This is a poem I wrote at the end of the Saturday...
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Soul Scripts
Dublin, Soul Scripts, May 2006
A soulful day it was to be
straight from the start
and totally free
to be experienced by the heart.
From lists of delights
to conversations and contributions
the day soared to highest heights
with every offering of intuition.
Cheese, ryvita, and giggles of glee
apples, oatcakes, and cups of tea…
our soulful times stretched every moment
purposeful, risky, and definitely poignant.
Oyster catchers & gardens
walks on the beach & through the glens
represented our soul spaces
you should have seen our glimmering faces.
Finally the chance had arrived
to put on the page the changes inside
each of us choosing our favorite medium
we ventured to capture the beat of our drum.
For me, circles of color
expressed to the “fuller”
the whirlings of wind
my spirit did send.
while my inner self kept the flow
relishing the redeeming
encouraging more dreaming.

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