There comes a point within the chaos, when stillness descends. In these precious moments, you can rest in the quietness, be still, breathe, refresh and mindfully bathe in the awareness of the tranquillity, as it surrounds you and your arena. Listen and hear the whispers of your soul. I did and I wrote them down. You are invited to follow my creative writing journey - Mark Osmer, Poet and Author of The Stillness Within The Storm
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We Are All Extra Ordinary
The Extraordinary One
You are misunderstood by the feeble-minded and mysterious to the faint of heart. To those who can see below the surface however, you are highly fascinating and truly lovable. It might take a second for you to warm up, but once you do, you're leagues ahead of everyone else. You are authentic and extremely versatile!
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Native American Poetry - Mark Osmer
Shaman leads me to a place, all warriors long to go,
Where the red sun sets on golden mountains, no wind of pain ever blows,
Sat beside pure crystal fountains in the shade of mighty trees,
An Angel whispers healing to the warrior who wants to be.
from The Stillness Within The Storm by Mark Osmer Copyright 2015
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The Stillness Within The Storm (Poetry Book) Published.....
The Stillness within the Storm is a unique compilation of two poetry collections;
Warrior and Angel and Lands beyond the Sunset.
The assembled poems stir the mind, light up the spirit, energises the body and touches the soul.
Deeply personal observations on life’s vibrant journey, the whispers are inspired by love and loss, hope and wonder, resilience through adversity, strength, emotional power and creating thoughts.
A companion to spiritual, emotional and physical wellbeing, influenced by a strong affinity to Native American culture, philosophy and teachings through an awakening and deepening understanding of the oneness and connection with natural laws, and with all beings.
This book is medicine for the soul.
About the Author
A lifelong Mindfulness Practitioner lives in County Antrim, Northern Ireland
Finds solace questing, exploring and running in the Glens, through the woodlands and along its beaches.
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Mindfulness is to the Mind
Mindfulness
Mindfulness is to the mind what a spam blocker is to your inbox. By practising mindfulness ... you can quickly recognise "junk thoughts" when they occur, disentangle yourself from them, and minimise the clutter. Arnie Kozak, Wild Chickens and Petty Tyrants.
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Native Pride - Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
Thursday, 22 September 2016
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