Children’s Story: Laney’s Friends

Laney’s Friends is the story of a little girl with a special gift – she can communicate with animals.

via Children’s Story: Laney’s Friends — StoryYoga for Children

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Children’s Story: The Legend of the Flute Player

We are happy to share with you a new audio children’s story, narrated in both English and Russian. The Legend of the Flute Player is the story about a young boy who must search for a way to share his own music and discover the most beautiful music that exists.

via Children’s Story: The Legend of the Flute Player — StoryYoga for Children

Poem: i have something to say

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i have something to say.

no matter whether i am believed or disbelieved,

rewarded or punished,

praised or belittled.

i must say what i have to say.

there is no other way.

yet should i say it poetically

only the poets would hear.

should i try selling it to voters

it would become lost in politics.

if i were to sing it

it would dance for a while,

then fade into unpopularity.

if i were to paint a picture of it,

its colors would speak for a while,

then dry into a dead permanence.

if i were to scream it,

yell it everywhere i go,

it would run in fear and anger,

recoiling into the shadows awaiting another day.

were i to put it into law,

it would lie scorned by the rebellious nature.

were i to kill for it,

it would wither itself into a lonely grave.

were i to represent it by any form,

surround it with words and deeds,

still there would seem an incompleteness to it’s nature.

yet if i were to ignore it,

stifle it as a repressed heart never to be expressed,

my Soul would cry ceaselessly unto the dying ages.

 

i have something to say,

and so with an inadequate word, i say

Love.

Poem: Water

water

the limitless smooth

shape-shifting into places

of unseen imaginations

infinite forms

fluidly allowing a caress unknown

seeping into soils

kissing all of Life with its

flowing, endless intimacy

freezing into restriction

yet melting into softness

yielding

yet convincing the most hardened

of its power

heat dispersing its elements

mystical vapors

lingering as yet another form

penetrating ever more hidden depths

mingling into Life forms

as nature becomes human by its grace

are we not each but a cup-full of this

limitless wholy water?

mingling mingling

ever-transforming

a power

awaiting its next spill

into infinite eternity

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Poem: Sentinal of Light

beneath the currents of an aging time

rumbles the silence of a Life sublime

with power as mighty as water’s caress

divine whispers answer impossible bequests

for there lies intimate as a naked moan

a fragile Need urging itself upon bone

seeking One’s own dynamic salvation

manifesting Itself as an earthly liberation

 

yet Mind attempting what lies beyond its grasp

sees none other than its own crippling past

and there lost amidst a noisy division

that unuttered Silence comforts the schism

conscious of its lone eternal Effort

hastening what lies unconsciously at work

deep within the shadows of man’s suffering

a Sentinel of Light, Life’s humble offering

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