Opening my heart
For a different view
I climb up a ladder
To learn from You.
The ladder is in a library
Perhaps on another plane
I see the books I have written
Then come to my desk again.
I want to peek inside them.
I want the writing to fall in place.
I want the learning to go quickly.
I want everything in this space.
I want that wisdom and grace.
I am not ready to be disciplined:
To write four hours a day
To work at my craft as an art
To put my mission of Love
First and foremost
in every day that I start.
So the books that are already written
In the library in the Love plane
Will take each moment of learning
Loving, laughing and living
Till I go Home again.
So for this moment
I surrender and listen to
Love’s Inner song.
The writing is not for the masses
To be shouted in a crowd.
It is the wee small voice
To traveler when the world
Appears too loud.
When courage and hope are failing;
One can open their heart to see,
The Sunlight of the Spirit
Of the Master is always dancing within Thee.