He was down and out
When a Stranger quietly
Came and changed his life.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
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Be true to yourself
Even when everyone else
Deceives and leaves you.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The battle raged on
Another day of fighting
In his troubled mind.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
He refused to go
To that place where most sell out
Lost all but his soul…
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Is the way of counteracting resistance and procrastination.
WHAT are you waiting for?
WHAT are you afraid of???
Or… WHO???
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
This place exists within all beings… We don’t have to “do” anything to connect to it. We don’t have to reach some specific “energy frequency” to access it. We don’t have to do anything or prove anything to deserve it. We don’t have to “pay” for it or put in some kind of hard labor or toil for it. There’s nothing to clear there; nothing to release there; nothing to work on; there’s nothing that has to be done or needs to be done there…
We can simply just “be” there…
It is likened to the True North on a Compass. In this case, the True North always points Home; to Papa; Creator… However, you can also look at a Map and know that any place on that Map can represent your Sweet Space because no matter what destination one may physically visit or be at on that Map, your Sweet Space is there with you; within you…
Your Sweet Space is your Anchor…
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
In a little old log cabin
That sits upon a Hill
There’s a raging fire to keep us warm
From Winter’s icy chill.
The atmosphere is friendly
Smiles come from the heart.
We share a bond that binds us
Even when apart.
A decorated Evergreen
Blinks in colored lights
And dances to the serenade
The Wind sings to the Night.
Silent snow lays a pearl white
Blanket on the ground
With thousands of tiny sparkles
Shimmering around.
Together we time travel back
Twelve thousand yesterdays
To be with all of those we loved
Before they went away.
The energy of memories
Fills each heart within the room
With each story told and song that’s sung
The air lingers with tunes.
So, come to my old log cabin
Bring songs both old and new
And Christmas in the Rockies
Is what I’ll share with you.
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
Peaceful Valleys. Raging Streams.
Mighty Mountains. Rainbow beams.
Sunsets on fire. Fields of Flowers
Soft Green Pastures. Warm Spring Showers.
Open Prairies. Giant Trees.
Golden Sunshine. Deep Blue Seas.
Starry Evenings. Fluffy Clouds.
Foggy Nights. Snow-covered Ground.
Silent Caverns. Songbirds singing.
Buffalo Herds. Vines clinging.
Wild Stallions. Tall Grass waves.
Dolphins swimming. Hidden caves.
Wolves howling. Eagles soaring.
Otters playing. Lions roaring.
Arctic Refuge. Rocky Shores
Ancient Forests. Ocean’s Floor.
Grains of Harvest. Air we breathe.
Crystal Waters. Spiders weave.
Vast wide Plains. Rolling Hills.
Butterflies. Winter’s Chill.
Vast wide Plains. Rolling Hills.
Butterflies. Winter’s Chill.
Sunflowers. Desert Sand.
Places yet untouched by man.
Lilac Perfume. In Misty Breeze.
Morning Dew. On Autumn Leaves.
Secret Canyons. Sacred Land.
Mother Earth. Divine Plan.
But something happened. Something changed.
Nature somehow re-arranged.
Polluted Waters. Deceit and lies.
Tortured Mother. Left to die.
Treeless Forests. Cause me to quiver.
No Tigers left? That makes me shiver.
Mass extinction. Where’s the Bees?
Garbage Dumped. Into the Seas.
Bears wonder where to go?
The homes they had exist no more.
Jungles burn. Elephants plead.
Mother Earth screams as she bleeds.
Nuclear waste. Oil spills.
But there’s still more places left to drill!
Mining. Fracking. Constant wars.
Toxic Skies. Genetic Corn.
Pesticides. Poison Food.
Violent actions. Angry moods.
Desecration. Subjugation.
Genocide. Elimination.
Blood-soaked money. Species dead.
Babies dying. But no regret!
Carnage here. Casualties there.
Human greed found everywhere.
Does anyone know the Magic Potion
For radiation poured in the Ocean?
All the Creatures large and small
Are looking on in great appall.
So, Mother Earth cries out in pain
To the Divine and not in vain!
Dark Skies appear with Rolling Thunder.
Is SOMEONE Speaking? Ever wonder?
Lightning flashes. Heavy Rains.
Humanity crashes. Winds have changed…
Volcanoes blowing. Earthquakes.
Tornadoes siege. Angry Lakes.
Rising Rivers. Hurricanes.
Man now thinks Nature’s insane!
Is it funny How Karma’s Wheel
Can turn so quick? How does it feel?
Is it funny How Karma’s Wheel
Can turn so quick? How does it feel?
Better watch that Darkening Sky
For SOMEONE hears her desperate cries.
Those Dark Skies bring
Rolling Thunder…
WHO Is Speaking?
Do you still wonder?
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Many Winters ago, when all life was free.
People and Earth lived in harmony.
And the Buffalo roamed across the Great Plains.
And their numbers were many; vast herds on the range.
But then something happened, unjust and unfair.
One day someone decided, to no longer share.
The Earth and her bounty, with all those who live
Upon our Sacred Mother; they would take, but not give.
So life’s balance was altered, abundance couldn’t flow.
And the plenty that once was seemed to vanish and go.
And just like the Buffalo who once had great numbers
Many creatures were forced into Dark Slumber.
But their spirits remain and always will.
The Spirit lives on forever, it cannot be killed.
While living this life, there’s a lesson that’s true
All life is a Circle that comes back to you.
What we do to each other always comes back.
To the source of the action, it’s Universal Fact.
But it’s never too late to turn things around.
If we all work together, the lost can be found.
And there’s always the hope that things can be changed.
So to the Great Spirit, the Buffalo prays,
To once again roam the Prairies, vast herds everywhere…
All past and present creatures…
That’s the Buffalo’s prayer.
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
A tired little child
Trudges down an old dirt road
Amongst thousands of people
Who are miles away from home.
A hungry little child
Who hasn’t had enough to eat.
Feels her bloated stomach
As she stumbles on her feet.
A frightened little child
Feels tears come from her eyes.
As she sees the bombs and bullets
Travel through the Sky.
A lonely little child
Searches everything she sees.
Looking for her family
Wondering where they could be.
A horrified little child
Screams out a painful sound.
As she sees the many people
Who lay dead upon the ground.
A homesick little child
Is confused and so alone.
Why was she forced to come here
And leave her only home?
A crying little child
Is grabbed by the enemy
And thrown into an open ditch
What could this ditch be?
A tattered little child
Stands in a torn up dress
Hoping for something to drink.
As the Sun sets in the West.
A wondering little child
Sees and wonders why
A soldier points his gun at her
So she begins to cry.
A silent little child
Who is alive no more.
Has had her life taken away
By a deadly thing called War.
©1994 :Susan-kay :Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
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