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Painting-An Open Letter To WahZ – dedicated to Margita Schreiber

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Open letter to WahZ

The best Friday ever….

I was thinking of  far off things,

forgotten things,

never-to-be-gotten things

when a young lady and her grand-mother

came to inspect the roses.

 They (the roses)  are outside my window.

 I live  at ground level to the roses.

 I talk to them all the time.  

In the winter

they really liked my stories.

Stories of  love,

of  color,

of spring,

blue skies and warm sunshine.

The wee rose  in the middle needed extra love.  

The birds, the rain and you

 with your love have helped

ever so much.

The wee  rose  is going to make it.

 I pretended I was like

the Little Prince

in the book,

that  this rose was

my whole purpose in being.

 What delight I saw in their eyes.

They saw the love had been received.

The rose was going to give some back.  

Some roses can not give love back you know.  

I was like that…unable to give love.  

It was not a fault.

 It was just not known.  

A rose cannot give

what it does not know.

 Neither could I.

But I digress,  from the best Friday ever.  

The young lady is seven.

She is my great-niece.

I want to take her photo and put it here.

She did not think today would be a good day for that.

She has one  front tooth missing.

She also has a black eye

from the eight grader on his bike.

Perhaps another day.

She was feeling at bit like the rose…

not certain of her beauty.

We were going to make some happy rocks.

I gather materials and rocks

ensuring  all the “great ones”

(great-nieces and great-nephews)

have happy rocks when they come to visit. 

I also ensure the happy rocks go to good homes. 

We made some happy rocks for a good while.

After quite a long while for a seven-year old  

She asked if she might go and get something.

Of course, dear heart.  

She brought out my art supplies

The ones in the gold box with the purple glitter.

I asked her to get a time check

from her grand-mother

To provide us with enough time

for the sample and 

her first painting.

Indeed, she could stay to paint.

She loved the sketching.

She loved the quiet.

She loved the pattern.

When she started with the colors

and the paint brush….

It became the best day of my life.

The best Friday ever.

She knows color combinations, without asking.

She went to the canvas as a Master.

What a privilege to be so close

to be a witness  to this much love. 

What an opportunity to share the love

I have been hoarding.

I have been hoarding  love  all winter. 

I have been hoarding

wee bits of love  all my life.

This child knows nothing of that  Journey.

She only knows my love

and the happy rocks. 

Now she knows the love of the rose.

She knows the Joy of painting.

She knows the love of you WahZ.

She painted a happy flower.

Thank you.

Thank you for my best Friday ever. 

Thank you for my life.

Thanks for hiding behind my great-niece’s eyes

and painting with me today.

(WahZ means Way Shower – for more information about WahZ the spiritual name for Harold Klemp please

eckankar.org)

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Lost in love’s sweet song

Lost in the arms of love.

I viewed my life from above.

I felt the love.

I missed it so.

I landed back

in my body here below.

Lost in the arms of love.

Here in my body

I treasure the sunrise

as it glistens on the dew.

I open my heart

as I sing to you.

I love you world.

I love you trees.

I love you most

sweet soft gentle song

on the breeze.

You   refresher  of  my thoughts.

You give me a reprieve.

You open my heart.

I am so glad

I  came to believe.

I open my heart

as I sing to you.

I love you world

I love you trees

I love you most

sweet soft gentle  song

on the breeze.

I shall stay this day

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Some love Sounds and the HU song

The lessons abound

as I hear the Sound

of the Song of the HU.

It is in the furnace

as it kick-starts  our day

It is in the humming

of the

refrigerator as  it

seems to say

HU sweet HU.

The sound of my laptop

also joins in.

I open my heart

and smile with a grin.

I can hear It

in my heart beat.

I can hear It  in

my very breath.

I hear It in the throng

of the song birds

As they sing

of  the  height and depth

Of the love of the Master

I can hear It

in the city sounds

  as folks  go to work.

In the sound

of the laughter

I can hear

the love rebound.

I can hear It

as  the bells of the kirk

blend in the with

sound of the train.

As the train  rumbles

across the coolies

I can hear It again.

I can hear It

in the thunder

and the sound

of the pouring rain.

Soul sings along

this lovely refrain

HU   HU  HU.

I can hear It in music.

I can hear It now in the sound 

of the children playing.

I can hear It  in the way

my beloved is saying

my name.

All sounds lift Soul

Higher  and higher

As I dedicate my day

To be Love’s desire.

I can hear It

as  the bells of the kirk

blend in the with

sound of the train.

I can hear It again, louder

As the train  rumbles

across the coolies

I can hear  It again.

I can hear It

in the sound

of the pouring rain.

Soul sings along

this lovely refrain

HU   HU  HU.

HU a love song to God

-  more about the HU    eckankar.org

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Send for me

Send for me

 I will extinguish

two lonely candle flames

by igniting  our love.

Send for me

 I will travel

across the centuries

to be with you again.

Send for me,

oh beloved,

 I will  need to

travel no more.

I will be home in your arms

After living in your heart

All these lifetimes.

Oh, habbi glbi,

my own beloved,

glbi,

Send for me. 

My suitcases and passport await.

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Reflections

Blessings abound

From the glorious Sound…

to the Light in the

great beautiful puffy

white clouds in the sky.

The Love is apparent

As I feel the torrent 

Of  Joy which seldom subsides.

Your laughter echoes

in my brain

Your love of music

will always remain.

I want you .

I need you.

I love you. 

You said to me

I was the traveler

I had to be free.

Your love echoes back to me

In the poetry of others

In meals by the water side

as I bask in the blessings of 

The Light and Sound

from Loves’ greatest traveler.

Living alone

never quite feeling alone.

The love of many lifetimes

sits  quietly with me

As I do the dishes , make the bed

do the windows and the floors.

I have taken  the garbage  out

of my being and my home

I loved you then

Very deeply

I always will

I am joyous

 I met you loved you

I still Journey on.

I had my travels and travails

I am that loving  part of you

You see reflected

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Before it is time to go

Oh my darling 

I need you to know 

That you are 

Loved 

Before it is time to go

The sole purpose of Soul being

here at this time is to tell you

how much you are loved.

The interesting fact about this is

the body carrying the Soul

Must learn to love itself first.

It does this by giving love out to others.

Soul exists because God loves it – Harold Klemp

St Francis of Assisi    To get love you must give love.

I learn to love myself by loving you

I learn to love myself and you through singing HU

HU a love song to God

-for  more about Love and HU

eckankar.org