dreaming out loud (this has a copyright)*contest entry

Living with Nature

I am dreaming that

I have become

the divine feminine gentle Soul.

I am dreaming that

I have a child on the way.

I am dreaming that

I am beloved of one

of The Beloved’s own.

I am dreaming that

I have freedoms all the way

to worlds unknown.

I am dreaming that

love will have its say.

I am dreaming that

love has healed me

and made me whole.

Oh,  my goodness

Oh,  for heaven’s sake

I am not dreaming.

This is my true life

I am truly wide awake.

The Virgin was not

the only one

Who was  blessed

among women.

I am.

I am that

because of the love

of the Creator.

I am that

because of the love

that has been so

freely given to me

I am that

because in my Soul

I am truly free.

I am that

because in every day
in each every way

each day

I am getting better and better.

I am becoming

more like Thee.

I see your love

in every rock and tree and flower

I see more love

behind the eyes of my neighbour

I see it growing by the hour.

I am living the dream

That Soul came here to dream.

I gaze into your eyes

It is then I realize

You are living the same dream.

How blessed we are

beloved dear heart

That each day is so full

of the love of the Creator

For all of us

Now I surrender

To do my part.

My home is a palace…a temple of Praise…dedicated to Justin….

My home is a palace,

A temple of praise.

A place of worship,

A portal of joy.

A launching pad

‘Tis my jumping off place

I embrace and am renewed

I bask in the Master’s grace.

I have sunlight enough

To flood over my face.

The moonlight calls me

To its sweet embrace.

The serenity, the safety

the sensuousness of the place

Often has me blushing

With enjoyment of this space.

I live among the joyful.

I live among the free.

I live with joy and laughter.

Come over one day for tea.

My home is a palace,

A temple of praise.

A place of worship,

A portal of joy.

I thrive on the abundance.

I move within the song.

I wish I had the time

To be here in my palace

All day long.

I would fluff up my pillows.

I would turn the music down low.

I would put my feet up.

I would read or relax.

I would make the baby quilt.

I would paint my picture.

Or draw.

I would never have to go to work

I would not have to be a part of the maw.

I would sit and watch the birds

As they play among the trees.

Alas, I have my obligations…

I have clothes to mend.

A pot tea is waiting

While I eat bannock with my friend.

My home is a palace,

A temple of praise.

A place of worship,

A portal of joy.

My bird garden

I have a little garden where bird’s sing all day long.
They sing of their joy and laughter.
They sing of the hereafter.
As they sing they tell me
All heaven’s joy is here now.
I watch them through the window.
I watch them throughout the day.
They teach about gratitude.
They teach me how to pray.
How to sing the praises.
How to sing my prayer song.
I have a little garden where bird’s sing all day long.
This little bird garden brings joy to us elders.
It brings laughter to the children.
It makes the screaming drivers stop for a moment
while waiting for the train.
They look.
They listen.
Then they laugh, refreshed to drive home again.
The antics of the birds
Fill my life and day.
My Grandmother taught me
“Feed the birds
They will teach you how to pray.”
I have traveled many years
To find my safe wee home.
The birds do my traveling now
They bring me song of Rome.
I have a little garden where bird’s sing all day long.
They sing of their joy and laughter.
They sing of the hereafter.
As they sing, they tell me
All heaven’s joy is here now.
I watch them through the window.
I watch them throughout the day.
They teach about gratitude.
They teach me how to pray.
My loving little birds teach me many things
Most of all they teach me to be grateful
To listen for all that sings.
I hear music in the engines
As they roar in the traffics flow.
I hear music in the train
As its mighty whistles’ blow.
I hear music in the rain as it dances on the tent.
My heart is then more content.
I listen to the music
It brings laughter to my ears.
The bird garden full of laughter
Takes away my pains and fears.
I have a little garden where bird’s sing all day long.
They sing of their joy and laughter.
They sing of the hereafter.
As they sing they tell me
All heaven’s joy is here now.
I watch them through the window.
I watch them throughout the day.
They teach about gratitude.
They teach me how to pray.

I saw the Master’s hands

I saw the Master’s hands

In every tree and brook.

I felt His sweet caress

Everywhere I looked.

The clouds, the trees,

the birds, the breeze

all were an expression of love for me.

 

I felt the Master’s touch

in the majestic mountainside.

I basked in the sweet kiss

as the morning mist

crashed, crushed and caressed me inside.

 

I was helped, held, and healed in the embrace

Of my loving Higher Power.

The Sunlight of the  Spirit

Rolled over me.

Again and again.
I am now in a holy place.

 

I was washed in the mountain rain.

I was cleansed in a Ocean filled

With love and mercy.

It removed the first hundred layers of pain.

 

The waterfall in the mountains

renewed me through and through.

I am ready to rejoin life.

I might even want to be with you.

 

The love of Master is always with me.

I know that more today.

I am glad I went to the mountains.

I am so glad I stopped to pray.

I was helped, held, and healed  in the embrace

Of my loving Higher Power.

The Sunlight of the  Spirit

Rolled over me.
It stays with me this hour.

Shards of Spirit in Mountains

I watched the sky.
I wondered ‘why?’
(Why is life more intense?)
I watched as my pain
Formed into rain.
It renewed the earth as it fell.
The earth sprung up
Into the mountainous skies.
The beauty was shards to Soul.
I caressed the
shards with my eyes;
wanting it to cut deep.
Cut away the dross.
Cut away the loss.
The peaks were covered with misty fog.
The peaks were covered in rain.
The peaks were breathing in glorious snow.
I was very jealous.
I needed to feel that connected.
I wanted to lie on the top mountain peak.
I wanted to caress the forest’s floor.
I wanted to know.
I wanted to be.
I wanted to be real.
I craved renewal and purpose.
I needed to be free
of the pain of your passing.
I wanted to feel.
Stillness.
Freedom.
I longed for
a mission.
I had to have
the compulsion to go onward.
I did not feel anything like that at all.
Then the Sun came out.
It silhouetted the trees
Covered them in a raindrop-halo
which glistened.
While they danced in the breeze:
the beauty poured over me,
the beauty bombarded Soul,
the beauty went through me.
I drove away whole.
Now in the rear-view mirror
I have my direction.
I will return to the mountains
I will walk through the valleys and peaks.
I will do the next ‘right thing’.
I will be a mountain or raindrop.
Depending on the day.
I will be in touch with my life.
I will learn to say no
To the needs of another
When my own needs are intense.
I will return to these mountains
when I need to get in touch
With my loving departed parents
Whom I long to hold so much.
I put a rock in my pocket.

The Crone and the crow Revision July 2008

Image via Wikipedia

In memories eyes
She wondered why the crow had never taken
Her on the trip she so dearly needed.
The answer now was clear.
“You cannot enjoy the heavenly Throne
If you don’t find heaven here.”
The living in the moment
Is not a great surprise
Just learn to see the Master
In everything before your eyes.”
The following was written in grief from losing Mother.
I wanted to be with her.
Now I know she wants me to be here.
“Flying on my own.”

She watched the crow flying free.

He watched her sitting letting life be.

The crow was busying building a nest

It was, oh, so very tired.

The crow had no time to rest.

The crone was sitting in the parlour

Singing a song to the crow.

She watched its busy movements.

She watched it come and go.

It took the twigs.

It took the string.

It took all it could to survive.

“Oh dear crow

Who flies so high

How you must enjoy your life

You have your hearts desire.

I am weak and old and frail.

I sit here alone by the fire.

How I long to fly beyond the veil.

I have had my loves.

I have had my life.

The memories I have known.

But just for now,

I would like to crawl up on your back

And fly to heaven’s throne.

Dear crow, I would give you a house

To raise your family.

Just do this one little thing for me.

Take me on your shoulders.

Take me to the Master’s feet.

I want my Soul to fly free.”

The crow had no time to hear the song.

The woman cried alone.

When the nest was built

There were the babies to feed.

The crow was exhausted from morning till night.

It never heard  the lonely crone.

It never knew it’s plight.

Towards the end of summer

The crone was working in her yard

She shook her fist towards the empty nest.

“Oh dear crow

Who flies so high

How you must enjoy your life

You have your hearts desire.

I am weak and old and frail.

Image via Wikipedia

I sit here alone by the fire.

How I long to fly beyond the veil.

I have had my loves.

I have had my life.

The memories I have known.

But just for now,

I would like to crawl up on your back

And fly to heaven’s throne.

Dear crow, I would give you a house

To raise your family.

Just do this one little thing for me.

Take me on your shoulders.

Take me to the Master’s feet.

I want my Soul to fly free.”

The crow was no longer there to hear the song.