Sacred Poetry Share

Spiraling Into the Divine 

After returning from a 6-month journey to Thailand, Laos, and India; I am called to share some of the Sacred Poetry that flowed out of my during the journey. The creative force flows like a spring out of the divine pool of light, into my heart, then out of my pen. Poems are born from my source and I deliver them here, to share with you.

Sacred Poetry Share

As each new day brings,

a quieter mind,

the heart opens to-

the listening (not hearing)

the seeing (not looking)

the breathing (not smelling)

the feeling (not touching)

Connected to everything,

flowing through everything,

In Everything,

Being.

This body too- all the while

the energy bodies, within,

without- all aligned;

as I dissolve.

Life- this growing,

into a clearer, deeper understanding

Of cultivating, and settling

into Oneness with awareness

That Is. Being Is.

And is all that Is, nothing?

There is Only This

I am only that

For all that is That

Is also only this.

All One

Being.

~*~

Breathe In and Out

Listen 

Inside and All around You

See your light in the eyes

of all others.

Feel the truth,

In every beating heart,

In every swirling electron.

Quiet the Mind

So that you may know the Soul,

Ourself

Be.

~*~

This pen. This tabletop.

The dot on the forehead of a married woman, that says I have been holy today.

My blood, red.

Like this Earth, her surface runs red, 

With Iron, with the blood of too many

dead bodies-human to bug, and more in between.

All red, like my root, Muladhara.

The womb.

The heat.

The passion. The Fire-

where red blends with orange, blue, and white hot.

White. Light. 

An entire spectrum of colors blend into one.

White. Light.

Then it's contrast.

Dark. Black.

The absence of color.

Unless, we are speaking of cloth- 

dyed by cracked human hands.

(because there's always an exception)

So there is cloth- to dye it with all colors does not turn it white, but rather,

they blend into one black, brown,

Mud.

Like this Earth.

Like my body.

Sculpted into cells by the process of Life

Made into this me, here, now.

Made up of this whole spectrum.

From brown, black, white to red.

On a blue planet, bursting with greens 

and a yellow sun shining down.

Light. Waves.

The Space they move in.

Secret Pattern Adventure Creating Enlightenment

The waves move in me.

  Thru me.

I am that Light.

~*~

As Always

Be the Light

Be the Love

Be the Change

Be Yourself

No excuses

You are Free

We are We

Be