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Summer Solstice/Full Moon 6-20-16

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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.

A Valuable Part of Two

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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…

As Only He Can Do (this piece is about a wonderful friend I had who passed away)

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 ((“That which is to be taken away

First must be given”  Tau Te Ching

Lau Tzu

 

 

I suppose that means I can’t lose what I never had.

But didn’t I?

 

The loss of nothing would be painless,

Not filled with missing and sorrow for what could have been.

 

Doesn’t the very missing and feeling of loss prove that I did have it?

If he didn’t give it, how could I have had it? 

 

But I did because it was given in soft subtle ways,

In after thoughts of kindness, in tender touches and looks.

 

In words only half spoken but completely felt.

I am not a fool, I didn’t imagine him, he was real as were his feelings for me and mine for him.

 

He said he felt the love in my touch, I could feel it in his too.

Such a strong connecting could not be denied, made up, faked.

 

Only words can be misunderstood as they are always left to interpretation by the receiver which interpretation is not always what the speaker intended.

 

Did I misunderstand?  Did I not get the correct message?

I don’t know, and now it is too late.

 

I am confused by the words vs. the feelings.

The meaning behind each is complicated,

 

Sometimes stark and cutting to the bone,

But in other ways and days softer and ambivalent.

 

Maybe I saw too much, maybe I viewed only what I wanted to see,

Accepted only how I wanted it to be.

 

But he was right, it was complicated, too many others involved, too many decisions to make and then, as if to save him from the hard choices,

 

He was gone, never to be here again, too late to ask, too late to know.

Death became a saving grace, a way out, a reprieve, a new beginning.

 

His last words to me, “you and I are all there really is” will always haunt me,

What did he mean?

 

Maybe when I lift the veil and step to the other side,  I will see his warm loving smile and feel his gentle hands on my face and he will take me in his arms once again and explain it all as before,

 

As only he can do.

Rain

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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.

I Must Wait

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I have to wait, just wait,

There is nothing left to do.

Tonight is cold and dark,

I must wait for the sun.

My love is intense and passionate,

I must wait for its object.

My mind is confused and alone,

I must wait for a friend.

My heart aches and pines,

I must wait for a song.

My life is a series of waits,

But my soul is tired of waiting.

Time must slow down,

So I can catch up.

And when I do, all of the waiting will have been for nothing,

Because I will find that it  is all already here.

The Glory of Love

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Don’t stop letting the ordinary

Amaze you.

 

Savor the taste of an apple.

Drink in the sound and sight of a waterfall.

 

Marvel at the cycle of the seasons and

Rest in their dependability.

 

Look for confirmation of the miracle of life in

Each and every second of being.

 

Become one with all that is sacred and holy and

Be astounded at the face of a flower, a new born baby, a summer thunderstorm.

 

Feel the positive energy and vibration of the universe

That holds you in its arms.

 

And sleep in the peace of knowing

That morning will always follow the darkness of night.

 

Enjoy this life you have been blessed with.

To suffer is your choice and yours alone to make.

 

Move away from the negative.

Reject the downward pull of the unknowing and let your positive light shine.

 

Share in the bounty of life and choose your own path.

No one can make these choices for you.

 

Add your positive energy to the world wide awakening,

bask in the glory of love,

 

And the ordinary will never cease to amaze you.

 

Illusion

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Light, moving at a speed certain, or at all, is an odd concept.  It travels into what and from where?

What is in front of it and what is behind? Does it leave a trail or just disappear as it goes? 

When I see a star, I see it as it was light-years ago,

A fact that adds to the illusion of everything.

We, you and me, are so close our light reflection is instant, but what if it wasn’t?

What if it slowed down? What if it took more time for my eyes to see yours?

If sound traveled faster than light, then I would hear you

Before I saw you, before I saw the look in your eyes, and maybe the meaning of your words.

Light moves at a constant speed but can be bent by the pull of gravity.

Is my gravity enough to pull your light off course, to lure you in, to change your path?

If light slowed down would you feel my touch before you saw my hand? And if so, would it matter?

Maybe God travels faster than light, maybe that is why we feel his presence and touch long, long before we can see him,  maybe it’s all just a matter of spacetime and not our lack after all.

And at what speed do thoughts travel? 

They possess no mass so can they travel faster than light?  Can you feel my thoughts before

You see the look in my eyes? 

I can feel your touch before I see you. I can smell the scent of your skin before I touch you. Thoughts form my reality of you before you walk in the door.

Your soul-thought and touch travel faster than either light or sound into my heart where they remain even after you have left me behind.

The space we occupy for this human existence is basically an illusion.

A beautiful, magnificent illusion, dependent more on our thoughts and feelings than on the laws of matter and space.

An illusion of God’s making with our permission and participation.  I believe that light and love at their very core travel at the same speed, they travel

From my heart to yours and everywhere and everyone in-between – instantly.  A concentric circle of waves, emanating from the One, fanning out to the ends of time, through and around us all.  A time for all time, a time of love and light for all eternity.

Our place in this physical universe is in a perpetual state of flux and illusion,

But the love and peace, light and grace we feel in the arms of God that underlies all of creation

Are not.