Become A Living Sanctuary

 

Collage by Amaya Kalki @CascadianCreations

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Click the link below for a musical journey to guide your heart to sanctuary.

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Please Prepare Me ~ A Beautiful Chorus

Sacred Poetry Share

Welcome to today's Sacred Poetry Share. I am so very pleased to continue sharing with all of you as the glorious moment continues to unfold and expand. My own heart has been bursting wide open in the amazing wonder of Love and Sacred Union. As that fiery joy burns away old stagnant energetic patterns, the clarity of Self and Oneness reverberates thru every cell. 

Restructuring, Unifying, Embracing the Sacred Trinity of 

One Mind, One Body, One Heart.

It is in this Loving Space that I am sharing poems whose sources span across both Space and Time but whose messages are timeless and poignant. As always I seek to share poetry here that resonates in the One Heart that we all share at our Source. May these poems lead you to Peace, Oneness, and deep connection to your Self and Heart.

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Be the Light

Be the Love

Be Yourself

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WE ARE ONE FAMILY 

By: FRED LaMotte

 

My Ancestry DNA results came in.
Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.

Much of who I am is still wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but part hummingbird too.
There is dinosaur tar in my bone marrow.
My golden hair sprang out of a meadow in Palestine.
Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn't get his dimples.
My loins are loaded with banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna, not Ram.
My uncle is a mastodon.
There are traces of white people in my saliva.
3.7 billion years ago I swirled in golden dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown with lingams and yonis.
More recently, say 60,000 B.C.
I walked on hairy paws across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.
I am the bastard of the sun and moon.
I can no longer hide my heritage of raindrops and cougar scat.
I am made of your grandmother's tears.
You conquered rival tribesmen of your own color,
chained them together, marched them naked to the coast,
and sold them to colonials from Savannah.
I was that brother you sold, I was the slave trader,
I was the chain.
Admit it, you have wings, vast and golden,
like mine, like mine.
You have sweat, black and salty,
like mine, like mine.
You have secrets silently singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.
Don't pretend that earth is not one family.
Don't pretend we never hung from the same branch.
Don't pretend we don't ripen on each other's breath.
Don't pretend we didn't come here to forgive.

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By: Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.

 

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By: Yehuda Amichai

 

Two lovers talking to each other in Jerusalem
with the excitement of tour guides, pointing,
touching, explaining: These are my father’s eyes you see
in my face, these are the sleek thighs I inherited from a distant mother
in the Middle Ages, this is my voice which traveled
all the way here from three thousand years ago,
this is the color of my eyes, the mosaic of my spirit,
the archaeological layers of my soul. We are holy places.

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Author Unknown

A Sufi holy man was asked what forgiveness is...

He said, 

"It is the fragrance that flowers give, 

when they are crushed".

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By: Rumi

We may know who we are,

Or we may not.

We may be Muslims, 

Jews or Christians

But until our hearts become the mold for

every heart 

we will

see only

 our differences.

 

Sacred Poetry Share

As it has been a while since I've posted on my blog, I'll be rekindling the creative flow by sharing a handful of my own work. These poems were written during the closing of last year and the welcoming of the new year on the solar calendar. I have been inspired by the blossoming of Love in my own life to share more of my Spirit and my Truth and am looking forward to this post being the start of a new path of regular sharing both on this blog and in other avenues.

I encourage you to express your own creativity in whatever way you feel called. My words and the words of all the other poets spotlighted on this blog are echoes of your own voice from across the eternal Spiral. Clear your mind, let them settle in your heart and guide you to freedom.

As these are my own poems, I want to encourage you to leave comments or feedback that may help me improve my writing. As always, it is heart warming for me just to share these poems with all of you, but it is even more expansive to hear back from you, if they have touched your own heart.

So, sit back, relax, take some deep breaths and enjoy. 

Be the Light, 

Be the Love, 

Be Yourself 

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Know Your Measure

By what means do you use to measure yourself?

Is it comparing to others?

 Is it comparing to Nature, to the world around you?

Is it a tool- external, solid, objectified? 

Is it a system- values, morals, laws?

Or, is it a feeling?

Is it an internal compass?

  Where does it sit?

Where does it point?

Who is even watching the needle spin?

Or the waves crest and fall?

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Discovering

 

Lalla lit a way to here

and truly she did see,

there is no Shiva hiding here-

there is only you and me.

The Peace that comes when actually

the Union fully appears

is emptiness not loneliness,

for creatures such as we.

Freedom from

the piercing sweet 

and bitter taste

of lacking company.

My heart

so crystal clear 

-here now-

What is it that you see?

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The Bounty of Union

The Guest would come

 for tea and eats

that lead to sweets.

Root in what is real

to drink of the one

whom is as sweet as Nectar.

To sip from the pools of your eyes

is impossible

until we are One

drowned in the Beloved.

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