http://slow.writerscafe.org/MorningStar9 The original writings of author Morning Star (SJA) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054794 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 (Expressed from the voice of the Divine, to each one of us.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MorningStar9/1053563/ With love infusedupon a star-filled nighta joyous awakeninglifted my plight,a universe to seeas vision's door openedto bring to the rimall that had been spoken.A glimmering lighton such a nightbrought forth a starthat shone so brightthat nothing else could be seen,for what is there but brightnesstha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MorningStar9/1048840/ All is in passing.What was and what may be,it's just a tide that's passingon the shoreof your greater existence.Pay no heed to it,don't worry about it at all,for yours is a light that ISalways shining,and everything elseis just in passing.So, don't hold onto it at all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MorningStar9/1033393/ In the cool, still calmnessall is dissolved,silenced,and the dawn of this day's lightemergesdressing the shore with its beauty,silencing the stirrings that havealready passedfrom heart and mind.In the calmnessa new voice is heardand it is of love;it is only of lovethat tells us:all has passed,your o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MorningStar9/1033390/ What is past is already forgotten,and interpretation only distortsthe truth that you have foundand that exists as a dewdropon the soft petals of your heart,that are already absorbingthe precious gemof moisturethat's already feeding youthe nourishmentof stillness within love._________________________.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MorningStar9/1021321/ Just stirring, looking to the lightof the sanctuary of Spirit within.Just a flower stirring in the breeze,looking to the whisperings in the skyand the heart,of love's grace.Simply a flowerin her process of growth,of flowering.Just a flower resting in God._____________________.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MorningStar9/996414/ Gentle spirit,with tulip ears,playing softlyin the long grained grassesfrom whichyou feed.Singing to the softness of your own heartwith your playmate close by,with a welcoming glance towards methat brings me great joybefore you turnand all that is seenis the purest streak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MorningStar9/995719/ On a summer breeze I have traveledwith open wingsoaring through the blueness of Spirit light.I touch the earth,at times,and feel its tender softness and experienceunderfoot,to only then be lifted againinto that place where I can soarand feel the lightness,touch the freedom,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MorningStar9/995714/