Let’s drift away…

May your prayer of listening deepen enough
to hear in the depths the laughter of god.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

let's drift away

Come with me, let’s drift away,
let’s dream a little,
let’s not delay…
Release the mooring
that tethers our souls,
dive into abstractions, and lose control…
Frolic with coots
and master their cry,
merge with the colors
of translucent skies…
Sit in the reeds singing along
star gazing,
with the wind as our song…
Allowing tone
to lift us in prayer,
to move in dance
and become aware…
of the magic of everyday life,
poured out
and fused
with the Divine…

 

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The translucency of Eternity…

“in a world full of temporary things
you are a perpetual feeling.”
― Sanober Khan

born for a time like this

I touch your skin
and it’s as if I am you…
Our essence
spread out,
mingled
with the delicious memories, we’ve lived together,
as well as the terrible sorrow
that broke our hearts and still lives inside us…

We were grounded by suffering
drawn from our breath,
buried in the brutality
of grief,
yet it did not destroy us…
instead
it allowed us to reach up
into distant skies,
expanding our vision,
until we became fragrant
with the translucency
of eternity…

And In the tenderness of this most sacred temple,
this heartbeat,
I relive
the ecstasy of this truth
of grace,
way beyond narrations
I’ve made up in my head…

visceral images
grown into immortal bonds…
unimaginable imprints
of soul journeys,
memorialized by the magic
of shared abundance…

I’m privy to a whole universe in your eyes,
windows of eternity
yielding moments
of revelation…
our true selves
moving,
embracing,
dulcet sensations etched into the core of our souls…

My superpower responds to the call
of bravery
of endless love,
and the kindness
that has enabled me
to be fully human…

Though deeply flawed,
I’m perfect in my imperfection…

Deserving of true devotion,
we were made for a time like this…

A walk in the park?…

“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.”
― Rumi

walk in the park

Dreamy like posture,
grief surely fades,
with all my essence,
into glory, I wade…
Singing acquiescence 
the hurt that runs deep,
sunken amnesia
the solace of sleep…

My brave face before me, I cling to dreams,
surely nothing
is what it seems,
wearing my heartache
on my sleeve,
this is an opus to the bereaved…

Pressed against the future,
adrift in the dark,
wishing it could have been
a walk in the park…

A company of angels
awash with grace,
the light of the divine
cannot be erased…

Luminous messages,
beyond the skies,
revealing a promise that souls never die…

With love from heaven…

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden

from heaven

I searched
for signs
in the undergrowth,
and heaven called,
gave me
her oath,
to bring me comfort 
and guard me
from despair,
a faithful messenger,
of
tender loving care…

To fill my days with waking dreams,
and infuse my nights with moonbeams…
To send glad tidings that all is well.
drenched in love
down to my cells…

Monday Meditation…

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known”

seeing dimly

I felt dimly
my reflection weak
abandoned moments
in light oblique…

Beyond expanse
within my bones
recognized
permeations unknown…

Exceeding the confines of my five senses
awakened vision,
freed of pretenses…

Delving deeply in a true reflection
disallowing
self-deception