He who sits in prayer
Looks past the obvious
Called by simple truths
meditations
Close your eyes..
Close your eyes…
Colors beyond the spectrum
Hues composed of love
Sparkle yet softened
Engulfing yet inviting
A beauty unparalleled
Not visual but felt
Alluring yet freeing
Enamoring yet calming
This colorful beauty
The picture of a living haven
Visible in clear sight
Yet needing no eyes
Letting go…..
Hiding from the inevitable
Avoiding the breakdown
Denying the process
Come I say, come!
Full force and break me
Fill me with your pain
Drown me, then wash with you
Away the momentary anguish
Leave me cleaned and empty
My choice to feel the void
My blessing to fill with love
My clarity to know the truth
What’s truly mine
I can never lose
Yet given freely and abundantly replenish
This is the story of love
Never to be lost
Only to be gained
Wellspring eternal
Even for the mortal
Mesh, merge and mingle
Into every moment, everyday
Let transient slip and slide
And love shine and be forever bright
Divine Prayer
With each beat of your heart
Feel the swell
Let your eyes smart
And fill the well
The pound of gratitude
Can be soundless
As the torrent of tears
Can be boundless
Your heart maybe buried
Covered and cosseted
But your eyes will shine
The divine sublime
A prayer from the heart
So thankful and tender
Even with closed eyes
The message could not be clearer
Photo: Marta Voodica Closek
Droplets
Delicate droplets
Dance and prance, bringing awe
Divine beauty’s play
Mothering Goddess
Serene so the onlooker is quieted
Pure so any darkness dare not come near,
Majestic so the captivated desire to follow suit
Nurturing so love unfolds in a glance..
If the search is true
Then the message is clear,
Close the eyes
And sit still in time,
Become one with your presence
And within,
You will find your present…
Drops…
Dew drops
Pearl drops
Tear drops
From the eyes of the skies
From the eyes of the seas
From the eyes of your heart
Dew drops
Morning moisture
Caught and seated to quench
Pearl drops
Sand grains
Captured and moulded to beautify
Tear drops
Tender emotions
Released and trickle to express
Drop by drop
A little humility
A little understanding
A little gratitude
Acknowledge these drops
And watch in wonder
Your very own
Quenching
Your very own
Beautification
Your very own
Expression
As all come to life..
Spend
given priceless breaths
do so very wisely spend
gather treasures big
Inspired by https/haikuhorizons.com weekly prompt, Spend.
Paradise
Have you ever seen
The vivid streaks
Of orange, red and yellow,
The blinding brightness
Yet mesmerizing vision
Of the sunset?
Have you felt
The crisp tingle,
Wet and refreshing
Frothing and cleansing,
Chilling yet beckoning
Lapping waves of the sea?
Have you heard
The coo and chirp,
Sharp yet tuned
Cheerful and chatty
Playful and sassy,
Chanter of the tropics?
So much color
So much tune
So much texture
Wow what a wonderful world!
Yet there is another paradise
One where colors have no name
And illumination is of warmth.
The rivers run of nectar
And hunger isn’t possible.
Where harmony is felt
And every breath is a song…
Look past the cover of your skin
Beyond the actions of your limbs
Though the expectations of your mind
And therein lies a land
Of milk and honey..
What is this you ask…
This is your existence
Your every day
Your very moment.
Go in search
But not too far,
All it takes
Is the want to know
The zest to find
The perspective to see,
And low and behold
You’ve found your way!
Guardian
If ever a claim to ownership
It is a mother’s to her child.
Her entire focus is comfort and contentment
As she provides that aura of security and guardianship.
The child goes on her way
Each day anew
To play, learn and laugh.
The mother watches, waits and facilitates
Every one of her strengths and conquests…
Standing very close
She’s also just as ready
To pick up the pieces
To shine the light
So home of the heart
Is never far from sight.
As mothers, we sometimes cry.
But when we smile
Nothing is warmer,
Not even the rays of the sun.
But who waits for the mother?
Who laughs when she laughs?
Who’s shoulder does she lean on?
In her time
She too had her mother.
But all along
For both mother and child,
There is another.
One that’s beyond this time and space we see
Beyond the materials we hold and feel…
This guardian
Is closer than close.
So much so
That its integral form to all
Makes it the most obvious
Yet still hidden..
How can this be?!
Why is it so?!
All so perfectly postured
The discovery is as sweet
As the recognition and knowing,
Of how with every one of her steps
Her hand was always held
Her heart always filled
And all she had to do
Was to understand
This ever present divine guardianship….
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