A Princess and A Gift (Christmas Short Story)		The Coming of Joy
Through a Fine Line of Life and Living		Happy New Year!
A Special Spirit		Untitled
Comfort		Insight...
Though This Night...		A Place

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Trotting the roads in a sleigh, A big black horse and bells, What a beautiful sight this beholds, Ding, ding, and ding…at each step of hooves.

Whiteness falls so steadily, It gives a hint of grace, As dancing from above in sky, To last stop of motion on where it lands, Rolled hill on right, Trees deeply covering the land on left, A straight lane to town… With it gives the radiance shown from your cheeks.

Pinkish and pert, The coolness makes you clamber closer, Huddling the blanket and arm of mine, So warmth can be from the heart, As well as the covered comfort of cloth, Draped so well around us both.

Love in winter has its own way of saying, "I love you" from nature’s domain of season, Touching of soul through bringing all together, A special closeness, Only brought at this juncture have seasoned truth, When cold lips touching are made happening.

Christmas, Christmas, oh lovely time of year.

On great horse, Ringing in the freshness of snow and love, Carry us to our wondrous home of fire and calm, So cheerfully we can roast by the winter’s fire, And make the lips that where so cold, Touch, Melting the cold and wet sense left from a beautiful ride, So late at night.

I give her a present, Beautiful as the rosy cheeks and wonderful smile, Ending a brilliance of night with a quietness of air about, Except…

Those far off sounds of reindeer bells, Knowing the black horse is in bedding, A look at each other gives a hint of wonder, We walk effortlessly to the window, Looking outward at another lovely sight of Christmas night, Santa Claus moving across the sky, Saying as if only to us, "And to all…a good night."

Both our heads came together and hugging, Giving glance to a wonderful feeling of love and kindness That the outside world of nature could only give at a time such as this, "And to you Santa…thank you for the gift of love."

Sleep brings a slow covering across the little town, And all sleep very well, Dreaming, gazing through a realm of fantasy, Those two people lived for real, And still standing by the window, Looking for the sunrise of beauty and life.

Merry Christmas, Was said to each in a whisper of time…

One part of year is special because of the gifts and love given. There is no time other than Christmas when we can enjoy the moments of togetherness and all what giving brings. A truth to the wonderment of a born babe in wonderland makes happen to the spirit from that life, so well made to happen with every lived time of day and night, throughout the year left…and carried into every new year of our life.

EnchantedWords © Copyright, 1998

There is a place, which makes anything sought of sight, sensed or felt, far beyond a realism. As Letting a quietness grow inside spirit, and sent thoughts outward of normalcy an entrance will begin.

It means to let the child-minded way come back, those fairies seen amongst the flowers of unbelievable colors filling a valley of exquisite tranquil gardens. Pathways to so many new experiences, seemingly time was not enough, so thought, outside own real world existence there is no time movement for concentration. Passing many ponds of lilies, towards another spent avenue of belief, the hands as walking touch lightly the tops of tall grass and leaves. From those flowered vines, the fairy which came across also reached up with her hand and gently tickled palm.

So fine the wings, her beauty unmatched by any artist’s ability, she sits as watching pass. From the movement of motion a whisk of air almost blew her off the perch taken upon leaf, then in an eye blink she has left, with the leaf gracefully moving to give notice, something was there, somehow disturbed its place of rest, it may bring a thought of sent whisper from the breeze.

This essence of a place is shown to be real, as own heartbeat in a night’s quietness; sensed like the beginning of a winter’s coolness; as summer’s afternoon coming to end; in their special moment of time.

As imagination warrants a running stream of fresh water, it douses imagery with so much felt life, there isn’t a moment to spare taking in everything around, so not to lose a small infinite part for mind. Wishes for moments of truth like these, always removes anything that might make them go away, depositing a special inward touch to soul for later use.

Meanings for each form of life come in many ways, the human mind makes them so senseless, no where in nature is seen to exist any known factor that show those same attributes. A tree will never be heard to complain of too much rain or wind, will not be said to anticipate a season having more or less water, yet propagate without any leaf or flower doing something, another doesn’t want done. They live as shown in four seasons of truth, without a notion of disagreement coming from deep inside a forest, the middle of desert, or high upward the greened lushness of a mountain.

Meditation is a belief of calm and comfort, removing the negative side to living, breathing deep for a wellness to body, allowing a closer vision into nature, working for its peaceful ways.

One day into night, and beginning of another the very same way, without any complaints, doing it just because it is so, because of giving what needs to be seen, a spirit within nature’s heart as love, will let be known beyond a goodness, through a fine line of life and living.

EnchantedWords © Copyright, 1998

Hope all is well and the New Year brings many happy moments and good fortune of wealth and heart.

Seeking the time to live as want sometimes has to be looked at from a different perspective. Saying it can't be done will make life a more difficult avenue to move along, realizing one's objective for a better life through spirit, mind, and then soul, allows the rest of world to be given its priorities in respect to own given time first...

Rest, relax the body and mind, give a prayer or two in heart for health, and happiness for others, set aside a moment of peace, so the world around can be looked upon with compassion and comprehension, it will just be the way it is, but with an atmosphere of yourself being in a higher driven force for one's own avenue of life, giving of love, smiles, and direction of goodness, so others can be touched of the gift as well.

It all works out in time, only if one can sense the Spirit, enhance the ability for loving, working to use life in own way of truth, for the betterment of the world around, even if can't do what would like to heal, it happens with one person at a time..

Be well....

smiles

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The warrior is spent, wasted to a nothing of being, cannot go any farther, but must, the spirit that resides within will not let him falter, nor stop under any accounts, a soul is in need of help.

She stands beneath a tall building, old and in much needed repair, knowing of what lies inward, she will not stop till death, becomes her next step into another world, far beyond the terrible ways of this one.

She steps into and beyond the door, past many other doors, up stairs and reaching a long hallway, looks toward the light at end, her daughter is there.

The warrior comes to a fork in the road, another trick of evil, he stops and seeking his own way, a special spirit, known only by the name of Crow, given a gift from only one God, sees the passage he can take to save a small child in need of her mother.

The hallway which she starts to walk down, then run in fear of the light going away, is not given to any visitors, doors are slamming and breaking around her as she passes, windows begin to break, wood is splintering, Evil wants nothing to do with this one, she has the sanctuary of a powerful being.

Crow has come far, withstood Evil’s way of demise, only again to be confronted, to remove that filth which harbors in all human kind for that special moment of time, he seeks the mother of a child.

Strength only she has, and as lunges through the last doorway, into a world of hate and death, there is a silence in which Crow comes to her, giving a touch upon her heart, directed to her own fragile soul, to know she is not alone.

Evil swings the mighty sword of his iniquity, her daughter sits atop a lone chair, surrounded by nothing but air and sickening spirits, she yells her tale into the swinging sword of death, going beyond all known factors of heroism, the child is yelling and crying for her mom, the world begins to move on its axis, then disappears from the galaxy…

Many years have come and gone, the child is no longer a young girl but a young woman, she is standing at the place, where an old building once stood, nothing but forest and beauty reside here now, only remembrance of her mother’s love and heroism, comes to her from these parts of nature, with a glimpse of a special someone on occasion. She needs no more than to see him tall and strong on a certain mountain top, to understand whom he is and why he is there, a comfort given so she can sense her mother is fine, and in another world, far from the terrible ways of this one.

That special spirit, comforting when in need, underneath the heaven beyond a blue or darkened sky, no matter if raining, summer’s heat, or nature’s most horrific seasoned way, shall a strong touch to heart begotten from soul, without the strength it needs to carry itself, beyond any known Evil.

The young woman sits for a long time, sending a small prayer, giving thanks for a wonderful mom, a special spirit, with making the world come back, from the place it went, and know one knew it was gone.

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"As day turns to night, the evening is well with love and comfort. Angels frolic in the garden, fairies make their way through the forest, and God sits upon the leaf contemplating his next move as prayers are given from the world. He can't figure out why his choice to be a ladybug was so important tonight, darn difficult to write things down with so many tiny legs..." Owen Black

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A stillness amongst the weeds, No wind swept grasses, None to be seen of tree movement, The day is warm and keen though, Comfort for the heart, Wellness of spirit, Loving of lived life.

Birds gather nearby for snacks, A few ducks waddle upon the watery shore Gazing here and there as if busily in need Of going somewhere.

Children can be heard in distant fun time, Not a car or bus, Nor plane or truck, Only the softness of the green grass as rolled onto back.

Sun oh sun, Sky oh sky of blue, How wonderful you are to be here today with me, Tomorrow will be another time, Maybe not so free, Yet comforting still, Because of this day, My moment of stillness.

An existence which is nothing short of love, Belief in true sense to which giving can become A way of healing, A lifestyle, Growth to many who receive it from nature.

A stillness inward the soul.

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One must look upon life with an opened sense of soul, Reaching outward to others so there is a balance between each, giving and receiving a goodness instilling itself inward the character to which one possesses. Never was this told to be easy, nor seen to be a task which makes life any more acceptable within each and every day. Though, one can see into the day with a positive notion, so the beginnings of that time and moment carries through, well throughout the ticking of minutes to hours. A balance...between soul and spirit.

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Though this night is deep-ridden with sorrow, a loss of spirit, one which was so close the breath, could be felt from sun up, to sun down, and not even closer than a mile.

Clouds beginning to cover the skies, darkening an even blackness, that makes this moment more with pain, so very sorry, so very lonely, touched so hard by a love gone away, forever.

The sea also rolls its timeless movements, as if to beckon mine, the moving of heart and blood, sending it pulsing where the love, was felt and stroked with passion.

But to no avail, a love gone far, forever...

Sent with the wind whispers, making almost heard voice, a someone, yet no one, only the sounds to have and hold, the sea, the wind, and rain falling from darkened clouds above.

Farewell my love of life, so long to you and happy wanderings, beyond this despicable world, sickened and desperately needing, the love as we had.

The door closes, night becomes day, and a dream, is all that has the power, to withstand the hurt of death, and the life of living beyond it...

EnchantedWords (Owen Black) © Copyright, 1998

A vision, truth in mental sight, each step is taken with one realm, to another, yet then there is no real world, only sensed through perception of dream.

She comes and there is no warrant of heart, it leaves and there is no depth for flesh, what can be seen into the portal of soul, comes as a fear, windless but cool, and lives the darkness.

Passion of beauty within heart's truth, not the path of deepened dark, a trail so far it is not known where end, of those faithful truths on life's destiny, one which is only touched through love, another ripping blood and bone, still another, a softness of breath so sweet, it will remove the trek and give no life.

Reaching farthest mindless spirit, is the way out, then a realism of being alive comes, and only the dream is shown what may, and could be, a spectrum so wondrous, vision of depth for light becomes the day's risen sun rise into one more lived truth, of whom I to be......

EnchantedWords (Owen Black) © Copyright, 1999