Apple thoughts

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Peeling and slicing apples for the dehydrator,

took me back to grandmother’s knee.

Her knees were always covered with a white apron

made from sugar or flour sacks.

She would peel the apple  with the largest knife in the drawer

into one smooth coil and the closest grandchild

could have the peeling all to them self that day.

 The orchards on the farm had many different kinds

of apples and oh her apple pies were the very best.

The price that was paid by  the apple peel coil winner

was helping with the pies and the tester….

(a small pie left over from all the pie dough)

was the reward.

I can remember churning the butter

to mix with the cinnamon for the apple pies…

served with cheese or vanilla ice cream.

Most often the cheese.

Her favorite apple pie  saying was

Apple pie without cheese…i

s like a kiss without a squeeze.”

My mother was one of thirteen children….

musta been a lot of cheese around somewhere.

The smell of the apples stored

in special boxes in the attic

or some of the special ones in the cold cellar

sure beats the dehydrater but when winter sets in hard

I will be glad of the dried apples….stored in the cupboard.

Beloved, here is your love letter

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Beloved friend,

I do not often get the courage

to tell you of my love for you.

I am not certain I have ever

told you how important you are to me.

 You are the reason

I write an offering every day.

 Some days,

there are more poems….

somedays there is no sunshine.

It is on those un-sunshiny days

that your love comforts me

and gives me a reason to dance in the rain.

 I was not always certain

that loving you was a good thing….

for you.

I was very much

in a hurry to share

with you everything,

all the time.

Now, that the

sunlight of the spirit

and life have slowed me down

I want you to know…

how very much you are loved.

Hello love, I’ve been here before.

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Hello love, I have been here before.

I know the symptoms.

I know the score.

Then I hear his voice.

Or our favorite song.

Then I am gone again.

My brains do not come along.

I get all excited.

My hearts all a dither.

He looks in my eyes.

His smile says,  “Come hither.“

What Can I say?

What Can I do?

How can I fight this feeling?

Are my dreams coming true?

My emotions are all in a fit.

How can I cope?

Am I really such a dope?

What is a woman to use as a defense?

This feeling is over-whelming.

My mind is slowly numbing.

It really makes no sense.

“All righty then.

I will surrender…

To love’s under tow.

Look out world.

Here I go.“

I reach for your hand.

I want to let you know

I am yours for ever and always.

Then the alarm bells go off.

Is that spirit giving me a warning?

Oh, my suffering oath.

It is the alarm clock radio.

It is now morning!!!

I have been dreaming.

Now it is  really morning.

I want to take that clock

Shove it, stuff it in someone`s ear.

This is simply a dream.

I shake my head.

I want to cry out loud.

“Hello my  love, someday…

I will find you in the crowd.

Then I will not dreaming.

Then it will all come true.

You will be saying…

Hello, love.

As I stand next to you.

I will look in your eyes.

I will clearly say, 

Hello, my love….

I have been here before.

I know the symptoms.

I know the score.“

I arise…

and by my bed

scattered all over the floor…

are fresh purple rose petals

that were not there before.

Reflections – dedicated to Jafar Mazaheri

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I see

Only

stumbling blocks.


I find my way

Into that cool

Lake  of Love.

Languishing there

I take in

the cool mountain air.

I visualize it as the breath of God.

Renewing me.

Recovering me.

Rejuvenating me.

I discover

Myself.

I discover

Stepping stones

calm acceptance.

Knowledge

of all

Gifts .

Everything leads

to

the Mountain of God.

I see

then

I was created in His image.

Everything is

A reflection of

my own beauty.

Memories of stumbling blocks

no longer exist.

I am a reflection of

the Beauty of God.

Come jump into the healing waters of love.

Until soon…

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HU a love song to God

First fasting day

of the new year

with a new moon.

Oh, the hunger,

to be home

with the travelers

at the new year.

Oh, the blessings

of the inner

seminar learning

at the Master’s knee.

Now the first fasting day

of the new year

has the added  great cleansing

energy of the new moon.

All is laundered, all is scrubbed…..

now I can tumble into bed

and dream of …………until soon.

We sang together

As with a mighty throng

We sang the HU

It was the inner/outer melodious song.

We invited the Masters by name….they came along. 

Some of the chela’s  were shy.

Some  of the old one’s were crying. 

Some  of the travelers from other places

were singing with us all

Of that there was no denying.

After singing together

The joy was over flowing

Then one chela would softly say

Until soon….because we now were  going.

There were no words that could express

The joy of these visitations

No words of closure

to the conversation after the song…

Just his quiet….until soon…

without hesitation.

The summer singers have come and gone.

But when I sing the HU alone at home now…

the echo’s of our summer sky singing

Is with me still 

In my heart it is ringing…

Until soon.

All is laundered, all is scrubbed…..

now I can tumble into bed

and dream of …………until soon.

Sounds of the new moon

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Listening

to the rhythm

within…

A smile begins to form,

it spreads to a grin.

Your voice on the wind

Relaxes me truly.

All the thoughts

which were scattered

somewhat unruly…

Now keep pace

Now find their place

In the Rhythm within.

 The music of Soul

begins to soothe.

Mind steps out of the way 

Into the groove.

The song that Soul sings

Sends love on the wings…

Then wind begins to blow.

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May I always listen to hear your Voice

May I hear your Voice

in the laughter of a child

in the kindness of a friend

May my heart be open to

mindfulness

that this your child

I would have harmed with my anger

I would have  harmed with my gossip.

May I surrender

these character defects

to open my life to balance.

Then the Sunlight of the Spirit

will cleanse me as I obey.

Bringing  balance

patience

beauty

into my life

of  Service

to the Master.

May I drink of this cup each morning

May it fill me throughout the day 

May I do your will

always

May I show your love today,

May I hear your Voice

in the robin, the songbirds on the wing

May I share your Love always and all way.

May I hear your Voice.