Teachers | Poem by Ananda — Voyages of Light – April 9, 2021


Death taught me how to live…
Living taught me how easy it to die.
Both taught me love is what matters after all.
Silence is louder then politicians
Faith is more fragile then single ply toilet paper.


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Behest | Poem by Ananda — Voyages of Light – March 9, 2021


At someone else’s behest
I confess
My life is filled with regret
I feel compresses
Can not express, why I am so upset
Without expression, I feel oppressed
Oppressed and transgressed
I want my best
Where is the rest
Heavy burdens upon my breast
I guess at the inquest
I leave all that is picturesque
Self-love I learned to ingest
Then I know my greatness, forgive my lateness
Behold greatness.

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Ripples | Ananda — Voyages of Light – March 4, 2021


The ripple is not a pickle
But that which contains a clue to the truest truth of you
A drop from above, a disturbance of any kind
Bare gifts to our remembrances from beyond mind
Beyond space and time.
Like the doll, within a doll within a doll
Harken to the truth of it
The you’s of you
Multiple dimensions playing on the surface of life
When your ripple touches mine, we are together
on the bed of endless time

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Lesson in Love Supreme | Ananda — Voyages of Light – March 4, 2021

“Lesson in Love Supreme”

Open, never close
A pathway made clear by love
you see it with a shift in perspective
A Willingness of recognition
Unlocks hidden doors
A you that has always been
Unseen, unknown, untouched by the harshness of life
Your innocence
Covered up with appearances and forgetfulness
Re-acquaintance is forever now…
moving pond like; disturbances veil the truth
Perception of the disturbance is not the truth
Stillness is you.

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Love Wins | Poem by Ananda Kelley — Voyages of Light – Oct 3, 2020

Love wins
Hate ends
Love is the orchestration of a great Symphony
Hate is but the baton
Not the orchestration
It’s waves are but the ebb or flow focused on one side
What can be constructed in that way
Love comes with the other side
And behold the Symphony begins
Always with a standing ovation
We knew not how long we’ve been sitting down
Until love came it
Yes the banging of our hands together in applause hurts, burns and even sting but we sit down no more

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Love | Poem by Ananda — Voyages of Light – March 20, 2020

A single drop of rain, knows your name.
A blade of grass can distinguish your laugh.
Every tree has heard your prayers and felt your every plea.
Every step you take is part of a chores line
To the song being sung that goes by the title, I am divine.
Your heart beats to the rhythm of earth
All the time.
The wind is the keeper of all your hopes and fears.
Those you talk about but also those you hold near.
Every child is accounted for by earth and all her record keeping.
How else can she provide for all the mouths she’s feeding?
And you dearest one, who thinks you are all alone. In the morning the birds will arrive to sing you a love song.
Not as throaty as Luther
Not as high pitch as McKnight.
But when you hear it…really stop to listen to it; everything is alright.
You are not a fragment in an otherwise
Grand puzzle.
You are love itself finding your way back home, and doing so as an expression and a definition because you came from love. So how can love not love you?
Love is all around you
See the blossoming tree
Pushing through all the crazy our lives look like right now and let it remind us. That the same love for life… that makes that happen we have also with us.
See the beauty
It’s all around you
You can add to it and make that your reality.


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End of Winter | Poem by Ananda — Voyages of Light – March 20, 2020

While we sleep, during the days of abundant darkness…
During our slumber
We dreamt nightmares
But now blessed rejuvenation
Be upon us as we wake from our slumber
And behold the love of God.
Unconditional love of God
For no matter who we were dressed as in our nightmare roles.
Blessed be the Spring, for we have an opportunity to be reborn, renewed.
If not in the physical, a rejuvenation of our hearts and a renewal of our minds.
An advancement in our souls
And it is good.


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