Silence among strangers
and trees.
All enclosed in sacred spaces and domes with
The inside out and the outside in.
Our souls are connected in silence,
With everything in common but no two of us the same.
Bells and sunrise mark the day’s beginning and in the evening,
Night is a blanket of calm and sleep as
Tomorrow’s promises wait in shadowed softness.
Our destiny is love,
In its form of being and nonbeing.
It flows from the source,
From the beginnings of timelessness.
From the place of no time or deception as time is limiting and
Deception is the extinguisher of love.
Loves lies around the edges of our worldly existence,
Waiting for its chance, for an opening to flow in.
It is patient and forgiving but is not to
Be taken for a fool.
Love cries with agony watching our abuse of and unkindness towards each other
But it will never walk away or give up on us.
It sees and is the stillness in me and
Recognizes itself in you and all beings and nonbeings.
There is a lack of labeling in love, no separateness of one from the other.
It does not merely exist in some abstract form as it has no form and is alive in the stillness of all things.
Love seeps into existence in fragrant vapors of stillness and
Frames the portal to eternity.
Isness and non-duality are the very essence of love, the connection of being and nonbeing,
The beginning and the end, the beginingless and endless formlessness of all form.
Love is the essential formlessness of me and you and
The non-separate nature of us all.
So forget my name but remember when you and I were the formless within each other.
And when you again feel that deep stillness and
Have found your remembered place in me,
Come and we will reside there together
In the love and stillness of forever.
The rain stops – silence
Earth smiles in gratitude
Clouds fill with promise
River Blessing, June 20, 2016
The continuance of life
The renewal of its essence.
From sea to sky
From sky to mountain
From mountain to river
And from river back to the sea,
A continuous loop in the process of eternity.
Water is the giver and sustainer of life, it is the softness of gentle drops on sweet summer leaves,
and the raging fury and unstoppable force of a flood.
It represents a manifestation of life, a confluence of the forces of nature; a mystery with its truth below the surface. It flows where the land allows it to and always returns to its source, as do we.
As the bearer of water and life, we honor its place in the circle of truth, and pay tribute to its never ending gifts.
We gather here together to give thanks for its beauty and the peace it brings to our souls and hearts with our gifts of the earth and samples of the bounty its sweet water brings.
(My ladies and I ended our annual blessing ceremony by dropping flowers and herbs into the Saco River. It was a lovey way to spend a summer late afternoon in the company of the setting sun and full solstice moon).
Longest day and shortest time of darkness. Magic in the moon light and peace in the secret of its knowing.
A secret to share with everyone but for now, only known by those among us of like mind, of those awake enough to behold the truth because it is a truth without words, a knowing in the soul, a connection to all there is but with no attachments.
A trust in the cycles of life, the rhythm of nature, the dependability of the cycles that Divine Mother brings. She has laid in waiting, has been patient with our neglect but now it is her time, a time of new awareness, a time of a rebirth of the mother knowledge, a time to rejoice in her beauty and truth.
In this day of less darkness, let us see the meaning in the seasons, let us feel the vibration of Mother’s truth, let us believe in her promise in the light of the moon that she will never leave us in darkness and let us honor her in our hearts and share her love and truth with one another to become for all time sisters/brothers and lovers of the beauty of her truth and of the right of all beings to exist in the bliss of the conscious life.
Let us make a vow, a promise to her this evening of shortened darkness, to be her children and partners in the process of waking the unconscious to an appreciation of Mother and of each other and to make this world the place she has always dreamed of.
Join me in drying her tears with our hearts in honor of all she unselfishly and joyfully gives of herself. The blessing of day light and moon shine, of love, death and rebirth, a never ending cycle, dependable in its truth and continuance, a chain never broken, a perpetual loop of manifestation of the unmanifested through and because of our consciousness.
With Mother to guide us and hold us in her heart of compassion, we cannot fail and can assist her in bringing forth a new earth, one of compassion, truth, beauty and peace for all beings and all time. This is the promises in the moonlight and star shine of this magical evening.
Please Join me in silent meditation and feel the message of the bells and gong as we offer our gifts of the sweetness of life to our sister the river and our mother the earth, a taste of the fruits river’s gift of water brings us and a tribute and thanks to our Divine Mother for the beauty and flavor she adds to our lives.
The heat of a summer day softens and slips silently
Into evening twilight.
The shifting shadows and cooling breezes of evening chill my being and
Bring an acute awareness of sorrow and emptiness to my state of mind.
This subtle, soft twilight is lonely and empty now
But was beautiful at other times and under other circumstances in my life.
Twilight holds tenderness and acceptance of love in times of loving but
When love is missing or withheld, twilight is punishing in its loneliness.
A solitary stroll through the garden is a waste;
There is no joy in relaxing in the rocking hammock alone.
Light sadly leaves the landscape and drains the world of color
Just as this lost love drains my soul and heart of color.
The trees along the edge of the clearing blend into a fortress wall,
Locking me out in my loneliness.
Fireflies blink on and off but evade my eyes behind the fortress of trees
and the stark cold moon light accentuates my solitude by throwing only one shadow behind me.
In better times, when I was not alone, the deepiening twilight was a magical time,
Full of love and acceptance.
We walked the garden paths together, basking in the glow of the moon
And soaking in the softness of star-shine.
Our shadows moved willingly behind us, hand in hand,
And fireflies lit our way home.
I want to go back to that time, back to being a valuable part of two,
Back to the times of softened days that faded into loving nights of passion and acceptance.
I need you take me back there, please…
I’m lying in a hammock,
Sideways,
Staring at the canopy of trees above my head.
Their branches interlaced like the fingers of lovers in an act of passion.
They sway with the gentle breeze,
Each variety with its distinct leaf waiving and dancing to its own tune.
Above and beyond the boughs lies a deep blue sky, dotted with plumes of soft whiteness
Each drifting and changing with every second, never the same from moment to moment.
I watch this scene as the sunlight slowly turns to dusk.
The sun-powered breezes fade and the forest yawns and folds in on itself and sleeps.
I should do the same
But the magic of the transformation of day into night fixes me to this spot.
All form is erased, sky and forest become one, stars twinkle above and fireflies twinkle below as reflections of one another like sky in water.
Buzzing insects sounds are silenced and
A different cast of characters takes over the night shift.
An owl awakens and his hooting echoes between the sleeping trees,
Others answer in kind.
I hear the fox’s footsteps through the dry leaves and
Goosebumps cover my neck at the sound of his bark.
Less vocal creatures slink and stalk through the forest night
Taking their turn at life.
And me, I don’t fit into either cast,
I exist equally in both worlds but am not a participant in either and
Therein lays my sorrow.
I am only a watcher and always alone.
The sound of rain takes me to a place of inner peace as the
Rain falls in sheets and slides down the roof over its edge in a curtain of water.
Tree leaves dance with the weight of the rain and
Flowers wash their faces in its freshness.
The sky is lower on rainy days and
Holds us close and grounded.
Sounds are muted and muffled and
Light is defused in grayness.
But it is not a sad and depressing grayness,
But a soothing and peaceful shade
Full of the necessity of sorrow.
A rainy day is soft and dark. It begs us to stop, rest and be mindful of our surrounds and loves.
It reminds us to take the time to be lulled by the patter of rain on the windows
Into a place of inner stillness,
And there remain, content to just be and accept what is.
Strings in knots, like garden twine
Link us all together, one to the Other.
The Other what? The Other how?
All are linked, the strings of knots binding us all together,
There is no Other.
The joy of a muddy puddle after a rain and
Spider webs stretched out on the grass waiting to dry.
Rain makes tree trunks darker on west facing sides with
Moss growing toward the north.
Forest fallen leaves flattened by winter’s snows awaken after the spring rain and
Crisp morning air envelopes the crystal blue sky of a new cloudless day.
Dawn brings a new world each and every morning, while
Night’s darkness hides the transformation from yesterday to today.
The world of this moment is a different world from yesterday’s,
From an hour ago, from a moment ago.
It all is in flux, all impermanent but dependable in its trustworthy impermanence and
Therein lays the joy of a muddy puddle after the rain.
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