Opulent plumage
Golden reflective salute
Mirroring the sun
Springing Lilies
poetry
Epitome of being Loved
The universe has conspired
Conspired for your existence
Not against you but for you
The coming together of time
The alignment of elements
Molecules, atoms,
Wind, air, dirt
Yes it has all conspired
That you may be here
That you may feel, see, think, love
Do you feel your existence
The rhythm in which you sway
Can you connect to your source
Can you find the wavelength
Where the eternal sits within you
Be still, be quiet
And the space will find you, hold you
….fulness….
Ironically coined is ‘mind-ful-ness’
As we know only too well
How to continuously over think
And invariably this leads to confusion
Doubt
And ultimately is limiting, crippling
Perhaps we need to be
More of ‘heart-ful-ness’
And less of mind
Heartfulness brings
Fruition to feelings
Of empathy, friendship, trust
Naturally bringing forth
Kindness, love, compassion
Unity and oneness
Which then allows a joyful contentment
A happy gratefulness
An ultimate peacefulness
Such a short distance
From heart to mind
Yet at times they seem as if a million miles apart
Sometimes we even confuse
One for the other
Do you know the difference in their voices?
One will say you must do this or that
The other will say nothing
Letting you feel your way there
Perhaps there are no right or wrongs
But be assured
When you listen to your heart
The answers will be waiting
And your peace and sanity
Have the chance to be restored
Ancient Beads
From a simple ritual
To the practicing yogi,
The one hundred and eight beads
Constitutes a time for intentional focus.
Initiated in the 8th century BC,
These spiritual beads in Hinduism
Now are used through Islam, Christianity
Buddhism, 2/3rds of the world’s population.
Whether wood, seed or stone
They shall deliver
Properties of healing, protection
And most commonly, spiritual practice.
I gift this to you,
So you can intentionally
Breathe 108 times
With vitality, feeling vibrancy.
Speak a mantra
Drawing you inwards.
Feel the earthly element
Connecting you to Mother Earth.
Simply put, I wish you
108 blessings,
108 guardians,
108 freed moments
Each and every day.
May you hold this mala
With the clarity it was made,
With the love it is sent,
And wisdom with which you shall use.
Seasonal Passions
With velvet allure
And winter pinecrest demure
I’ll kiss you some more!
Breath
A simple puff of air
More magnanimous
Than the greatest
Of grandest gestures
You hold the essential
Of all that is
All that was
And all that will be
Present as a mere undertone
An undercurrent
Rarely front and center
Yet there is no me without you
Your ebb and flow
My love and joy
Your to and fro
My gift and glow
Within this cycle
Lays all that can be
Right here, right now
Not before nor after
So thankful for the reminders
So grateful for the chances
To feel present in letting go
To feel held in bowing low
Butterflies
The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering ..
~ Ben Okri ~
To rise past all
That’s dares to smoother
The layers on layers
Commitments and constraints
To float above
The threat that tugs
The ties and chains
Of bonds and relations
To fly over
The snares invisible
The smoke and mirrors
The lies and illusions
Ah what relief
When the truth be known
To free my wings
To uncage my heart
Transcendence
Two mortals align
Embracing the immortal
Beauty beyond time
Floral Gifts
Unequivocal beauty
Blooming grace, like a dance
Drawing riches from the terra
Your petals defy the science
Fluttering delicately
Like wings of the butterfly
Yet with the strength of an army
You win each battle for my heart
How gloriously you entrance me
Leading back to simplicity of gratitude
Smiling outside and inward
Warmth of omnipresence made tangible
If love is not…
If love is not fear
It must be bravery
Bravery to fight the demons
That fuel all our fears
Bravery to stand tall and breathe in air
Knowing it is the shield in life
If love is not guilt
It must be freedom
Freedom to confront
The choices you’ve made
Choices leading to hurt
Then freedom to choose your healing
If love is not judgement
It must be acceptance
Acceptance that all is
Just how it’s meant to be,
And that there is a path
Not of good or bad,
But of learning and discovery
So love is… bravery
Love is…freedom
And love is… acceptance
Love in its deepest form
Is acknowledgement,
That there is YOU
You in this time
You with this life
You with all your
Demons and divinity,
Making the wholesomeness
You are meant to be.
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