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Phenomenal Woman

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Marvel 2012 by Drea Jensen Step back to see the sensational differences in life's situations.  http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/marvel-2012-drea-jensen.html

Marvel 2012 by Drea Jensen
Step back to see the sensational differences in life’s situations.
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Phenomenal Woman

BY MAYA ANGELOU

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

 

Falcon Flies Brightly

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Eye of Horus 2013 by Drea Jensen
A person’s words can only say so much, look to their eyes to see them for who they truly are.
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The Eye of Horus

The Falcon flies brightly, soaring before us,

High above blue of the Nile- the old way dies…

Enter the power of the new God Child Horus!

 

Eager his crown from above watching the skies…

Youthful the child of Isis grows ever strong.

Enshrined in ties of the past –  a bloodline of lies.

 

Osiris long slain – blood calls for vengeance!

Father your true son succeeds you – Hear my cries!

 

His missing eye gazes, coldly disguising

Over the truth of Thoth’s Ibis domain.

Rightful the temple that cleanses desolation

Under the strength of the missing eye rising,

Set slinks impotent back to his wastes – there to remain.

Merlin 

 

Song for Autumn

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Autumn 2012 by Drea Jensen Everything around us is ever changing, sometimes for the best, and sometimes for the worst. Because of the change, we must slow down and find what it is we want to stay the same. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/autumn-2012-drea-jensen.html

Autumn 2012 by Drea Jensen
Everything around us is ever changing, sometimes for the best, and sometimes for the worst. Because of the change, we must slow down and find what it is we want to stay the same.
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 Song for Autumn

In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

~ Mary Oliver

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me

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~Daydream 2012~ ~Money Honey 2011~ ~Ventral 2012~

Daydream 2012
Money Honey 2011
Ventral 2012

LIFE DOESN’T FRIGHTEN ME
By: Maya Angelou

Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hail
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don’t frighten me at all
Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn’t frighten me at all.

I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won’t cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

Tough guys in a fight
All alone at night
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don’t frighten me at all.

That new classroom where
Boys pull all my hair
(Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls)
They don’t frighten me at all.

Don’t show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I’m afraid at all
It’s only in my dreams.

I’ve got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve,
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.

Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

 

Wild and Precious

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Garden 2012 by Drea Jensen The most beautiful art can be found flourishing in nature...or your very own garden. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/garden-2012-drea-jensen.html

Garden 2012 by Drea Jensen
The most beautiful art can be found flourishing in nature…or your very own garden.
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The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Love the Questions

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Diversion 2012 by Drea  Jensen Confusion can often divert our original paths. Keeping a level head is a must to stay as close on course as you can. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/diversion-2012-drea-jensen.html

Diversion 2012 by Drea Jensen
Confusion can often divert our original paths.
Keeping a level head is a must to stay as close on course as you can.
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“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue.  Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.  And the point is, to live everything.  Live the questions now.  Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Everything Lost

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Painting Honey

Painting Honey by Drea Jensen
May the divine feminine bless us all with her honey bees!

Honey At The Table

It fills you with the soft
essence of vanished flowers, it becomes
a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow
from the honey pot over the table

and out the door and over the ground,
and all the while it thickens,

grows deeper and wilder, edged
with pine boughs and wet boulders,
pawprints of bobcat and bear, until

deep in the forest you
shuffle up some tree, you rip the bark,

you float into and swallow the dripping combs,
bits of the tree, crushed bees – – – a taste
composed of everything lost, in which everything lost is found.

Mary Oliver

Work of Women

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Money Honey 2011

Money Honey 2011 by Drea Jensen
Good fortune is all around us. All we have to do is embrace it.
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This work of women!

Yes. It is time for a revolution of women and path,

women and money,

women and business,

women and art,

women and marketplace.

We do not choose to give our works away for nothing.

We are not starving artists. We are not frivolous.

We are creators whose creations 
save lives, mend wounds, change the world.

This work of priestesses and practitioners of every kind is VISIONARY WORK.

Our work is vital. Essential. Needed.

This work of women must include creating livelihood.

This is not easy, quick, fun, or likely.

This may not be accepted or encouraged.

But this is what we must do.

Create an abundance revolution!

We are creating our own path.

We are creating our own marketplace.

We are creating our own money.

We create art.
 We work from the heart.

We deserve to be compensated.

We are creating our own

mystical cosmic luminous overflowing BANK.

A bank that does not cause, contribute to or condone

the suffering of others for profit.

A Women’s Bank. Believe it. Create it.
Deposit into it.

Draw from it. 
Invite other women into it.

Enter the income stream in your little golden boat

and dream and work and pray and play and prosper.

Do not stop. Keep going. 
It will almost always seem impossible.

But we make miracles. Believe in you. In us.

Miracles are organizing themselves right now.

Around our dreams, our work, our visions.

Let us go out, armed with what matters

And with the prayers of our Grandmothers, shining!

©2009 Shiloh Sophia McCloud
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Framework: Free Will & Destiny

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“Believe it or not, the notions of free will and destiny are not mutually exclusive.

Predestination is the universal framework of limits (based on natural physical laws) placed upon us.

Free will is our infinite ability to make choices within that framework.

Because the universal scale is so great—and most of it constitutes an undiscovered frontier—our choices are only limited by our knowledge, our abilities, and our imagination.

To put it simply, the world is such a huge playground sandbox that we will never run out of sand or reach the faraway safety fence of destiny.

So go out there and play!”
Vera NazarianThe Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration