In the late afternoons baskets of light weave themselves into the branches.
They catch the sun and make it into petals and stars dancing through circles.
I love to watch for these baskets of light. Click them into my camera and hold them in an image.
If only children could climb into them away from the world’s fights.
They could beam their future, their dreams, their innocent light into the hearts of all them that are too attached to land and ideals that separate and antagonise.
Oh for the baskets of light that give the human spirit might. If only they could capture hate and ignorance and burn them away.
The sky cannot be owned. The sun cannot be captured. The light shines on all, through the baskets of light.
(c) June Perkins, words and image.
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You write so pretty June. This piece so beautifully fathomless in meaning, it takes my breath away.
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lovely premonitions 🙂
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Thanks for leaving your thoughts Dimity, thinking a lot about peace.
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Thankyou.
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Reblogged this on Ripple Poetry and commented:
Not sure if this a poem or a meditation.
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Reblogged this on Australian Blogs by Bahais.
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I, too, found that my breath was taken away by this poem — so beautiful —
Hoping for peace so that love and hope may be nurtured in the children’s hearts —
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Thankyou so much, we do so need to build peace in our world, through action and poetry – trying to make a difference.
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