Precious Friday

Deafening silence when the Voice is not heard.

Knowing the cycle of the rest point has occurred.

The first time this happened

when I was singing my song….

I stopped, nothing was happening…

I thought there was something wrong.

The cycles of life, they ebb and they flow.

I must listen closer.

I must focus on the Mahanta….

this I know.

The silence is the place

where I can be renewed.

The silence is my refuge

when I come unglued.

The deafening silence

when the Voice is not heard…

Is the place where I go when

I am broken, yielding and still

Then the Light appears

to show me Mahanta’s will.

The glorious union

with the Light and the Sound

Is the place,

the moment,

the being, knowing, seeing place

I want to always be found. 

Travelers and those who wait for them

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(This poem is  dedicated to the Travelers and those who wait to welcome them HOME)

Alone, you,  may think you are.

You are not.
Broken-hearted and longing

to be with the Beloved.
You are always with the Beloved.

When in the moment you think
you are the most alone and broken
You are being carried 
on the Wings of Love. 

Enjoy the view, 
dear hearts.
You are the most 
BELOVED of the Beloved. 

On the Wings of LOVE.
of the Beloved 
The BELOVED ONES 
(that means each and every one of us  ….all of you)

 There is  a glowing love
That cannot be held back 
that the earth plane

can not hold……….

This beautiful flame of 

glowing in the eyes of another

Beloved Traveler of the Beloved

Is how we find each and other

Lifetime after lifetime.

In a circle of Love

Formed on the Wings of Love.  

Awakening

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 HU a love song to God  

Upon awakening

It is 

 different from arising.

When One

has the Master’s love

There is peace and contentment

Is that so surprising.

The negative force

Would have us believe

We are not worthy 

Life is not worth the living

Just paining and grief.

With the guidance

of the Mahanta***

my Master my Friend.

Life is full of wonderment

Joy and peace

it goes so much

smoother and faster.  

Each moment  is a gift.

Each lesson a treasure.

Upon awakening

Is a life without measure.

May I walk with him

Till my journey’s end. 

***to know more about Mahanta, the Living ECK Master go to eckankar.org.

Freedom ride

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Until today.

I did not understand.

Until today.

I never ever knew.

Why I had the love

of wildness and wilderness.

Why I long for the wide open

spaces and the freedom

Of riding a horse

off into the sunset. 

I was the last to know…

I am one of  the Master’s

wild mustangs.

Love of freedom

is all to me.

Horses taught me that.

I had forgotten until today. 

As a young woman

I rode horses every chance I got.

One summer,  I worked in the main house

on a quarter horse ranch

The ranchers wife had a new baby.

I tended to her, the cooking and the cleaning

The laundry and the scrubbing,

I would do anything

to have the free time

in the afternoon 

To take one of the quarter horses

up into the hills

to ponder under the open sky

to dream my maiden’s dreams.

Today, some sixty years later

I watched a movie about horses

and remembered:

My love of dreaming

My love of having dreams fulfilled

My love of freedom

My total immersion

of being one with nature

The horse and the Wind.

My chosen path

gives me that Freedom.

I ride the wind as free as a Mustang

On my way back to God.

I dream.  

I do my spiritual exercises.

 Then  matter, energy space and time drop away.

I am truly one of the Master’s mustangs

I know you are one too. 

Where is my service

The music within me is drowned out by the roar of the wind and my wanting, needing to do more.

I live in the music.

I love the sound.

I dance in the light. 

I live and love for service.

Now in this moment….

I want to scream into the wind

that I need to be doing more.

How can I be still dear Master,

when the masses are dying in the street.

When the two food banks in my city

are closed for the holiday….

when folks have nothing to eat.

Where is my service.

What is this din.

Why all these questions

I am grateful for all the love you have given

For all of things I have been.

How can I be of  service.

Do I raise up my voice.

Now in this moment….

I want to scream into the wind

that I need to be doing more.

How can I be still dear Master,

when the masses are dying in the street.

When the two food banks in my city

are closed for the holiday….

when folks have nothing to eat.

Where is my service.

Gift of sleep

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The gift of sleep,

quiet, soothing peaceful sleep….

was never mine until now.

I could fall asleep easily

but would be awake

within three hours.

Now, I sleep when he sleeps.

 I sleep deep, long dreams of peaceful places

Dreams of  the magic that they keep.

Now, I sleep when he goes to work

again deep sleep full of graces.

What a miracle this new sleep doeth peruse…

Refreshed, pain free, my spiritual walk I can renew.

I never understood

when others talked of being in the flow.

My sleeping time is now

 a peaceful long flowing river to which I go.

I am quieter.

 I  have more time

to think things through….this I know.

I am joyful with this new gift of spirit.

So  soon,  after a long walk in the sunlight 

sleep will again  be mine,

I can almost hear it.

Soothing, beckoning,

healing sleep.

There are wondrous worlds to keep.

You are a gift….

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There are many sounds

that enable Soul to rejoice.

The sacred song,  

HU-a love song to God 

a chirping bird,

your name in your beloved`s voice.

One of the  most majestic sounds

that has recently been given to me

 Is the sound of the beloved….snoring….

gently in the arms of  the dream  Master…in sleep.

I have traveled near and far.

Always looking, listening for the sound

that would resonate within.

Something to soothe me to sleep.

I never heard it…

always knowing how and what it would sound.

Then,  I heard it,

 while reading to you from our sacred book.

I stopped reading…

filled with the wonder of this sound

that I had been wanting to hear for so long. 

This has been for me the greatest gift.

  I,  who never sleep,  more than two or three hours…

now  languishing in your arms.

Sleeping deeply singing within….

dancing to the sacred song….

my heart skipping  along to the sound of your snore.

Such a simple loving sound.  

It cannot be bought.

 It cannot be sold.  

This gift of listening to the sacred sound

you make while sleeping is so delightful.

I thank you beloved friend

for the greatest Christmas present ever.

You are a  gift.

The kiss…

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Hunkered down in blankets.

the howling wind at the window

no one in sight

it was my healing night.

I sang my sacred song,

I spoke with my friends on the phone.

I had served all I could for the day

it was time for surrender.

 I surrendered all the Christmas Eve‘s past.

I merged into the present moment.

I fell  sobbing into the arms of my friend

on the other side of my dream. 

I slept.

Oh beloved Master,

the healing kiss

I felt upon my cheek

healed me so deep

the words I cannot speak.

Then in the deepest

part of dreaming,

my beloved friend came.

It was so wonderful to see him smile. 

I believe you sent him to me

To sit with me awhile.

I,  who,  sleep at most three hours

(except for Dec 21st each year)

slept in the arms of love

human and divine.

from 10PM to 7 AM

oh what a gift sublime.

The sacred kiss upon this Soul will be forever mine.

Self portrait

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Sitting alone, or so it seems,

The woman is smiling, lost in her dreams.

She dreamed of children….it was not meant to be.

So now she adopts the grown ones, the artists,

the pilgrims they gather round her knee.

The joy no one can fathom fills her heart, her home,  her space.

The wonderful friends over miles, centuries, lifetimes give her life the grace. 

Love is the bridge

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Do you know

the way is not a secret?

It cannot be bought.

It can be taught.

You are your own university.

The answers are  within.

It is mostly caught.

The joy leaps

from one heart to another.

We are all connected to spirit,

dear heart, sister and brother.

My joy is the accumulation of the smiles,

waves, hugs, learnings and leanings.

Your sharing  of your life give me a further

revelation, reference point and meaning.

I do not have to climb

the same mountain as you.

When you return

you show me the view.

You do not have to go through my pain…

I can share the wisdom

of the journey  through the joy that I gained.

We are researcher, wanders, seekers of old….

when we band together that love is pure gold.

Our love of the spirit through the light and sound

Is such a precious gift….the joy does abound.

The daylight of Egypt, you  share with delight.

I show you the northern lights of a cold winter’s night.

The cornucopia of joy is not for one season.

The bells of our freedom are heard through the land. 

We are walking together with joy hand in hand.