“The planet does not need more successful people. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.
Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth,
their voice will be heard!
Above the din of the warmonger,
eating the bile of death,
of repugnant wealth!
When innocent blood is spilled,
on forsaken lands,
is this the sacrifice,
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they are called
children of the Lord,
arbitrators of the voiceless,
in a whole Earth restored!
“Only if we are still enough inside and the noise of thinking subsides can we become aware that there is a hidden harmony here, a sacredness, a higher order in which everything has its perfect place and could not be other than what it is and the way it is.”
― Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Create a Better Life
The luminescence of grace is more irresistible than can be imagined,
and the fragrance of love
transfigures grievous wounds.
On nights when all seems lost and ships have sailed
into dark oblivion,
what remains among the graveyard of broken dreams
where scarecrows feast
on the last fragments of hope?
An abiding light glows
within the heart,
where suffering has been exposed!
In the shadows
a quaking creature with a heart of flesh,
belongs to the unfolding vastness.
Even tidal waves of grief cannot swallow
the infinite mercy of the Divine.
Alive in fields of consciousness,
perspectives becomes clear
and the veil is lifted
on a glorious expanse of earth and sky.
Tall trees reach our and touch the void
where insufficient dreams have flown.
The devotion of the soft earth
is like an endowment of belonging underfoot!
To lie in pastures evergreen,
and sup on feasts of contentment,
where cool resevoirs
purge the bitter taste
The song of the birds compels the listener
to lay his burdens down,
and sing the song of the New Earth!
inhale the restorative nature of love
dressed for balmy occasions
loving the sunshine
When a dark swarm gathers,
debris is left in its wake,
lamentations of sorrow,
and soul shattering quakes!
A million shards
are blasted into outer space.
I’m trying to reconfigure them,
and put them back in their place!
Brutal grief surges,
into the deepest parts,
I step into oblivion,
to reclaim my broken heart.
unbalanced and alone.
I’m persevering affliction,
as I make my journey home!
If I gaze into the sunlight,
will I find you there?
This ghastly separation
is more than I can bear!
A footbridge of faith
to the other side.
Though, I must brave this dissonance,
from suffering I cannot hide!
Don’t pity this Earthling;
this is the resonance of grief,
deluges of desolation,
aching for relief!
“You were born from the rays of God’s Majesty
when the stars were in their perfect place.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi
When you were conceived,
a flower of love
was placed within your heart.
Your Mother tended it carefully,
so empathy would impart.
You learned to love its majesty,
as you watched it grow,
and in time,
you began to see,
a supernatural glow!
nourish it yourself.
Life was hard and cruel
and at times, love was withheld!
But in truth,
needs your loving care,
it needs self-acceptance, before it can be shared!
When you know
that you are cherished,
florescence comes to life,
rooted in living waters
you will germinate Divine!
Let the fragrance of this flower,
proliferate throughout the world,
be kind and be gentle to it, so that your symphony can be heard……