I feel the River of Spirit
Moving through Soul.
The changes in my bodies
Each cell It has made whole.
The surging tide of Love
Fills my very Being
Looking in the Mirror
It is newness I am seeing.
I feel the River of Spirit
Moving through Soul.
Monthly Archives: April 2011
Invitation – St. Louis 1989 A contemplation seed I received
The movement
of the ECK
in the chelas
(students) life
is subtle
and yet
profound.
The writers,
musicians
and artists
have the greatest
Mission of all:
To translate the
Light and Sound of God
into words,
pictures
and song.
To lead the Seeker
to the
Heart of
SUGMAD
(Ancient name for God)
through the
Voice of Love
the HU.
( HU is a Love song to God)
to find out more eckankar.org
Rise up
Rise up.
The flower stretches
into the great beyond.
No longer stuck in dirt.
Now with the courage to go on.
Rise up.
Follow the courage
of the flower
in knowing
there is always something more.
Knowing the Sunshine
without having seen it since last season.
Knowing the Sunlight of the Spirit
down into its very core.
It just knows
without a rhyme nor reason.
Rise up.
Winters lessons
were unique.
The love you
have been giving
is just a peek.
Rise up.
Now is time to take that love
you have been given
into the highways,
into the market place,
unto the very street.
Rise up.
There are those
who have heard
the Master`s call
They need you out there with them.
Rise up.
There are Souls to greet.
Rise up.
From your solitude,
your quiet mediation.
Now it is the time
to lead the Dance of Soul
Now is the time for dedication.
Rise up.
Rise up.
Sharing Moments with You
I giggle with excitement
When I visit with you on the phone.
I smile in quiet contentment
When we commune here all alone.
I am not certain of the math, the science or the season
I know I enjoy you dear heart
I do not need a reason.
Stitches in my happy quilt from Mary Helen ♥♥♥
These are some of the stitches
you place in my happy quilt.
The sharing of the rainbows your love
brings when you are dancing in the rain.
The strengthening of love and purpose
when your life seems too full of pain.
The Joys of your quiet moments
and the wisdom that you share.
These are the stitches in my happy quilt.
I am so blessed you are here.
You stuff my quilt with laughter.
You bring me to the light and sound.
Your sharing of your happy thoughts
Fills my life with Joy that has no bounds.
The pictures you paint with love.
Old photos that you share.
Memories of days gone by.
Favorite songs of old.
The building of a chair.
The animals in your garden.
The house that your friends and family have built.
These are the stitches in my happy quilt.
More precious to me than gold.
Your sharing of your love for others.
Your struggles as you grow old.
Your victories and triumphs.
Your dedication and devotion.
Your views of Valleys
mountains pathways through the trees
that lead you to the oceans.
You stuff my quilt with laughter.
You send along some wisdom.
You show me the rainbows your love brings
when you are dancing in the rain.
So I gather these stitches around me
As I bundle up in my quilt by the fire
Your love, your laughter give me courage
To continue to follow my hearts desire.
The pictures you paint with love.
Old photos that you share.
Memories of days gone by.
Favorite songs of old.
The building of a chair.
These are the stitches in my happy quilt.
More precious to me than gold.
As I continue on my Journey.
I cannot thank you enough every day
For sending me these stitches for my happy quilt
I love you is all I can say.
The sharing of the rainbows your love
brings when you are dancing in the rain.
The strengthening of love and purpose
when your life seems too full of pain.
The Joys of your quiet moments
and the wisdom that you share.
These are the stitches in my happy quilt.
I am so blessed that you are here.
Just beyond the view…dedicated with love to Cecília Halakné Orvos
Just beyond the view.
Just view the beyond.
Your art is
sitting already
framed in a gallery.
Your play is
winning awards.
Your music and lyrics are
sung in the spheres.
Your beloved is
waiting.
Just beyond the view.
Just view the beyond.
Reach out
with your heart
You can manifest
all these miracles.
“And much, much more.” (Big Harry)
.
Just beyond the view.
Just view the beyond.
How do I know? you ask.
Because I do not believe in miracles
I depend on them.
I am One.
With You.
Just beyond the view.
Just view the beyond.
To find out more about the “beyond”, dreams, Soul Travel, re-incarnation
eckankar.org
There is more
Oh, there is more
than making money to be a courtesan.
Oh, there is more
to being a person than to be an “also ran”.
Oh, there is more
that fills the Spirit.
Oh, there is more
that fills the day.
Oh, there is more.
You can hear It
when you stop to pray.
Oh , to listen
to the Sunlight of the Spirit
in quiet mediation.
Oh, to sing your praises
to your God
in quiet contemplation.
There is more
to life than tears and fears.
There is more
than just the living.
There is hope and Joy with its
Wonderous adventures
That come through self less giving.
There is more
than sickness and despair.
There is more
than lonely nights
There is the quiet understanding
That comes in between the knowing what is right.
Oh, yes , there is the peace that reaches
down into your very being.
There is the knowingness
that you are Love.
There is the newness that you are seeing.
Oh, yes, there is More.
Oh , to listen
to the Sunlight of the Spirit
in quiet mediation.
Oh, to sing your praises
to your God in
quiet contemplation.
Oh, yes, there is More.
Come on just ASK for more.
Bella’s View – dedicated to Lori S.
He was the greatest fishing buddy ever.
Raised one hell of a daughter.
She is my master.
He was her father.
He has gone fishing in the sky they tell me.
I can see him standing by them.
Can not humans see folks who love them
Even when they are away fishing?
Just doing what Mama did
I trusted God
Believed in Faith
Honouring what was said.
Mother spoke we minded her word
Just doing what Mama did.
When her words were hid
Somewhere deep inside
I turned my face to the Master
Walking Homeward with Him
as My Guide
Just doing what Mama did.
Her life was whole and holy
Gods face was never hid.
I grew in Faith , love and Joy
Just doing what Mamma did.
She is gone now.
Three long winters she sleeps.
Her words are precious
They stir the Soul.
Her promises she still keeps.
Mother spoke we minded her word
Her life was whole and holy
Gods face was never hid.
I grew in Faith , love and Joy
Just doing what Mamma did.
Just doing what Mamma did.
The last post
Thinking of the last post
some big ones come to mind:
The last post
in an eight mile stretch
The last post
before the garden gate
The last post
to be lit by the old lamp lighter.
What IF this were to be my last post.
The last thing I ever wrote.
So what if this is my last post
How could I best serve as a writer
Would the over coming
struggles stories be my last post
Would the loving presence
of the Master be detailed as my everlasting Host.
Or would I be knowing
that this was the last post
When does one prepare for the great last post
Will my heart be open and loving
Will I be thinking of loved ones left behind
Will I be prepared to go
By living well enough
Strong enough
in my curiosity
To always
stay open
loving and kind.
