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gift of summer
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swim waves of a glorious Summer reverie
long daylight and beaming stars
share the fun https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jm-wikpWNFI
Ah to be a Summer gift -- borne on Sun's warm rays,
a welcome lift for all to gaily praise
Summer - Fantasy & Abstract Background Wallpapers on Desktop Nexus (Image 2547662)
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Easy winds, breezy gush of summer rain
feeding the greedy young grains,
growing along the plains, flowers of the storm.
Feeding the beasts of the field,
celebrate blessed excess, as all is revealed.
Burn with hazy summer wine and dance,
feet connecting dust to sky.
Sing of Summer surf, held close to mystery.
Undersea caves cradle chests of gems, shining like starlight.
Summers' call of water and sand;
twilights of harmonic symphonies when Sun
touches green horizons.
scented summer secrets, diffusing softly into twilight
unwinding carnival music, evening blooms, cast out into summer wind
remembrance of soft summer nights by the sea, by the lute of starlight
The summer city in darkness exudes a fantasy quality,
an off-kilter surrealism.
Dark urban streets
Yes, lamplight,
Garishly bright commercial signs,
Traffic lights, head, tail,
mechanical commands.
But here, outside clear designation,
lightless, solitary, obscure.
Brave walk, forward
in quest of inspiration or fabulous
revelation.
Subways, bridges, city bones upon which
to drum, to explore
rhythm and blues.
Sparkly spirit, chaotic amusement,
mystery.
Jeweled sparkle through emblazoned green,
I see a field of play, of poets and sprites gaily a’song
while elf folk take a laugh, a dance,
a merry evening’s holiday.
On roads of old (a half-century or so), firefly pipers inspire
hopeful wild kind to be. Free flight like in infant dreams
before boundaries.
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Re: gift of summer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jm-wikpWNFI
Mother Night and the Sun Child - The Visionary Art of Paul B. Ruckerh
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A gift to the future
racing who knows where
Electrical crashing thunder caught lightning
held in rapt gaze, held in nature's snare.
Free-born to spinning Earth,
curious raveling universe,
natural child let go wild, follow hither and there.
Tempered to exquisite artistry,
to flow with the forces of nature,
in touch with combust eternity.
Living right now, moment to moment,
child of the Sun,
unwinding personal destiny,
owning action and purpose,
so bright, lovely, lively, of graceful delight.
At the heart of human nature is a child,
not waiting for life to begin some day,
trying to figure out what this being human means,
ready to playfully embrace fairy-tale joy.
To live in the kind of world in which that child is loved,
love and nurture reap priceless rewards.
Someday soon, when runes align
with stars, signs,
portents,
wise angels sing.
If Greybeard in some quantum sky,
hallowed by Name,
presides o'er rewards, blessed bliss,
cries in flames of perdition,
would such a power be amused,
indulgent Grandfather bouncing willing
child on some ectoplasmic knee,
promising eternity of
learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
Yes, you, child dancing in the fullness of the night
to ring the rune and cast the spell to make the darkness bright.
Listen, love and revere this wild child who laughs at whirlwinds
and dances to life's changing, challenging melodies. Be free to sing
along without inhibition or internalized mockery.
This is our time, yours and mine, to be wonderfilled.
Like a child counting fireflies,
alive in the darkened air,
dare to immerse with sparkling wonder,
to share
more impeccable stories.
Portfolio - Creative Media Enterprises
https://cmeincgraphics.com/portfolio-vancouver-wa-portland-or/
A child wants the safety of hearth and tribe,
of happy fairytales, everybody well fed and
tucked to bed, caressed in love that hugs away
the slavering beast.
Child in the corner silently singing
of laughing eyes a’float in kindness --
happy fantasy, smiling, dimpling, offers scented flowers
never known to earth's earnest soil.
Lavett Ballard | Child of the Sun (2021) | Available for Sale | Artsy
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A marvelous secret, a hidden treasure trove
while unicorns play harpsichord
within a blossomed grove,
a blessed child with something wild that
plays in rainbow eyes,
has been declared of druid laird,
born to hypnotize.
Been borne to hypnotize,
sing lullabies,
reward all the heathen with sleep,
and dreaming dreams as such who waken
find their very core earthshaken.
Made to believe in possibilities,
they set their sites, reshaping all reality.
Magical child, the world
of time, the universe awaits you,
fiercely at play in the ruins,
stomping antiquities
into sharp shards
to sculpt transcendent mosaics
in shifting sands,
beaming
with myth’s expectations,
a present of celestial laughter.
Enrapt in wonder’s emergent colors,
swaying to music, smiling to play
growing golden through summer's most perfect day
By Victor Nizovtsev | Victor nizovtsev, Painting illustration, Painting
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child of the Sun
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jm-wikpWNFI
Mother Night and the Sun Child - The Visionary Art of Paul B. Ruckerh
https://paulruckerart.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/01/Mother-Night-And-Sun-Child-1.jpg
A gift to the future
racing who knows where.
Electrical crashing thunder caught lightning
held in rapt gaze, held in nature's snare.
Free-born to spinning Earth,
curious raveling universe,
natural child let go wild, follow hither and there.
Tempered to exquisite artistry,
to flow with the forces of destiny,
in touch with combust eternity.
Living right now, moment to moment,
child of the Sun,
owning action and purpose,
unwinding personal will and vision,
so bright, lovely, lively, of graceful delight.
At the heart of human nature is a child,
trying to figure out what this being human means,
not waiting for life to begin some day,
ready to joyfully embrace fairy-tale adventure.
To live in the kind of world in which that child is loved
and nurtured reaps priceless rewards.
Someday soon, when runes align
with stars, signs,
portents,
wise angels sing.
If Greybeard in some quantum sky,
hallowed by Name,
presides o'er rewards, blessed bliss,
cries in flames of perdition,
would such a power be amused,
indulgent Grandfather bouncing willing
child on some ectoplasmic knee,
promising eternity of
learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
Yes, you, child dancing in the fullness of the night
to ring the rune and cast the spell to make the darkness bright.
Listen, love and revere this wild child who laughs at whirlwinds
and dances to life's changing, challenging melodies. Be free to sing
along without inhibition or internalized mockery.
This is our time, yours and mine, to be wonderfilled.
Like a child counting fireflies,
alive in the darkened air,
dare to immerse with sparkling wonder,
to share
more impeccable stories.
Portfolio - Creative Media Enterprises
https://cmeincgraphics.com/portfolio-vancouver-wa-portland-or/
A child wants the safety of hearth and tribe,
of happy fairytales, everybody well fed and
tucked to bed, caressed in love that hugs away
the slavering beast.
Child in the corner silently singing
of laughing eyes a’float in kindness --
happy fantasy -- smiling, dimpling, offers scented flowers
never known to earth's earnest soil.
Lavett Ballard | Child of the Sun (2021) | Available for Sale | Artsy
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A marvelous secret, a hidden treasure trove
while unicorns play harpsichord
within a blossomed grove,
a blessed child with something wild that
plays in rainbow eyes,
has been declared of druid laird,
born to hypnotize.
Been borne to hypnotize,
sing lullabies,
reward all the heathen with sleep,
and dreaming dreams as such who waken
find their very core earthshaken.
Made to believe in possibilities,
they set their sites, reshaping all reality.
Magical child, the world
of time, the universe awaits you,
fiercely at play in the ruins,
stomping antiquities
into sharp shards
to sculpt transcendent mosaics
in shifting sands,
beaming
with myth’s expectations,
a present of celestial laughter.
Enrapt in wonder’s emergent colors,
swaying to music, smiling to play
growing golden through summer's most perfect day
By Victor Nizovtsev | Victor nizovtsev, Painting illustration, Painting
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Re: child of the Sun
https://mirrorvisions.blogspot.com/2022/08/celebrate-child-of-sun_7.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TckZaa-PTrc
https://paulruckerart.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/01/Mother-Night-And-Sun-Child-1.jpg
A gift to the future
racing who knows where.
Paradigm crashing thunder thrill lightning
held in rapt gaze, held in nature's snare.
Free-born to spinning Earth,
curious raveling universe,
natural child let go wild, follow hither and there.
Tempered to exquisite artistry,
to flow with the forces of destiny,
in touch with combust eternity.
Living right now, moment to moment,
owning action and purpose,
child of the Sun.
At the heart of human nature is a child,
trying to figure out what this being human means,
not waiting to begin to live some day,
unwinding personal will and sight, so bright,
lovely, lively, graceful delight,
ready now to embrace fairy-tale adventure.
The kind of world in which
that child is loved
and nurtured reaps priceless rewards.
Someday soon, when runes align
with stars, signs,
portents,
wise angels sing.
If Greybeard in some quantum sky,
hallowed by Name,
presides o'er rewards, blessed bliss,
helpless cries in flames of perdition,
would such a power be amused,
indulgent Grandfather bouncing willful
child on some ectoplasmic knee,
promising eternity of learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
Yes, you, child dancing in the fullness of the night
to ring the rune and cast the spell to make the darkness bright
Listen,
love and revere this wild child who laughs at whirlwinds
and dances to life's changing, challenging melodies. Be free to sing
without inhibition or internalized mockery.
This is our time, yours and mine, to be wonderfilled.
Like a child counting fireflies,
alive in the darkened air,
dare to immerse with sparkling wonder,
to share
more impeccable stories.
A child wants the safety of hearth and tribe,
of happy fairytales, everybody well fed and
tucked to bed, caressed in love that hugs away
the slavering beast.
Child in the corner silently singing happy fantasy
of laughing eyes a’float in kindness --
smiling, dimpling, offers deeply scented flowers
never known to earth's earnest soil.
https://d7hftxdivxxvm.cloudfront.net/?resize_to=fit&width=548&height=800&quality=80&src=https%3A%2F%2Fd32dm0rphc51dk.cloudfront.net%2FpmLo52H6irEOJFNOHq2-DA%2Fnormalized.jpg
A marvelous secret, a hidden treasure trove
while unicorns play harpsichord
within a blossomed grove,
a blessed child with something wild that
plays in rainbow eyes,
has been declared of druid laird,
born to hypnotize.
Been borne to hypnotize,
sing lullabies,
reward all the heathen with sleep,
and dreaming dreams as such who waken
find their very core earthshaken.
Made to believe in possibilities,
they set their sites, reshaping all reality.
Magical child, the world of time,
the universe awaits you,
fiercely at play in the ruins,
stomping antiquities
into sharp shards
to sculpt transcendent mosaics
in shifting sands,
beaming
with myth’s expectations,
a present of celestial laughter.
Enrapt in wonder’s emergent colors,
swaying to music, smiling to play,
growing golden through summer's most perfect day
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child of earth
A child is a gift to the future
racing who knows where Electrical crashing and thunder caught lightning aware held in camera's gaze held in nature's snare Natural child Let her go wild Follow her there
your inner child joyfully playing. Love and nurture that child and reap the priceless rewards.
. A child is not waiting for its life to begin sometime in adulthood. The child is living its life, right now, day to day, unwinding personal destiny (or however you want to image it). It doesn't matter if we "ask to be born." We are our own action and purpose.
free-born to the Earth,
a child of the universe
open to creating destiny.
flow with the forces
of nature,
in touch with combust eternity,
child of the Sun
someday soon, when runes align
with stars, signs,
portents,
innocence dissolves. Wise angels sing.
so bright, lovely, lively, a child of graceful delight,
ready to embrace a fairy-tale life
If Greybeard in some quantum sky,
hallowed by Name,
presides o'er rewards, blessed bliss,
cries in flames of perdition,
why would such a power be amused,
indulgent Grandfather bouncing willing
child on some ectoplasmic knee,
promising eternity
It is learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
as child or Queen
Yes, you the child dancing in the fullness of the night
To ring the rune and cast the spell to make the darkness bright.
tempered to exquisite artistry.
The man who would flow with the forces
of nature,
in touch with combust eternity,
child of the Sun.
remember with new respect for who you have always been but feared to see"
This ally silently screaming within my deepest heart, my darkest dreams
"Listen, love and revere this wild child who laughs at whirlwinds and dances to life's changing, challenging melodies. Be free to sing along without inhibition or internalized mockery. This is our time, yours and mine, to be wonderfilled."?
A child wants the safety of hearth and tribe,
of happy fairytales, everybody well fed and
tucked to bed, caressed in love that hugs away
the slavering beast.
Like a child counting fireflies,
alive in the darkened air,
dare to immerse with sparkling wonder,
to share
more impeccable stories.
child in the corner silently singing
to hold tears, tongue, repent, recoil.
Singing of laughing eyes a’float in kindness --
happy fantasy to pretend to remember.
smiling child painting with excrement
Dimpling, she offers scented flowers never known to earth's earnest soil
I am free-born to the Earth,
a child of the universe
open to creating destiny.
A marvelous secret, a hidden treasure trove
While unicorns play harpsichord
Within a blossomed grove
A newborn child with something wild that
plays in rainbowed eyes
Has been declared of druid laird
born to hypnotize
Been borne to hypnotize
Sing lullabies
Reward all the heathen with sleep
And dreaming dreams as such who waken
Find their very core earthshaken
And made to believe in possibilities
They set their sites, reshaping all reality
child beams
with myth’s expectations.
Stark branches pierce night sky.
Pine scented snow, a present
of celestial laughter.
Unafraid of fear,
warm slippers, teddy bear,
blankets soft as clouds,
texture of welcome
A child of my time
and the universe
Fiercely at play in the ruins
stomping antiquities
into sharp shards
to sculpt my mosaic
in shifting sands
A child grows
And learns to know
The Norms and Bounds and Social Graces.
Learns to see a world that we
have carefully wrought and framed.
Free-born to spinning Earth,
curious child of raveling universe
intimately bespeaks destiny.
Growing tall and strong,
bright and athletically inclined, a golden child he
seemed
at the heart of human nature is child trying to figure out what this being human means
I want to live in the kind of world in which that child is loved
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Re: child of earth
child of earth
at the heart of human nature is a child
trying to divine what this being human means
Child through time, synecdoche universe,
fiercely at play in our vast ruins
stomping antiquities into sharp shards
to sculpt transcendent mosaic in shifting sands.
a gift to the future
not waiting for life to begin, some designated year,
right now, day to day,
unwinding personal destiny, action and purpose,
racing who knows where,
held in nature's snare,
electrical crashing, thunder caught lightning
aware,
natural child joyfully wild, strikingly there
A child grows
And learns to know
The Norms and Bounds and Social Graces.
Learns to see a world
carefully wrought and framed.
Free-born to spinning Earth,
daring leaps of enchantment
in flow with primal forces, eternal
magicks.
Lovely, lively, graceful delight,
ready to explore blessed, precious life
open to creating destiny --
adore, succor that marvelous child; reap
priceless rewards.
When runes align with stars, signs,
portents,
innocence joins immanence. Wise angels sing.
If Greybeard in some quantum sky,
hallowed by accreted tradition,
presides o'er rewards, blessed bliss,
cries in flames of perdition,
would such a power want to be seen as
indulgent Granddad bouncing wide-eyed
child on His ectoplasmic knee,
promising eternity
is learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
Yes, you child, dancing in the fullness of the night
to ring the rune, cast the spell to make the darkness bright
Remember, with awed respect for who you have always been but feared to see,
silent ally whispers within deepest heart, darkest dreams
"Listen, love and revere this wild child who laughs at whirlwinds,
dances to life's changing, challenging melodies.
Be free to sing along without inhibition or internalized mockery.
This is our time, yours and mine, to be wonderfilled."
A child wants the safety of hearth and tribe,
of happy fairytales, every body well fed and
tucked to bed, caressed in love that hugs away
the slavering beast.
Like a child chasing fireflies,
alive in the darkened air,
dare to embrace sparkling wonder,
to share your most awe-inspiring, enlivening
stories.
child in the corner quietly sings of
laughing eyes a’float in kindness --
happy fantasy to pretend to remember.
smiling child on warm pavement,
painting with excrement,
offers heavenly flowers never known to earth's earnest soil
A marvelous secret, a hidden treasure trove
where unicorns play harpsichord
within a blossomed grove,
A newborn child with something wild that
plays in rainbowed eyes
Has been declared seer sorcerer,
born to hypnotize
To hypnotize,
sing lullabies,
reward all the heathen with sleep
And dreaming dreams as such who waken
find their very core earthshaken
Made to believe in possibilities
they set their sites, reshaping all reality
child beams
with myth’s expectations.
Stark branches pierce night sky.
Pine scented snow, a present
of celestial laughter.
Unafraid of fear,
warm slippers, teddy bear,
blankets soft as clouds,
texture of welcome
Grow, strong and wise,
within,
that beautiful, kind world
where such a child is nurtured and loved
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Re: gift of summer
Ride glorious waves of Summer reverie,
long, indulgent daylight, enchanted nights
awash with fun
Ah to be a Summer gift -- born on Sun's warm rays a’smile,
a welcome lift to bask in, to adore. Joined in dulcet cheer,
we rise in salutation, to celebrate, to feel
spirits soar.
Easy winds, breezy gush of summer rain
feeding the greedy young grains
growing along the plains. Flowers of the storm
feeding the beasts of the field.
Exult in blessed season as heaven revealed.
Burn with hazy summer wine and dance,
feet connecting dust to sky.
Sing of Summer surf, held close to mystery.
Summers' call of water and sand;
twilights of harmonic symphonies when Sun
entwines with green horizons.
scented summer secrets diffuse softly into twilight
unwinding carnival music, evening blooms, billowing out into gentle wind
remembrance of soft summer nights by the sea, by the lute of starlight
The summer city in darkness exudes a fantasy quality,
sultry surreal.
Dark urban streets
Yes, lamplight,
Garishly bright commercial signs,
Traffic lights’ mechanical commands.
But here, outside clear designation,
lightless, mysterious, obscure.
Brazen walk forward
in quest of inspiration or fabulous
revelation.
Subways, bridges, city bones upon which
to drum, explore
rhythm and blues,
exuberant spirit, chaotic amusement.
Jewel-like sparkle through emblazoned green,
a field of play, poets and sprites gaily a’song.
Wily elf folk take a laugh, a dance,
a merry evening’s holiday.
On roads of old, firefly pipers inspire
hopeful wild kind to be. Free flight like in infant dreams
before boundaries.
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Re: child of earth
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXWzA8MMSp0
Child of earth
at the heart of human nature is a child
trying to divine what this being human means
Child through time, synecdoche universe,
fiercely at play in our vast ruins stomping antiquities into sharp shards
to sculpt transcendent mosaic in shifting sands.
a gift to the future
not waiting for life to begin, some designated year,
right now, day to day,
unwinding personal destiny, action and purpose
racing who knows where,
held in nature's snare,
electrical thunder/lightning ecstatic
aware,
natural child joyfully wild, strikingly there
A child grows
And learns to know
The Norms and Bounds and Social Graces.
Learns to see a world
carefully wrought and framed.
https://www.istockphoto.com/illustrations/fantasy
Free-born to spinning Earth,
daring leaps of enchantment
in flow with primal forces, eternal
magicks.
ready to explore blessed, precious life
open to creating destiny --
adore, succor that marvelous child; reap
priceless rewards.
When runes align with stars, signs,
portents,
innocence joins immanence. Wise angels sing.
If Greybeard in some quantum sky,
hallowed in accreted tradition,
presides o'er rewards, blessed bliss,
cries in flames of perdition,
would such a power want to be seen as
indulgent Granddad bouncing wide-eyed
child on His ectoplasmic knee,
promising eternity
is learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine symphony
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
Yes, you child, dancing in the fullness of the night
to ring the rune, cast the spell to make the darkness bright
https://www.wallpaperflare.com/dance-fantasy-magic-male-water-one-person-motion-full-length-wallpaper-sysld
Remember, with awed respect for who you have always been but feared to see,
silent ally whispers within deepest heart, darkest dreams
"Listen, love and revere this wild child who laughs at whirlwinds,
dances to life's changing, challenging melodies.
Be free to sing without inhibition or internalized mockery.
This is our time, yours and mine, to be wonderfilled."
A child wants the safety of hearth and tribe,
of happy fairytales, every body well fed and
tucked to bed, caressed in love that hugs away
the slavering beast.
Like a child chasing fireflies,
alive in the darkened air,
dare to embrace sparkling wonder,
to create and share awe-inspiring, esprit inciting stories.
https://www.istockphoto.com/illustrations/magical-realism
child in the corner quietly sings of
laughing eyes a’float in kindness --
happy fantasy to pretend to remember
smiling child on warm pavement,
painting with excrement,
offers heavenly flowers never known to earth's earnest soil
A marvelous secret, a hidden treasure trove
where unicorns play harpsichord
within a blossomed grove,
A newborn child with something wild that
plays in rainbowed eyes
Has been declared seer sorcerer,
born to hypnotize
To cauterize
with lullabies,
reward all the heathen with sleep
And dreaming dreams as such who waken
find their very core earthshaken
Made to believe in possibilities
they set their sites, reshaping all reality
Child beams
with myth’s expectations,
earth’s present
of celestial laughter,
unafraid of fear
warm cocoa, teddy bear,
blankets soft as clouds,
texture of welcome
Grow, strong and wise,
within,
that beautiful, kind world
where such a child is nurtured and loved
https://www.peakpx.com/en/hd-wallpaper-desktop-agogb
https://mirrorvisions.blogspot.com/2022/09/child-of-earth_6.html
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