There is magic in this night.
Brilliance in its darkness and darkness in its light.
Tonight, my soul is deep in the arms of midnight,
Too deep to see,
Too blind to know,
Its cries too silent to be heard.
I am astounded by the simplicity of this midnight,
But also shocked by its truth.
Too much time has passed with too little thought and
Now… what of now?
It is gone.
Forever to remain,
Unnoticed.
The night sky displays
A sea of stars that shine as
Pinpoints of hope in the darkness.
It is a sweet darkness,
A still darkness in the arms of God.
He holds his creation close to his heart and
Gives it space to grow and spread His promise of love’s light.
The confluence of our channels of prayer and the gathering of oms has the power to
Open the sails of change.
Sails that steer ships with hulls full of enlightened souls
Through the welcoming love of God’s thoughts
Populating the emptiness between the stars
And the heart of the Creator.
It is through us that His word becomes manifest
And His darkness is empty no more.
As our story unfolds,
It fades from light to dark and then back again.
It is a story sung in words, his words set to music,
Yet it becomes wordless, becomes just another telling of a tail.
A tail steeped in joy and sorrow of two
Passing in the night.
A love story never ending yet
Always over
Again, and again and again…
Its movement, stillness.
Its language, silence.
Its heart full.
Its soul empty.
Travel with it.
Its always the same
Yet ever changing,
A changeling in time,
Out of time and
Empty, yet full
With infinite possibilities.
Forever one,
Alone but never lonely.
When I stopped talking to God,
He stopped talking to me.
When I stopped listening to him,
He stopped listening to me.
He is not spiteful,
Just honest.
When I blamed him for my circumstances,
He shed a single tear in eternity and was sad for my choices.
When I was angry with him for a death,
He understood.
When I questioned the reasons for my being,
He sent inaudible words of encouragement into the lonely darkness of my soul, words only I could hear.
When I pulled my hand from his grasp,
He stood back and quietly waited for my return with infinite patience.
And when my errant ways finally did lead me back to him,
He treated me as if I had never left.
I am finally, totally, here and I will never leave you.
You don’t ever have to be lonely or afraid again.
I am here.
Through the years I have come and gone.
Sometimes stayed close, but sometimes stayed away.
At times I was lost to you in this secular world,
Tied up by my thoughts and indifference.
But a change has come, an awakening.
It has happened slowing, in subtle ways and small steps and now,
I am here.
I will hold you while you sleep.
I will witness your dreams and shoo away your nightmares.
I will hold your heart and put its broken pieces back together.
You will never be away from me again.
I am here.
It will be just you and me now, you and me forever.
There is duality but no separation as I have come home to the place I never left.
Back to the heart that has been the same
Throughout all time.
I am here.
I will finally step into the job that was mine
All along.
I will be your protector, your biggest fan, your patient teacher
And, most of all, your greatest love.
I am here.
I am sorry you have suffered, have been abused, unloved and broken.
I have learned that you are defenseless against the world without me, so now,
I am here.
Here with clarity, purpose, vision, emptiness, power and love.
Never to leave you again.
To do so would be impossible because I now see that I am you, I am your heart and soul, your “I Am” with no beginning and no end.
You are my vehicle for experiencing the world, for sensing and knowing the manifested arising from the un-manifested.
You are my beating heart, my body friend and my charge to protect.
You are my very own
human—being.
The music drifts through my soul
Of its own accord as
A sound remembered in feelings.
Melodies bring it back and
Emotions hold it in place.
In the softness of remembering,
His arms still encompass my heart,
His words still hold my soul and
I am swept away once again.
A cascade of feelings,
Triggered by a picture in sound.
Serendipity – an intricately woven web of guidance.
A guidance offered – but unrecognized by the unconscious.
Open your eyes and partake of the details.
Notice the unnoticeable, take in that which is un-takeable.
Acknowledge the hidden gifts that surround you.
Be a willing participant in your story, but
Let the unnoticed notice you.
Let the world share its beauty with you and share yours with it.
Let the story become yours as it was meant to and then,
Step out if it and watch!
It is waiting, now …
Are you willing?
I need to see the moon lit patterns of white and shadow on the grass and hear how they speak to me once more.
The chimes are calling me again from the silence of my soul to look, listen and observe.
I need to hear the hungry owl’s cries in the night, feel its silent wings move swiftly in the darkness,
Too swiftly for its pray, and watch with detachment the
Swift death, natural and inevitable, made a villain only
By my thoughts.
I need to leave my disturbed thoughts and become the stillness in the chaos,
I need to reenter the silent swiftness of the owl’s wings and moon shadows.
For it is the only place to be and
The only place where I have ever existed.
I must never be distracted again.
My being had begun to seep away while I was preoccupied,
Distracted by another, an unnatural evil but one of my own making.
But the owl’s wings are bringing me home now,
My time of regression is done, but it has taken its toll.
My heart is weaker, my thoughts harder to read.
There is never regressing without damage to my soul.
Solitude and stillness, as a getaway to the road back, are coming into view…
The road back leads to the place of reclamation of my soul,
Back to the essence of bliss, to the everlasting light and to
His hand in mine.
Impostors by fate but originally
Miracles at birth.
Now holed up in falsities and
Missing the point.
Unsettled souls reap only what
They sow, they received no gifts and are giving none in return.
No promises are kept, no dreams fulfilled.
Maybe next time they say, but next time never comes.
It is the same ending, over and over and over.
A sadness steeped in familiarity, with
Seduction, for its own sake,
The only prize.
It is a shallow, stagnate prize
But the only reward there is.
It is time to break this spell of soullessness and
Open to the pain and recognition of your deluded being.
Absorb it, take it in and by doing so defuse
Its dark energy.
Deny its claim on you,
Step away from its hold and
Watch, watch as it shrinks
And fades.
Watch it be consumed by the light,
And dissolved in the liquid love of the Son.
Watch it be taken from you
To hurt you no more.
Awaken and feel the light and goodness
Of who God made you to be.
It is there, already in you, see it for yourself
And when you do…
Pain will lose its sting and
Darkness will be no more.
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