http://slow.writerscafe.org/WindSinger The original writings of author WindSinger en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990402 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Something I wrote in frustration to release some pent up feelings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/402241/ In times past the love between us was almost like a story book,the passion strong enough to ignite a room,however towards the end it began to have a different look,in my heart it ended all too soon,creating a storm full of anger and fury,along with a mind full of worries,as tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/350669/ A paper that examines the physiological effects of trauma and possible therapies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/348295/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/348293/ You are much stronger than you realize. You are stronger and more capable than you know. In fact, you can handle everything that comes your way with strength to spare.Right now, change your view of yourself to be as strong as you need to be. Quiet the voice of doubt. Go deep within and find the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321574/ Mountains and hills break apart,fields of trees chirp in the night.Lovers naked in the still of the moonlight.While hawks protect their vulnerable state,and the shadows watch for a chance to stir.The wind whispers in their ears,and each are in tears.The wet grass warm upon their skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321570/ I am tearing down my walls andbreaking chains from the fears thathave clouded and scorched my wold,that have kept me in my hell,my spirit has awakened traveling the world.Now I run with the antelope.I chase the butterflies of change,and swim in the healing waters of rebirth.I soar .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321569/  I am learning that the life force,the force within me is WindSinger.  She is a beauty who  dwells by the beach and  transforms into the form of a panther.  She's wild like the river, She is passionate,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321568/  Take my hand....  look inside at who you really are...  remember, and feel who you truely are...  but most of all know who you truely are.   You are connected in every way with The Great Mystery. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321566/  Enter my temple,  And come dance with me the mystery of life,   See the light and know you are at home.  Breathe in the beauty of life,  Remember now who you are?  I do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321565/ How can a person in the midst of chaos in their heartfeel open?My child just let go....How can a person see the beauty of a situation whenit's ugliness it ever present?My child just let go....How can I be open to my creator, when I sabotagethe chances I get to close to him?My child j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321563/ If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps life moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream. In my heart I feel an ache,it tells a story of an intimate sadness,a cowaring fear of intimacy an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321561/ Let mercy come and wash away all that we've done.To bring back the peace and love we all seek.Let mercy come and wash away all the emptinessthat plagues the minds and hearts of those in modern society.Let mercy come and cradle humanity in her graceful abode.Her intentional presense eases h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321559/ Abundance.... so much energy...so much of everything.It spills from the core of creation and spews to the rest of the universe.Be abundant in good positive energy, strength, peace, and love.Abundance is a dance and affair with the Creator,bringing direct experience to the moment.Abundance .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321557/ What happens to a woman when she has to let go?When words cannot express her pain and sorrow.The tears she cries falland he doesn't seem to care at all.What happens to a woman when a stone is cast upon her soul,when dreams are shattered?And she cann't help but feel torn and tattered.Ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321555/ A wondering mind, and restless heart,Stress that seems like an unending road,an unsettling melancholy sweeps over my body.What is happening? Why is it happening?Vitality slips through my fingers and into of the night.Just going through life's motions...just living...surviving.Life feels .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321553/ The centers of who we are and how we feel pulsate like emanating vibrations to the whole of creation, giving a silent invitation for creation to manifest itself.  Giving birth and experiencing the bounty of it's unlimited resources.  The portal for all of creation to manifest is our center.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321551/ Where does your happiness come from? Material objects, a person whom you are with, making money, or just doing something that makes you smile.  Whatever your happiness maybe, I am sure most people know that happiness is a delicate thing. Understand that those external things that make you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321549/ I have come to the realization that what makes a true man or woman is not his/her actions and/or thoughts.  Those are mere results of a way of being that most do not understand, nor have a good example of.  This way of being comes from the essence of our beings to the fabric of our lives a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321547/ I want to love and live fully and presently so that the things that exist so abundantly in my heart, I can give freely to the rest of creation. Giving silent invitations for you do so as well.  I want you to live so passionately, and so freely that you could stand on a mountain top an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321541/  have come to realize that the realities in which we create are a delicate thing, much like the web of life where a single action can change the whole course of an ecosystem a small change in circumstance or attitude can change the course of a situation in a heart beat.  The things that yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321536/ The seedlings of new dreams and life spew from my slumber and into the dawning day waiting to be touched and revered.  Weary eyes from the travels and thoughts throughout space and time, like a faded memory slipping through my fingers.  The starlight of my essence ignited by Divine inspira.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321531/ In your pain, your aloneness, and separateness,you feel as though you are disconnected from all others,that the pain you feel is yours alone,but open your eyes and open your heart,look around you,I stand here before you with thousands of others,I am your sister, your brother, your lover,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321530/  Fleeting words, restless soulsplashing words, colors, energy, emotion,paper, hues, saturation, paint, water,flow from my soul and manifest that which I dream.Know me through my soul, know me through my art,seek me in the rocks beneath the earth,in the ocean floors,in the petals.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321527/ The unbridled wild fire that vibrates and ripples through the core of my being longs and years for sacred union.  In the most intimate and sacred of ways.  An unbridled wild vibrates in the depths of my being.  Yearning, aching, calling for you to come complete me.  You take my s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321276/ I invite mystery and knowledge.Come to me.If you look in my eyes, and see whoI am, you are worthy.And if you can see who I am without a glance,you have won me.For I am the stars in the heavens,the whispers in the trees, andthe song in the wind.I tread softly upon the earth.Find m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321269/ The things that make awarrior great, and send them outto fight.To face the enemies consumingmouth and never think of flight.Are people by themselves,so many people fledthe animals and the earthtoo are they will never leave.The grass spot where the children play,their love who cri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321267/ It takes courage and will to do the right thing.To act in harmony with all men's greatergood and therefore to think properly and see clearly.If there were a ship floundering,wouldn't you rescue it if you could?Of course.  But do we ever rescue ourselves?Hardly ever.Stop looking fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321264/ Every night I hear your name.The wind pities my cries and whispersyour name for you to return.I hear your voice in the distance.Visions of you appear.You walk on the beach of my dreams.You sit on the window watching the rain.I feel your ghost follow me.When a ship wrecks it stays put.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321258/  The day I met you was the day I lost my heart.Tears of joy and pain constantly burden that void,I have always felt.Meeting your see filled eyes made me melt.Pouring water on my fire,calming the storms of butterfliesthat torment my lost heart.When I see your sea filled eyes,th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WindSinger/321256/