Author: Renee Espriu

I am a daughter, mother, grandmother, seeker of Spiritual Peace and Soul Filled Freedom. I have been to graduate school and to seminary and have eclectic beliefs that encompass many faiths and believe Nature to be the basis of everything that is and that everything that is is also a part of Nature. Life is a continuing journey that is ever changing, every becoming and is gifted to me. My path will take me where it goes without ever reaching any true destination.
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Path of Spirit

Queries reminiscent,
searching fragmented,
timeless paths across
multitudes of soul
troubled landscape
destination of
Spirit unknown

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  Ā© July 2011 Renee Espriu

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Spirit Dancing

Glistening tendrils of curlyĀ hair twisting as tender grape vinesĀ  framing her face as sleep overcomes pulling at eyes and lashes bringing dreams beneath the moon a silver sliver of light spilling across a smiling face taking her running across sun drenched fields of wild flowers where serenity is never anĀ  illusion but life’s continuing answer to Spirit’s dancing
music a soul’s peaceful step’s journeying

Ā© July 2011 Renee Espriu

Spirit Dancer:Ā  Native American Indians perform ceremonial dances (originallyĀ during the Winter months)Ā to personify their respective guardian Spirits and participantsĀ dress in costumes that represent Ā those Spirits, for example a Bear, Wolf, or Eagle and others.

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Small Paws

Fireflies in a night sky
beheld by two sparkling eyes
Butterflies drift on the air
small paws to capture there
tall grass to seek its’ prey
all within the light of day
cardboard boxes to hide in
now a lion’s lair and den

Ā© July 2011 Renee Espriu

 

Dedicated to curious cats everywhere including my own.

 

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Beauty

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She only saw blue veins worming through
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  liver spotted hands, joints knarled as
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  aged tree branches turning this way,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  that way, unable to grasp unless with
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  pain that penetrated deep into sadness

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  We saw a heart overflowing with love,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  heard laughter pealing like sacred bells
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  high in a church tower and knew a young
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  woman walked alongside her straight and
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  tall apart from her bent leg and cane

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  She thought if only time would slow and
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  beauty isn’t only skin deep because I
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  feel the years all the way through and I
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  really commiserate with the Ugly Duckling
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  longing to be that beautiful Swan

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  We thought how beautiful she is especially
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  when she smiles making us warm inside amid
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  gloomy days always sunny causing us to think
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  how wonderful to age with such grace and to
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā cause others to feel as beautiful as she

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  Ā© June 2011 Renee Espriu

In memory of my grandmother, who no matter what, was young always.Ā 

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Whispers

Life beckons perpetrating innocence
unaware of unknown substances
coursing through veins imitating
blood in the guise of ink, of lead,
breathing life into that emptiness
now flowing as meaningful a a
river swift, unrelenting as the
heart pounding in her chest,
giving rise to words of beauty,
some profound, all with passion as
poured out onto paper with artistry
becoming life and all
else is but whispers in
the wind

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā© June 2011 Renee Espriu

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Bittersweet

photo courtesy of http://www.beautifulfreepictures.com

Penultimate visions of time
swirling as particles of
sand through an hourglass
capturing but unable to
hold youth’s victory over
age as the pendulum swings
keeping years in motion
forever capturing the sweet
smell of a rose’s passion a
memories bittersweet gift
while the petals wither to
vanish and die forgotten

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  Ā© June 2011 Renee Espriu

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Until I’m Gone


Doorway framed
observing,
wondering about a
lifetime of
patterns
his snoring, her
gentle breathing
shaped like
spoons facing
each other
lying unmoving,
imagining if in
dreaming each
one tells the
other the one
feeling left
unsaid, to please
hold me until
I’m gone

Ā© June 2011 Renee Espriu