Beware of Darkness (worth repeating)

Watch out now, take care, beware of

falling swingers, dropping all around you;

The pain that often mingles in your


Beware of Darkness

Watch out now, take care beware the

thoughts that linger

winding up inside your head –

The hopelessness around you in the

dead of night

Beware of sadness

It can hit you; it can hurt you –

Make you sore and what is more, that is

not what you are here for

Watch out now, take care, beware of soft

shoe shufflers

dancing down the sidewalks,

as each unconscious sufferer; wanders

aimlessly, beware of MAYA

Watch out now, take care, beware of

greedy leaders

They’ll take you where you should not go,

While Weeping Atlas Cedars they just

want to grow – Beware of darkness

_George Harrison

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Happy Solstice

Today summer and winter meet and greet and do a little dance; as they twirl in each others arms, they create a wind that whispers, “miracle”… “celebrate”

P. R. Lowe

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Peace in the World

When the power of love overcomes the love of power then there will be peace in the world.

_Jimi Hendrix

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Strange Berries, Strange Days

June 22, 2017

I went out this morning to pick a few blackberries, intent on leaving most of them for the bears and other critters…just wanted a taste, as there is nothing quite like a fresh berry outta the hot sun…and just being there amongst those tangled, snatching vines in the humid air always gives me fond memories of going blackberry picking with my dad… deep in some neglected cow pasture with not a house or road for miles. That was quite an adventure! but also another story, which I fully intend to tell some day (he was definitely fae-folk)…but the story this morning is that I came home with photos rather than berries and a big “What the F***?”

The berries (all of them) were covered in what looked like white powder. Was that there two days ago? When I first made plans to come back and get a few? No, I don’t think it was. I would have noticed immediately just like I did today. Sooo what is it? And should anyone eat them??? Chem-trail residue? (oh, I forgot those aren’t real…at least according to some folk.)

But aside from berries covered with some unintelligible residue, the last day or so has just been friggin’ weird…(yep, even weirder than usual for the last few years) and I have found myself desiring to shut myself up in the house and turn on the AC, not something I usually wanna do or see as a particularly high choice…..I almost feel like I am hiding from something…avoiding something outside…escaping from…but what? Am I the only one feeling this way….I kinda doubt it. So what to do? Bear says to marry my star power with my animal power…in other words, my instinct with my intuition. Basically stop worrying about the whys and whats, do your best to stay in love and outta fear and follow both. Ahhh, the polarities once again.


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Draw Close and Sing

copyright © June 11, 2017

by P. R. Lowe

Draw close to the spirit of the land

the time is at hand

to know from where you come

and the drum of the ancients calls your name

Sacred it is and unknown to all but you

time to do what you have left off so long

to sing your song and sing it clear and true.

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Once You Know

Once you know a thing to be true it becomes challenging to carry on, as if it is not; especially if everyone around you seems to do so. _P. R. Lowe

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Lost and Found

by P. R. Lowe

copyright © May 22, 2017

(I found this poem yesterday while “cleaning out”, it was tacked to an old cork board…no date no title, but it speaks volumes)

I do not long for love

that consumes me

but rather love that feeds me

that carries me aloft

on the wings of the hawk

not one that pitches me downward

into lust and fear

a man for my girl

a woman for the boy

a day for the night

a night for day

and in this way

we shall be free

to be as one at last

wars from the past over

the scent of clover

wafting in through open windows

open hearts

open minds

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