Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 61

Things to make you go HMMmmmmm – #InspirationalQuotes for #DailyMeditations

An argument is the longest distance between two points of view.

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No one is able to stand up indefinitely under the weight of carrying a grudge.

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Faith is taking the first step
Even when you don’t see the whole staircase.
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Just a few thoughts I stumbled across and wanted to share…

~Morgan~
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Images found on Google plus

The Kudzu – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

Grasping, clinging, creeping, sneaking,
Climbing toward the heights for peaking,
Snatching the light, encompassing the host,
Staking its claim to brag and to boast.
The Kudzu claims the entrepreneurial prize,
Though a simple vine to human eyes.

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Did you know that Kudzu is edible and highly nutritious? 

~Morgan~

Love’s All Encompassing Splendor – #LovePoetry

When Daylight fades on the sill of the world,
And the Sweet Kiss of Moonlight seeks my face,
It is Then I feel Your presence closest to my heart
And know the Joy of Your lightest Touch.

When the Spangled Night is caressed by stars,
And Tranquil zephyrs Intoxicate my Senses,
It is Then I feel the Warm Touch of Your lips
And Shiver in the heat of Your Love’s Devotion.

When the night lark Sings to the Glistening Dawn,
And Venus in her orbit Traces the Ebon Night,
It is Then I Know Your Heart was made for mine,
And Weep in Love’s All Encompassing Splendor

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found on Googleplus

Old Friends – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

One Watches,
One Waits.
Both Sentinels of Time.
Both Lovers of Creation.
Locked together,
Bound forever.

~Morgan~

Indomitable Spirit – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld & #Inspiration

How like this Tree I Strive to be

Ever Growing

In spite of Adversity.

~Morgan~

The Meaning of Life? – #Musings and #Thoughts for #ChangingTimes

(A rewind post from 2013)

I need some BnV!

Excuse me??

Yes, you heard me, I need some BnV. I don’t honestly think I can live without it. (Book and Volume that is.)

I must confess since I began writing this blog, (which, if I continue confessing I wasn’t entirely sure about starting off with,) I have found myself wanting to write more and more and more and more, found I have far greater inspiration than I’ve had in years, and found an unparalleled sense of accomplishment in “seeing” (so to speak) that others find my particular form of creativity (or madness, whichever you feel is more relevant) enjoyable, interesting, amusing or, at the very least, frighteningly intriguing. (Perhaps you’ve had a similar experience with yours?) Well, let’s face it, BnV does have a certain indescribable quality about it that makes you scoff, shake your head, and yet, come back for more. (yeah, it has that affect on me too!)

But to come back to my original point, in the past 25 days (I know, just 25 days!) (yes, I agree, its seems longer) (you may choose to insert interminable here…) I have found such pleasure in writing again that it’s hard to put into words….which is a bit of a conundrum given that writing is, after all, the crux here. I’ve often wondered how writers can lock themselves away from the rest of the world, eat little, talk less, and simply immerse themselves in their craft, letting the world go on without them, little caring, little worrying (maybe), but I no longer wonder about that. Now it is me (or, to be grammatically correct, should that be I?) who finds herself wishing she could do the aforementioned: forget the world, the job, the tedious responsibilities of life (though not the cat!), lock herself away from all resort (rather like Ophelia) (sorry, I did it again, but don’t let me deviate into Shakespeare… just yet!) and write until I come up gasping for breath.

Without BnV, where would I be? I admit that sounds a bit dodgy, perhaps risqué. My apologies for the double entendre (I think)(it’s just so catchy, really), but in all honesty, I sometimes feel that compelled, THAT enticed….to write, that is, and to hope that whatever it is I am saying will either make someone out there in the byzantine blue smile, chuckle, or have one of those OH! moments. (or, at the very least, that said hypothetical person doesn’t run off screaming like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone.)

Admittedly, 25 days is not very long to come to such a epiphanic realization that my writing means more to me than most anything else, but there it is in its undeniable, inexorable splendor. Sure, I’ve heard it said since I was a child that finding your passion and pursuing it is the only way to truly be happy working through the salt mines of life, but I’ve also heard it said, over and over, again and again, as I am sure many of you may have, that I should get my head out of the clouds and concentrate on the serious matter of getting ahead in the world. Making it big, securing the future, having a reliable, steady 9-5’er that will pay the bills, put food on the table, yadda, yadda, yadda. (To quote Elaine Benes) So who can blame me that it took this long to have the aforesaid epiphanic insight? (yes, I just like “saying” that word!) Well, besides myself, really, since I’ve known since I was 10 years old that writing was what I loved to do best.

Ok, so you’re probably wondering about now what my point is? Well, as I said in my very first post,(go ahead and re-read it, I’ll wait for you) I’m far more likely to natter on endlessly about nothing in particular than anything specifically, so in reality I don’t truly need a point right now; however, you are in luck because I do, actually, have one. No drum roll please. No tympanic reverie necessary. No triumphal horns pealing in proclamation; no, my simple and unadulterated point is just this: (ok, I agree, I adulterated it quite a bit in the last few paragraphs, but let’s not be mean spirited…) that I think Curly from the movie City Slickers put it best:

Curly (Jack Palance): Do you know what the secret of life is? [holds up one finger]
Curly: This.
Mitch(Billy Crystal): Your finger?
Curly: One thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and the rest don’t mean shit.
Mitch: But, what is the “one thing?”
Curly: [smiles] That’s what you have to find out.

~Morgan~

When Union is True – #LovePoetry

When Love is struck
Upon the hands of time,
Waiting with a purpose,
Chaos becomes rhyme.

When Passion is played,
Plucked like a lyre,
Patience finds merit,
Tears become fire.

When Love is promised
Before life takes breath,
Yearning has its answer,
United beyond death.

When Eternity spans
Like the Cosmos turning,
Love Without Ending,
Flames without burning.

When Union is true,
Two Souls share One Heart,
Endings are beginnings,
Never again to depart.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found at: beautyandtruth.org

I Wait – #LovePoetry

Like the tide upon the whim of the Moon
I wait for Your coming,
Neither late, nor too soon.
You come to me in visions like the night,
Reassuring my heart
That all is Right.

Like the Serenade of the evening lark,
I wait upon You
Seeing Light, not dark.
You fill my Soul with Laughter, with Smiles,
Taking my Spirit
Where there exists no guile.

Like the Gentle touch of Your Beautiful hand,
I wait on Your love
Certain I Understand.
You are my Soul Mate, Destined for me,
Filling my Heart
With one Irrepressible plea,

For Love, For Joy, for Two Hearts Set Free
From the bonds of separation,
For Divine Unity.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found at : projectillum.com

Devotion – #LovePoetry

Devotion:
A Feeling.
An Experience.
A Shudder.
A Breath.
One touch.
One kiss.
One heart unleashed
by all of this.

Devotion:
A change.
A response.
An exclamation.
A whisper.
One Word.
One Promise.
One life altered
Through all of this.

Devotion:
A beginning.
A lifetime.
A sensation.
One truth.
One soul
One heart waiting
You the only goal.

And Devotion.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Mark Spain

Alone – #LovePoetry

Alas, My Love, how Empty is

This bed without you.

How I strain to hear the

Soft and subtle rhythm of

Your Sweetest breath.

How I long to Feel the

Gentle Warmth of Your arms

Embracing me.

How I yearn to lean close,

A soft and tender Kiss to bestow.

Alas, My Love, this bed lies empty,

You are not here, not yet,

And in reverence of its Lonely state

I do shun its comfort

To lie in distracted vigilance

Upon the floor

Alone.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by:  Moonchild-Ljilja