Answers in the Wind

Dandelion wind

Dandelion wind (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

I am watching the

Clouds across the sky.

I am immersed in the wind blowing.

Feeling:

excited

unsettled

bewildered

bemused.

I have more than plenty blessings

I have more bounty and more abundance. 

I know this  feeling

The feeling that there is more.

More,  I could be learning.

More,  I could be doing.

More,  I could be loving.

Where is the service in my wee life?

Perhaps, it is in the moment of contemplation?

Perhaps, it is in the moment of listening to a child?

Perhaps, it is in this moment of divine discontent

When I want to do more that is worth while.

"Feeling the Mountains Energy" This ...

“Feeling the Mountains Energy” This photo is a photo of me, taken by me by using a timer and it was in the Cascade mountains, and was taken at night with the Full moon, A Magical Night it was! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Creator, here I am

*

Bending now on Soul’s knees.

I am listening to the breeze.

It blows so softly.

I long to sleep.

But I like the poet….Robert Frost *

” I, have miles to go before I sleep”.

There are so many lessons….

that I am not learning well….

there are other lessons that sear my heart to hell…

there are many moments

I would like to speak out for the fight….

but I am an aging listener….

keeping vigil in the night….

Creator of All, my Beloved Guide…

Why is this restlessness in which I abide…

What is this divine discontent which I feel inside?

 Where is the gratitude?

Where is the Joy?

How can I serve you..

When the longing to go Home is so strong?

Is that my mission to share the longing for Home?

 To share that the divine discontent is you calling me?

Creator, here I am.  

Take me, use me, let me serve  (warts and all).

Blossoming forth in spring

Malus sp.

Malus sp. (Photo credit: -NjuTIKA-)

es un almendro floreciendo

es un almendro floreciendo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Flowers of an apple tree (Malus) in m...

English: Flowers of an apple tree (Malus) in my garden. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Blossoming tree in Dronten.

English: Blossoming tree in Dronten. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Blossoming tree in Dronten.

English: Blossoming tree in Dronten. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How long has it been  since this winter of my divine discontent?

Where has the excitement and  ‘un-exhaled’  breath gone?

Upon awakening 

Blossoming in spring

I have lingering moments of sadness

A forgotten memory if you will.

Remembering the pain of the winter

When the learning was all uphill.

The nostalgia for the trauma and drama

Is not real.

Now that I am free

from the pain in this moment

Now that I am free

of the bondage of self

I can open my heart of hearts

I can laugh again.

I can feel.

I am truly blossoming in spring.

Now to dance the dance of mirth

as my hands go digging in the earth.

The joy of worship in the garden

will loosen the chains

will bring me pardon.

The mirror lies.

It does not see.

All the joys now hiding in me.

As I blossom forth in spring. 

Shelter after the snow

Pelican Nebula (Narrowband)

Pelican Nebula (Narrowband) (Photo credit: DJMcCrady)

North America and Pelican Nebulae (narrowband)
English: North America Nebula, as seen in Belg...

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North America and Pelican Nebulae (narrowband) (Photo credit: DJMcCrady)

I fail

fall deeper

into the snows

of the divine discontent.

I surrender

 give up.

My spirit struggles

in its desire

to know more,

to be more,

to serve more,

to love more.

I surrender

to the warmth

of the snow.

I struggle

no more.

The snow falls

 deeper

and deeper

into me

around me

through me

until 

I arrive

into the complete

utter 

void

I am now

in the shelter

of your love.  

I am home. 

Soul awakens….

Wind Cloud is here!

Wind / Clouds / Moon

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HU-a love song to God

I have slept deeply dreaming for a hundred thousand lifetimes…content in my divine discontent.

Then the miracle happened.

Soul heard the still small voice.

It was on the wind.

It was within me.

It was in every sound.

It flooded Soul.

Soul was safe.

Soul was home.

Soul was free.