12. Day 6: I Am The Poem
Feelings have a way of leaving me mute; I think this is one of the reasons I have feared them. Since talking is my perceived way of connecting, feelings (and the ensuing muted state) can leave me feeling somewhat disconnected to myself. The beckoning quiet of silence is my only friend. Poetry is one way I can express myself back into an awareness of connection with myself. I do not write in order to make a poem, I write in order to be the poem. Silence Speaks My thoughts have all escaped I am left holding a bag of words clock tick candle flicker tea steam aeroplane whine traffic drone...
Read More11. Day 27: Feelings Communicate; Are You Listening?
Yesterday was a day of feeling. Or rather trying to keep down feelings like someone on board a boat tries to keep lunch down while coursing over the heavy chop. The feelings leak out of course as eventually lunch does when seasickness overtakes. It is inconvenient, messy and leaves you feeling drained. Perhaps that is the true purpose of feelings, to drain you of what is not you until all that is left is your true self. I have one friend who I have known since high school, only just now coming to consciousness after four days post an unscheduled heart bypass surgery. At the same time my...
Read More10. Day 20: When Silence Calls
I love fog. It is a visible quiet, a presence that surrounds and muffles. Yesterday it added to a day that needed simple things; ironing, dishes washed, beds made, letters written. I noticed that each task was a meditation of sorts. A singular action I could focus on and fall in behind in meditation. My deep need for meditative silence was calling me in every way it could. Eventually I listened and put down my tools of housekeeping and gave myself up to the silence alone. “I Had A Dream” I finally gave in to the silence which had been calling to me all day Be here with me...
Read More10. Day 17: Then There Were Three
“The Leaving” Both were on planes flying east gone from our sight yet not from our hearts The leaving left a prick at the back of my throat tears too weary to shed waited for acceptance This is the cruel evidence I manufacture to try to tell myself separation is real Forgetting that we are One in Him that Love is all we are scattered to the four corners SO we will remember that home in the Wholeness of our truth is the only place we want to be The tears come I have remembered I am home here, too Share this:TweetEmailMorePrintShare on...
Read More10. Day 2: Dawn Delivers
“Dawn Delivers” A new year is dawning in my ancient heart I know nought but love I can only create, extend, distribute love in all color, form, dimension in the eternal now Today I give myself permission to love in forgotten ways that my joy will be multiplied in all hearts whom I touch Now is the only time I know for it is forever thus my love knows no bounds yet I seek to know the boundaries of time and fear as my own brothers Together we live on in light What will we reveal today as Love? Share this:TweetEmailMorePrintShare on...
Read More10. Day 1: Our Crowning Glory Is Now
“Our Crowning Glory Is Now” New Year’s Day New Day’s Year time, words, thoughts fears cannot stop the flow of life through my heart I am Love alive and most graciously well today, tomorrow and always Amen Share this:TweetEmailMorePrintShare on...
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