This collection provides a glimpse of the beauty, of the serene landscape of Lemuria.

Water Fantasy by Linda Plaisted

Sisterhood of Women

There are so many things
I would like to have done,
or would like to have seen
or would like to have become,

I had to follow my Tao
as have you,

And then I realized
that a bit of me travels with you
and a bit of you travels with me
by the single act
of being a female.

The depth of feeling
I experience when you
relate your stories
continually reflects to me
the depth of my enlightenment,
for truly:
I am you and
You are me.


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The Lemurian Collection of Jane Tilton

All day long the door to the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat....
Walter De La Mare, Behold, this Dreamer! 1939


Your verse is so powerful. it transports me to my childhood.

The emotional pull to be outdoors, laying on the ground, watching the clouds flying overhead.

The sky darkening and a distannt rumble exciting my nervous system,

Then, on the distant horizon, the lightening flashes erradically, promising to soon move closer.

And when I hear the crash right over my head
and the jagged streak of electricity
breaking the darkness

I run for the house filled
with an unexplainable emotion of fulfillment.

This afternoon I went exploring Lemuria for a good meditation place. I followed trails through the woods, I walked up hills with tremendous views, I followed a stream, that turned into a raging river and gazed into a waterfall. All were inspiring and beautiful but none filled me with a meditative spirit……. Until……
I stood
at the edge of natures comfort zone
and gazed towards a vast wasteland.

Desert stretched for miles
No vistas entice my vision.
Sun, sand, and silence beckoned me on..

One foot in front of another,
I moved forward across the sand
head bowed, eyes lowered, and mind empty.

For miles I walked
with the sun beating down
sapping my energy, draining my mind.

And when I was empty.
I turned and slowly returned
breathing in nothingness.

Ready to replace outdated thinking
accept new concepts and
shed beliefs that do not work.

I had found my meditation place.

I sit alone
and view the sea.
My mind is blank,
great thoughts elude me.

I treasure the void
no words for a book
just like the salmon
they will not hook.

For what if all thoughts
emptied out on requests
and the fish of the sea
replied to fishermans quest?

I honor the silence
and treasure the sea
that refuses to offer
its treasures to me.

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