sparkle in our smiles and warms our hands when they reach out to Give. It Abides in the balm of a morning breeze and nestles amid the lavender shadows of twilight, seeking to soothe, if only we would allow it to touch us.

Perhaps it is synchronicity, that today I should find this lovely post when, among my morning thoughts of Gratitude and meditative centering, I asked the following: Guide our Perceptions as a people; a nation; a world, to blend in a Unified Consciousness of Harmony and Peace. Teach us to Share the Love that lives and breathes all around us through acts of Kindness we do not turn aside from; through Gentleness of Spirit and Enduring Patience. Shift our desires from all the cruelty and selfish motivations that overwhelm the innocent and the mild so we may Abide in Love and Peace, Hope and Joy.

Blessings to you my Friends~

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~Morgan