Come, sit and sip with me,
The tea will warm our hands, the wine our hearts.
Hold my hands across the table,
Watch and feel my eyes melt into yours.
Your heart hears mine but you pull
Your sweater tight and muffle its cries.
Let it out, it only wants to share
Don’t be afraid,
It won’t leave you for me and mine
Won’t leave me for you, but
They will meet when
Our chests touch and
Their harmonic beauty will speak to us of peace and love and
Lull us to sleep
Among the tea mugs
And wine glasses.
Notes of soul,
Words of flesh,
The sound of time is
Love expressed.
Chants whisper to me
As their cords of light infuse my spirit.
The names of God swirl in silent eddies
And drain through the fibers of my heart
Where traces of love are
Caught and linger.
The universal love holds no space or time
It is all and nothing.
Come my love, hold my hand and
Sing with me the names of God in love and watch
Watch and be amazed as the magic unfolds again.
I want to touch your face and
Trace the bridge of your nose.
I want to run my fingers around your
Ears and eyebrows.
I want to outline your lips with my finger tips,
Those soft luscious lips.
Your songs sing in my heart,
And play in my head at daybreak.
But you are not impressed by my love.
You are unmoved by my soul.
And yet I persist, my heart leaves me no choice.
Maybe one day yours will open and let me in.
I want to take nothing away.
I want to soak in your soul,
Feel your breath mix with mine,
Hold your heart in my hands,
Run my finger tips over your body,
And sip the sweetness of your love and fill you with mine.
Would that be so bad?
The undisputable evidence of the creator
Surrounds me.
She is in the heart of every rain drop,
She is the voice of the thunder.
Her soft strong hand holds the sun in the sky,
And the birds on the wing.
All life is a manifestation of
Her will and beauty.
To deny her is to deny
My very existence and the existence of all that I love.
Her voice echoes in the wind and her love
Caresses my face with moonshine and starlight.
Only she knows the time of the seasons,
As she knows the passions of my heart.
Life without the acceptance of her presence
Is possible – but empty.
My practice of Buddhism, without her foundation, without her to seek in the
Stillness of mind,
Would become empty and shallow, self serving,
An interesting preoccupation only.
I see her in every flower, every mountain top,
Every smile.
She exists in all of creation, every part and particle,
Every quark and lepton, every neutrino and vibrating string.
They all bear her thoughts and are ruled, created and
Imbibed with her universal consciousness.
A consciousness that she freely and openly shares with each and every one of us,
All we have to do is seek and she will answer.
She is an endless thought, an endless love, all encompassing, and all knowing.
She holds all the possibilities of eternity in her thoughts and ideals.
The creator has become the creation. She resides in me and you.
Reach for her in the darkness and feel her light and hope,
Open your eyes and be awake to her presence, your heart will echo her joy forever
And you will never be alone again.
She will never disappoint you,
She knew you before you were born.
From my bedroom window
I watch the woodland change with the seasons.
On the corner of the house, a maple branch hugs the windowsill
Its leaves framing my view of the forest.
How can I explain the secret life of leaves I observe from my window and the
Magical growth that takes place in silence unseen?
I can think of no words to use, so instead I just watch, I watch the breeze
ruffle the leaves and the branches move together in the wind like fans made of feathers.
And then the rain comes and I watch the drops play the
Leaves like keys on a piano.
I am content with my role as watcher and marvel at the strength and skill the trees employ when they interlock their arms to form an impenetrable force of gentle power in silence.
These graceful tree spirits are woven together by the hand of God to create
The framework of the forest.
They surround my home and speak to my soul and
My heart hears their thoughts and hopes,
And I realize and know that they are
Not so different from me.
I understand and accept that we share this planet and are
Children of the One in all our varied forms
All connected,
All equal in the eyes of our creator.
And the peace and stillness of the wood
pervades my soul and feeds my spirit and makes me one with those who stand outside looking in.
Uncommon fair time again
All natural and good
Wholesomeness is its hallmark
Break
I expect so little now
Is it still to much?
Let go, watch me fall apart
Break
The birds are very busy
They sense it is here
Frost on the field this morning
Break
The humming birds are now gone
No one saw them leave
They slipped away in the night
Pretend it doesn’t matter
Stop expecting more
Avoid the disappointment
Swift summer snuck in,
Greening up from the edges, shading the forest floor.
It came complete with lovely summer evenings
Where warm breezes filled the night,
And a blanket of starts twinkled in the
Dark humid haze.
The August thunder filled my soul
With its power and its wildness renewed me.
My garden produced produce from the earth
Feeding my soul as richly as it fed my body.
This summer was a season of energy and rapid growth.
There was no time to waste, “bloom now, don’t be afraid” was its message.
But now, without warning, the days begin to shorten,
The afternoon shadows grow longer.
Late night mists form as the heart of summer
Makes its escape back to the sky from where it came.
The golden sunglow fades from my skin as it
Has from the fields.
A summer season of riotous beginnings looses its energy and
Fades into the arms of autumn.
As the seasons change, so must I.
I need to return to the safety and warmth of my home and
Gather my growings to feed my body as I gather my loves
To sustain my soul through the cold, dark time to come.
Autumn is the time to return to what was, to what came before
Summer’s brief and beautiful interruption.
Fearlessly and with a final burst of thanks in colors of red and gold,
The earth has gently shed its past with its leaves.
If only I could shed mine with such courage and beauty.
He taught me to sit in mystical darkness,
And watch the floating pin points of light in my soul.
They were at once familiar and strange, a one sighted following,
A place where songs were sung backwards.
The sitting itself was an empty solitude,
But only on the surface.
Although years have passed, the echoing sadness still seeps in.
Thankfully, time and focus have helped to remove its sting.
But even time cannot erase the unanswered questions that linger,
They are still shouting in my ear to be heard.
My continuing faith in Sri helps to remove my doubts while
His quiet presence replaces my pain.
He has made me realize there is no more time for seeping sadness,
Its time has finally passed and his death has lost its drowning sorrow.
Now my teacher’s essence speaks to me in thoughts not words, but his message is still the same.
He tells me to be open, still, and fearless.
He promises that if I take it all in and have faith, I will receive what I need.
I will be held and loved – sunlit wrinkles and all.
I will never lose the sound of his voice as it is written on my soul and
Held close to my heart.
Sri’s wisdom is as profound now as it was then as
He tells me once again that my love for the other is right and good.
It is a love that was meant to be. There is nothing greater,
Nothing less, nothing more to need.
My teacher asks me to reside within that love, and feel the power
And strength that comes from knowing that it is right and good.
Sri understands that my love for the other is whole and simple, kind and generous,
Is light and darkness together,
He can see into my heart and
Feel how this love fills me with warmth and joy.
His words encourage me to never to give up for as his love has shown me,
It is not always easy to love but to love for love’s sake is in and of itself its own reward.
He taught me that it takes strength to love unconditionally, and
To hold another’s heart in your hands and not be afraid takes courage and commitment.
Love is not for the faint of heart.
In morning’s stillness, the owl sings to me of days gone by.
Soft darkness surrounds my heart and brings me back in time.
Back to a small building, a small town,
36 years in the past to an empty waiting room and dimly lit corridors.
To a quiet hospital’s artificial twilight while the world sleeps on,
Unaware of the new life signaling its time to begin.
It was just us, waiting together, physically connected as one
But for only a few hours more.
Your birth was the beginning of our separate journeys but as
A physical separation only, we remained together in heart and mind.
In that early September morning mist, as a tiny girl, you took your place beside me,
And changed my life with your smile.
You left the temporary shelter of my body,
And joined the permanent shelter of my heart.
Your presence in this world begin on that beautiful morning but
Your soul was already here, waiting for you to come back.
Right from the beginning your wisdom and light shown through your tiny eyes.
Your smile contagious, your grace and love profound.
You are an eternal soul born to bring a spark of goodness and light back to this world,
Your simple presence making the world and my life a better place.
You are now a woman, holding the little hand of the next embodiment of profound sprit and wisdom.
Your light is strong in your daughter and so the cycle continues.
From mother to daughter, sister to sister,
Woman to woman.
Together we are strong, loving, grace filled and eternal and build on each other’s strengths.
The time has come for us to take our rightful place in this universe.
Our life-force will change the world and the heavens and bring them back into balance.
And as it was in the beginning, the hands that rock the cradle will hold the hearts of the world and all will be at peace once more.
The change has begun.
September 3, 2015
MC
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