Service is the Silence

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Photo with Sonny Galea  Jasper National Park      September 1, 2008

When I come to the place of Silence

With a heart full of laughter and joy.

It is in that moment

That I am the Master’s toy.

When I allow Him to give me instructions

When I put His work at the ‘fore

When I dedicate all my energy and actions

When I live here “as below so above”.

I do not have to wait for the rapture

I serve in the moment with love.

Then I know that this lifetime is more.

More of His infinite mercy

More of His boundless gifts

More opportunities of service

More of His children to lift.

A smile, a hug or a greeting

Acknowledges the Soul I am meeting.

Then there is no surprise

That  I see the Master

In  another eyes.




Mystical magical moss on Monday

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Dense moss colonies in a cool coastal forest
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What a wonderful challenge I have choosen today.
It is Monday.
It is raining.
Some of the choices I have are:
(1) go back to bed for the day and read and sleep and dream.
(2) go have a shower, get dressed and work on the house plants.
(3) get dressed in some grubbies and go feed the birds taking an extra long time and just be with them.
(4) phone everyone I know and visit all morning.
(5) get coffeed up and clean and sew in preparation for fall and winter clothing changes.
(6) just sit and dream

Think I will sit and dream for a while
Letting the muses surround me and direct my day.
Music filters through the rain drops as the birds sing their song.
The mystical magic mist of Monday permates my being and I
am enjoying a lazy moment.
A being moment.
A mindful moment.
A moment in time.
It was not always so.
I was young.
I was in a hurry.
I was rushing after the almighty dollar.
I wanted to be connected.
I wanted to be more.
I never took the time to know myself.
I never enjoyed the mystical magic mist of Monday.
Now I can.
I will go check on the moss I brought back from the mountain.
It lovingly caresses everything in the woods.
I want to stay in the mountains and lay on the moss
Until it is time to come home to you.
I reach across time and space.
I caress the moss as it cools my face.
I am one with the moss.
The mountain.
The mist.
I am home.
The mystical magic mist of Monday permates my being and I
am enjoying a lazy moment.
A being moment.
A mindful moment.
A moment in time.

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.

Grief for a time or a season…the shards in the Mountain.

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.

I will be with you when you say your ‘byes’

Mountains - Autumn in Denali

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My dear friend,
The wake was tonight.
The funeral tomorrow.
I want to protect you from all that is so raw, so new.
However, if I truly love you
I will be with you when you say your ‘byes’.


“Put me in your pocket…so I’ll be close to you
No more will you be lonely, no more will you be blue.”
I do not have a magic marker to take away the pain.
I do not have the answers why you can see only rain.


I do not know the season
the date
the time of year
But believe me, it will happen
“You will be able to see your way clear.”


Do not stop the feelings, do not stop the pain
Do not stop the crying (there is so much more to gain)
When you kneel before your loved one
Know that they are going to the “Altar of the King”
That your sorrow maybe the footprints
That they can follow Home.


They have loved you from forever.
Forever yours they’ll be.
I will be with you in the morning
When you say your ‘byes’.
I will be with you in the evening
When all you can ask is “Why?


Iwill  be with in the noontime

when your sorrow shows at work.
I will hold your hand.
I understand.
My love can be a perk.


I have recently lost my elders.
I know the pain has taken its toll.
But the love of the Comforter
The Great Spirit
Helps to keep me whole.

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I will be with you in the morning
When you say your ‘byes’.
Look over your shoulder
Your Higher Power is walking with you.
The love of the Master
Will see you through.

Meet me in the Sunset

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Photo credit    Anne Marie Kiyawsew

Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.
We have waited many life times
We have travelled many miles
We have waited for each other.
I guess we can wait a little while.
So until I meet you in the sunrise
Until we kiss as lovers do
I will send love to you my darling
Knowing love will see you through.
Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.
Your eyes hold so much laughter.
Your heart is so full of pain.
Do you not know I am waiting
To be with you again?
I know not the time or season.
I only know you will receive.
I know only this my darling…
You only have to believe.
There is always someone caring.
There is always someone who knows.
There is me my little darling.
Who cares wherever you go.
Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.
So, tonight, in your dreams, my loved one:
Be sheltered in the love
Of all of those who love you
Both here and up above.
Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.
I will wait for you forever.
Our love was meant to be.
I love you so much darling
That I will always let you be.
Your freedom is my gift to you.
Your laughter yours to me.
So in the twilight of your life
You can come home to see
That I loved you since forever.
Forever, yours I’ll be.
Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.

Moonlight dancers

Moonlight dancers  Jim Warren

Mother and Father are Home

    As a little child I dreamed of the Day
    They would be together again after the Divorce.
    One Christmas, while visiting Father
    He asked me to call Mother.
    That was as close as I came to hearing them laugh together.
    Until now.

Now, they are home with the Master.
They are with the Creator of All.
They dance acrossed the moonlight
They sing among the stars.
I am so happy they are Home now.
Free of all the scares, the scars, and now in their Sacred
Place…..I am very happy for them.
But, sometimes, I just want to touch their face.
So, I do.
I will serve with more determination.
I will tell the story of your love.
I will do this all in His name.
Till I see you in the dream garden.
Until I smell that sweet perfume
Of a Mother and a Father
Now in full Bloom.

I go among the stars.
I dance across the moonbeams.
I capture joy in the rain.
You know damn well I miss them.
I will walk through this pain.
I will live in the moment
Of their expanded dream.
I am rejoicing for their freedoms.
I am sad they had to go…
Before, I tell them one more time
I loved you so.
I do not miss your sorrows
All the pains that you went through.
You are my precious teachers.
I am wiser, stronger, and more loving
Because of you.

Could we meet tonight in the garden of Dreams
With the Master?
Can I please you just this one time?
Can I acknowledge that I picked you for my parents?
Can I say something open and freely
Can I tell you face-to-face?
That I love you my darling parents.
I am so glad you knew of the Master’s loving Grace.
Tonight, when we meet in the Dream garden
You will finally know.
That I love you.
I love you enough to let you go.
I will serve with more determination.
I will tell the story of your love.
I will do this all in His name.
Till I see you in the dream garden.
Until I smell that sweet perfume
Of a Mother and a Father
Now in full Bloom.

Go on with your Journey.
Go on with your rejoicing.
Be glad that you are Home.
I will see you in the moonlight.
I will see you in the stars.
I will hear your laughter in the voices of children
as they play.
I will live my life to honor you.
As I never have before.
I will bring you beauty in my thoughts
When I come to that far distant shore.
I will in that moment
When we have our next embrace
Be a reflection of your beauty
And that abiding Grace.
You were not perfect parents for the masses.
You were perfect parents for me.

I will serve with more determination.
I will tell the story of your love.
I will do this all in His name.
Till I see you in the dream garden.
Until I smell that sweet perfume
Of a Mother and a Father
Now in full Bloom.
You are orchids in His garden.
You were gardenias in mine.
I wonder in the raising of my parents
Did I show them a good Time?
Did I reflect their Beauty?
Did I show them the wisdom they imparted?
If not, then perhaps next lifetime
I will.

I will serve with more determination.
I will tell the story of your love.
I will do this all in His name.
Till I see you in the dream garden.
Until I smell that sweet perfume
Of a Mother and a Father
Now in full Bloom.

The Crone and the crow Revision July 2008

English: House Crow മലയാളം: പേനക്കാക്ക

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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.

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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.

How would you Know?

An Angel Feather Left Behind

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Unless

you have been held

in the arms of Angels


How would you know


How It felt


How It healed


How It quieted

a restless Soul


Unless you have been held

in the arms of Angels


How would you Know?

I could tell you

of my experience


Being held

 healed

made whole.


But unless you have

that blessing

for yourself


How would you know?