Spirit Abides

I am a spirit gaining strength, / making new plans for the journey, / watching the bones whiten and disintegrate into the dark soil.

Linda KeenOctober 13, 2020spirit, spiritual, spiritual poetry, spirituality, intuition, keen intuition, linda keen, poem, poet, poetry, nature, author, author blog, blog, writer, writingComment

Tidal Wave

The fast-paced movement of time is like a tidal wave of destruction, washing everything away that we know and cherish . . .

Linda KeenMarch 10, 2020adventure, spirit, wave, illusion, death, linda keen, keen intuition, author, blog, blogger, author blog, writer, writing, bestselling author, meta, proseComment

A Poem Unto Itself

Keep looking. Now thinking in terms of time and how I always want more. This, in itself, could create an unnatural condition.

I am sitting under my oak tree...

I am sitting / under my oak tree, / alone / with the Holiness. / Tree buds, lightest of green and / just fancying to open, / do not keep the sun / from my face.