The Drumming Circle

The sound of the flute in the distance

Illuminating and inviting

To be here and now present



A peaceful calm

Feeling centered

In this present moment

Resting eyes



By the tapping



Are the sounds I hear

As the drums are played


Lost in the sounds

Taken faraway

To distant times

Back to the past

Where bison roamed


And without borders

Roaming the lands

Grazing and playing


And then the music stopped

Gone are those visions

Of times long since past

But a lingering feeling exists

Engulfed in the joys

Brought back with me

By Pauline Harris


The Dance

Upon the stage, the curtain began to rise
The audience quieted quickly amongst themselves
Silence began with a loud bang
Two dancers pranced their way onto stage
Music on the rise
Gently and slowly, the swirls of twirls
Began to explode upon the stage
Grabbing all to view the mystique
A story is being told through rhythm
And movements to engage all
Allowing each to be carried away
Dancing within the minds
Carried away, far away
In a dreamland of sorts
To engage for the purpose of wonderment
Drifting back as the dance
Slowly comes to an end
Leaving all with an experience
Like no other…let us do this again.
by Pauline Harris

Song Of Mine

Silently humming
A tune stuck
In my head
Bringing many smiles
Of joy felt
From seeing glimpses
Memories shown within
Keeping the mind alive
Focused upon
The moment is here
Celebrate the joyney
By Pauline Harris


Fly Anyway

So often we are given into
What we are taught to see
But when we begin in heartfilled
Views, listening with heart within, learning
From each other instead of dictating
What to believe, allowing new ideas
Allowing new breathes of joyous laughter
Taking to flight fantasies of spirit
Creating wondrous innovations improving living relationships
Allowing all to breathe in joyneys
Blessings granted to heartfelt believers who
Allow all to live in unity
…by Pauline Harris


Song Stuck In My Head

A couple a days ago-

I was sitting –

And watching a show-

On it, the characters-

Began to play a tune-

On the piano-

With each stroke-

Of the keys-

My memory washed-

Over me of days-

Long since past-

Youthful and playful-

The song lingered-

And kept within-

My head-

I was in its grasp-

Willingly haunting-

My thoughts-

A giggle came forth-

Out of no where-

Or so it seemed-

To others around-

Should I let them know-

A secret so charming-

The song plays on-

Willing to listen-

As good memories-

Flood my mind-

No need to concern-


For I am fine-

The song plays on-

Forever mine…

The Joyney is worthly-

Of this excursion-

Through a memory

Brought flooding back

Via a song-~Pauline Harris