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Each Time This Prodigal Daughter Returns Home…

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The Ol’ Crone Who Resides Within – Original drawing/photo by Toni Roberts

to the

   HEART

she finds

SOMEONE

there to come

HOME

to

 

 

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SURRENDER…Part Two…

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Photo by Toni Roberts Central Park, NYC

 

   SURRENDER…

complete

absolute

   total…

the only intelligent thing to do

when caught

broken

weeping

and

powerless

between a rock and a hard place

Toni Roberts’ Artwork and Photography May Be Viewed & Purchased at:

http://www.cafepress.com/DaughtersofGaia

http://www.cafepress.com/orishatreasures

http://www.fineartamerica.com/art/all/toni+roberts/all

http://toniroberts.imagekind.com

A Reminder From The Past…As I Continue Along This Journey To Wholeness…

Original drawing/photo by Toni Roberts

Original drawing/photo by Toni Roberts

 

Come, She beckoned,
Come here, my child,
Come sit beside me
Here in the Soul-protected
Silence of Solitude

Listen, my daughter,
To the sound
Of
Silence…

To the beating
Of
Your
Heart

To the rhythm of
Your
Breath…

Psst

Come sit with me in
Love-filled
Solitude,
Away from the
Din
Of
The
World

Sit quietly, my love and
Listen to the
Sound of
Your
BEING

And when I turned my
Ear inward
Permitting myself to
Hear beyond the
Devastating cries of my
Pained and wounded heart,
I heard Her whisper:

You must be It
Not just say It

Drawing and poem originally published as: “My Ol’ Crone Within;” The Crone Chronicles magazine, 1998

Toni Roberts’ Artwork and Photography May Be Viewed and Purchased at:

http://www.cafepress.com/DaughtersofGaia

http://www.cafepress.com/orishatreasures

http://www.fineartamerica.com/art/all/toni+roberts/all

http://toniroberts.imagekind.com

The Crone Who Dwells Within…*

the crone who dwells within...

the crone who dwells within…

Come, She beckoned,

Come here, my child,

Come sit beside me…

Here in the Soul-protected

Silence of

Solitude.

Listen, my daughter,

Can you hear the Sound

of

Silence?

The beating

of

Your

Heart?

The sound of

Your

Breath?

Psst.

Come sit with me in

Love-filled

Solitude,

Away from the

Din

of

the

World.

Sit quietly and

Listen to the

Sound of

Your

BEING.

And when I turned my

Ear inward and

Allowed myself to

Hear beyond the

Devastating cries of my

Pained and Wounded Heart,

I heard Her whisper:

YOU MUST BE IT…

NOT JUST SAY IT.

*Poem and Drawing by Toni Roberts. Originally published in the Crone Chronicles magazine. Winter Solstice (1998-99)

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