See that golden hue
Burning in the west
My dreams are with that color
My dreams are the sun
The sun always sets
But never seems to rise
That sun carries my dreams
Slowly out of my reach
I watch it slide away
Leaving me behind
The color disappears
My dreams are with that sun
Whenever the sun sets
It rises in another place
A place blessed by that light
My dreams are hidden in that light
At my window seat
I watch the sun take it all away
My dreams are with the sun
My dreams are the sun

Poem title: My Dreams Are the Sun
~Written by Dawn Michelle

Never take someone for granted,
Hold every person close to your heart
because you might wake up one day
and realize that you’ve lost a diamond
while you were too busy collecting stones…

We all have the seeds of love in us.
We can develop this wonderful source of energy,
nurturing the unconditional love
that does not expect anything in return.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

Choose Happiness
Choose Life
Choose to be Embraced
Choose to Know who you really are
Choose to Let go
Choose to
SMILE

Stop carrying the past
See how light you feel
Choose to Walk on
Without your Burden

Get used to
FEELING FREE

Don’t regret the changes

~Written by Marlene Rose Soul Dimensions

Where Do I go from here?
Where does life start or end
When there are so many bends?
Can it be there is no beginning?
No ending or between?

Perhaps it is just becoming, existing and
The endlessness of being.
Look for where the brightest light shines
To show your path to you
One with all the signs
That point to a better view

Travel round the roadblocks
Whenever they appear and remember!
When life is clear
Spirit is near so trust and progress
And let go of fear.

~Julie Stuart October ’95

Beautiful Dawn. Photo credit: Randy Neufeldt

This moment can be
A New Dawn,
A New Day….
Forgive, Forget,
and move on
Ask your self;
Do I wish to keep repeating the pattern?
Perhaps it’s time for something NEW

~Written by Julie Stuart

Air is warm
Laying down enjoying
The serenity of the day
Listening to sounds passing
Wondering what they are
Breeze passes over me
A touch so light
A tickle on a babies skin
Playing with the leaves
Creating the lazy feel
Look up at the sky
So blue and unchanging
Lost in its vastness
Wishing time would stop
Breathing oh so lightly
Chest hardly moves
Relaxing
Not a care in the world

Poem title: Relaxing
Written January 2007
~by Alison Smith

The weak can never forgive.
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

~Mahatma Gandhi

Men do not value a good deed
unless it brings a reward.
~Ovid

When someone loves you,
the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name
is safe in their mouth.

~Billy – age 4