Monthly Archives: February 2011

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The howling wind brings you closer


The howling wind brings you closer

I snuggle down in my bed

blankets piled high

gloves on hands

books on the shelf

warmth in my heart

Freedom on my mind.

Soul sings its sweet song.

The Master’s presence is felt

All will be  well

All will be  well

I am safe in the eye of the storm.

I expand my peaceful feeling

to my sister  still lost in the fog

I  give  unconditional love.

It will guide her home

The howling wind has done its job.

I,  in the comforting  warmth

of the love of Mahanta

Have done mine.

I place a light in the window.

The blessing song grows

louder as I drift off to dream

your safe Journey Home.

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I am yearning

I am yearning

to be returning.

I am yearning

to go Home..

For me

the feast of  celebration

Will greet me at the  doors.

But I long for the quietude

When I adjust my attitude

Sitting in the Sanctuary

Of my Temple,

my Home.

((“Who could ask

for any thing more“))

I am yearning

To be returning

I am  yearning

to go Home.

For me the feast

of celebration

is embracing

all the

dear hearts

from every nation

who have

followed Soul’s call…

THOSE WHO

ARE RETURNING

THOSE WHO

HAVE FOLLOWED

THE YEARNING

Those who are making

LOVE their home.

I am yearning

to be returning.

I am yearning

to go Home..

 

for more information about how you can make your Journey back to God

contact eckankar.org

 

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Simply Love Love simply

There it was

all the bling

the grand career

I chose it.

 


Now here I am

decades of children

now grown with children

of their  own.

Can I make up

for all the  birthdays,

Christmas’s

and sock hops missed?


No, I cannot.

All I can do

is be here now.

Simply love.

Love simply.

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Full moon blessings from the Master

Now in the afterglow

of  the  full moon

I am basking in the sunlight.

It floods across

the living room floor.

My worries are gone

in the blessings basket

of my Faith.

Floating down the river

to the  Ocean full of Love and Mercy.

New spaces in my life

for loving are filling up

with  Joy and  Gratitude.

I am that wonder-full child

you have created me to be.

I have a trampoline where feet should be.

I spring up from the lessons

of stroke and desperation

I enjoy the wild nature of my being.

I engage with the magpie

in dialogues of love.

Welcome the blue jays

wave to the geese.

In the quiet

I have longed for

I find the gift

You have always wanted me to give.

I find myself

Basking in Your blessings

I find my Voice

I finally Rejoice.

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Nothing between

Clearing the Way for Spirit Meeting with the women

Nothing between

this Soul and the Master

Nothing between

my heart

and Its dreams

Nothing between

my ears

so it seems

Nothing between

Soul and the Master

Keep the way clear

let nothing between.

I am here only to serve

That is why I keep nothing between.

Nothing between

Soul and the Master

Keep the way clear

let nothing between.

 

 

 

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In the Friday kind of grove

I am sitting listening

to music

Having spent the day

Listening to the Music

of the Sunlight of the Spirit.

I heard the Voice of Love in greetings

as my care giver opened up my heart with

her laughter

(she is from Kenya and I get her to sing the name of

the  Holy  Spirit in her language)

Today she was training a new nurse and we rocked

my wee bathroom with three laughter of  joyous women.

Following shortly thereafter was wonderful laughter

of the younger members of my family.

I am Home.

 

I have traveled away from this kind of morning all my life.

Now that I have a voice and space to give praise

I called all the women of my circle

Just to celebrate a Friday kind of grove.

Meeting of the Healing Hearts

Hang in there

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My beautiful Bounty

Today as I hold you with my  eyes

I long to hold your sorrow

I long to tell you it will be better on the morrow

Knowing you my darling daughter of the heart

You love so deep

I do not know where to start

So sweet lady of the South I will share with you

  • a mirror to reflect back to you all the golden moments you have given me
  • a bottle of the most delicate fragrance…lilacs in winter
  • laughter you share so freely with all who come under you spell
  • a scried tear you wiped dry for me…..I hold a crystal vase to collect your precious tears
  • the silence of the pines as the snow falls deep
  • moments when we have gambled all and won
  • the moments when have cheated death and laughed to our amazement
  • rituals of love from all the women of the wind from this circle and the circles of many life times
  • and great big honking country woman`s hug
  • three hell yeahs and a silent vigil in the brightest part of the day
  • a pot of chicken soup, some purple velvet gloves, a pair of knee-high moccassins
  • the hide of a mother bear offered for your healing
  • all my love     for you    all my love
  • my special hiding place on the forest`s floor high in the mountains over looking a cascading waterfall
  • this and more dear daughter of my heart    this and more
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Being a Mirror

Northern lights over Kulusuk, Greenland

Image via Wikipedia

sweat lodge

Image via Wikipedia

Being a Mirror

by Mary Helen Ferris on Monday, February 7, 2011 at 1:29am

The mission was simple.  I was to be a mirror for the Sunlight of the Spirit.  I was to show you your beauty.

How was I to do that?

Someone said  ”Life has a way of teaching us the lesson we are to learn  in order for us to fulfill our mission.”

I  thought  needed to do only one thing. Change every thing about myself so that I could:

  • Love anyway.
  • Give anyway.
  • Listen anyway.
  • Be there for you.

There came to a point that I was exhausted.  I felt like a fraud.

How could I show you your beauty… I did not know of my own?

Was the love I was sharing truly helpful.

Was I short circuiting your growth by providing every thing you needed.

What about my needs, wants, desires.

“I am only human…perhaps on a divine mission…but what is in it for me.“…my heart was breaking and my mind failed me as I struggled to be the mirror.

Then came the crisis.    (In one of the Eastern languages crisis and opportunity are represented by

symbols that are similar)

I could not see where the strength to fight to go on would come from.  So I stopped fighting.

I, the mother-hugger of the universe  asked for help.

I stood back, asked for help.  Cleared up the wreckage of my past.  Packed a bag and came to my family home to rest and heal.

Repeated the cycle being a mirror for another group of people when  I lived in  the  lodge.

I crashed and could barely speak to ask for help.    I was hospitalized.  I asked for no tv nor phone.

Spirit had my attention.  I was in the position of surrender….flat on my back.

“All righty then,“  I said to the Master of my heart. ….you have my attention…..NOW WHAT.“

Words did not come: hugging, singing and other languages did.   Not English….only garble.   So I

sang…songs of my Mother`s faith, nursery rhymes, and chants from my friends sweat lodges and the

healing song of HU.

I asked for help.

The mirror of Soul that I wanted to be  was turned inward.

Was I truly loving that which I was.

Was I treating myself with the respect I gave others.

Was I serving with unconditional love to myself so that I would have the energy, joy and love to give to you.

The mirror was slowly cleaned and the fog lifted….it was washed with tears of Joy.

I was free to be me with my love of  family , friends , bubble  gum, hugs and laughter…and  Soul

 

sang within me.    The words are carefully chosen.  There is very little of the mask of the old mirror

that has not been broken and replaced.

The mirror is in training…It is learning to claim its space, sing its song and look for the Sunlight of

Spirit to highlight each moment.

The mission is clearer.

Only a clear clean mirror that knows its beauty can reflect yours back to you.

Perhaps my Journey to become that,  is the mirror you need.

Not the one you wanted me to be.

We all struggle dear heart.

I wanted to fulfill my mission.

Only that determination has carried me to the feet of the Master and over the speed bumps I created along the way.

People in my life are mirrors to teach me what I have just finished learning or what I need to learn.

Thank you for being one of them.

Thanks to the Master of my heart for shining love  and answering the call.

 

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