Silent Sunday



Nature’s tongue…

“Heaven is a state of mind, not a location.”
― Wayne Dyer

my own self worth

In quiet spaces where radiance shines,
intoxicating essence
is naturally

I step a little closer
and my image
enthralled in the dialect
of Nature’s tongue…

I speak the language of this sacred Earth,
finding treasure,
in my own



Blue skies…

“If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has the power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.”
― Eleanora Duse

blue skies

I’m taking time
to find my way
amid the noise
and decay…
to know the silence of just being…
and flourish
into deeper meaning.

Transmuted by divine light
to find myself
with cosmic sight.
believing again
mystical eyes,
each moment of grace supplied…


Happy Thanksgiving

“If you only say one prayer in a day, let it be thank you!”
― Jalal Ad-Din Rumi

My sister sent me this lovely card from the East Coast of England.
Artwork by Cyndi Speergratitude.jpgI’m thankful for the sunshine
that greets my day,
thankful for flowers
frolicking on the way.

Birds remind me of the harmony of souls,
trees throw down kisses,
and the dark earth consoles.

The moon smiles, each time I look out,
and stars twinkle
from heavens devout.

I’m thankful for humans
who hold up their light,
thankful for kind words
that get me through the night.

On pathways of sorrow when I’m lost in the dark,
there’s never a moment when I can’t see a spark.

I look into the light
and I see a soft glow,
in particles of presence,
grace is bestowed.

The oceans may thunder,
and tempests may roar,
but even in stillness
bright seabirds soar.

Filled to the brim
with the lightness of being,
on the cusp of glory,
enlivened by the feeling,
of love
and mercy Divine
in the temple of my body
where radiance shines…