Laughter at the Shelter

A few months ago my life was helter skelter

Now, I rejoice, in the laughter at the shelter.

There is never a problem that one of us has not been through.

There is always joy and understanding even when skies are not blue.

We have our own experiences.

We have compassion in the pain.

But, now,  I am at home in the Shelter

I am learning to dance in the rain.

I have a family.

I am home.

((Which for a homeless person is everything one could ever dream about))

I have a place in the sun with a loving family of that there is no doubt.

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My Ticket Home

When faced with an illness

An accident

A fall

I rejoice

Asking

“Is this my ticket home?

Am I about to answer the call?”

The wise one who teaches me

Answers with a kind laugh in his voice…

“You are already Home.”

Acceptance dances as one with  Soul.

I delight in this moment.

I know I am Home.

I truly rejoice.

I am whole.

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.

Mother Answers

Yes, my darling children
I know what you are going through
Mum and Pup broke my heart
when death’s door they walked to.
I lost my brothers and sisters.
I lost my friends and my babies too.
Know my dear children
Heaven is where and what you make it
you do not have to wait till the other side.
Enjoy the laughter.
Enjoy the love.
Enjoy the tears.
Make your daily meditation
an act of dedication.
Let your love for me
Show in all you do.
That is the best way
For your kindness to show
That is the best way for me
To know that you listened
When I told you
Dedicate your love, life and laughter
To the Master.
That is what I want you to do.
That will be the best reflection
of all the love that has been given you.
I bathed in the Ocean
Filled with Love and Mercy.
I basked in the Master’s sweet Grace.
You love and forgiveness
have helped my healing
as I enjoy Spirit’s sweet embrace.
Your love is my Lightness.
Your forgiveness my crown.
Your kind actions to others
my beautiful gown.
Go on with your mission.
Be your own best friend.
Do as I told you
“Dedicate your life and your
actions to the Master.
Do all in His name.
That is the best reflection
of the love that has been given you.
I will always love you.
The Master is always with you.
Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’
It is because I told you so.”
I am not gone from you Heart
Dear Ones.
My love comes to you on the Breeze.
Remember, in your morning meditation
Do all you can to ease
The pain of the downcast
The sorrow of the homeless
The hunger of those still searching
The anger of the frightened ones
Still lost in the fog.
Be of service to the servers.
Be a friend to the friendless.
Embrace the un-embraceable.
Endeavor to forgive the unforgivable.
You can love the actor and not the actions.
“Dedicate your life and your
actions to the Master.
Do all in His name.
That is the best reflection
of the love that has been given you.
I will always love you.
The Master is always with you.
Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’
It is because I told you so.”

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

Song of the Virgin Maid.

I must go down to the sea, the Ocean
To the river
To the lake or a pond
I want to immerse myself in its cleansing.
I want to float in it all day long.

I want to be sustained
I want to be in love again.
I want to be re-connected to life.
I want the moments of holding you close.
I want to be your wife.

I want to re-connect with myself.
To take me out on a date.
I want to give me the best I can.
I want to be my own wife.

Gosh, I can hardly wait.

I must go down to the sea
To the river
To the lake or a pond
I want to immerse myself in its cleansing.
I want to float in it all day long.

I want to keep my heart open.
I want my heart to sing.
I want to jump in that wonderful
Ocean filled with Love and Mercy.
I want to hear my own name.

I want to see the Master.
I want to hear His Voice.
I want to be in His Service.
I want my life to Rejoice.

I must go down to the sea
To the river
To the lake or a pond
I want to immerse myself in its cleansing.
I want to float in it all day long.

I want to hear my own name.

I want the knowledges of the ages
That flowed on bended knee
I want the Master, the Creator
I want His Love to flow through me.

I want to keep my heart open.
I want my heart to sing.
I want to jump in that wonderful
Ocean filled with Love and Mercy.
I want to hear my own name.

I must go down to the sea
To the river
To the lake or a pond
I want to immerse myself in its cleansing.
I want to float in it all day long.

How can I put Heart in it?

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The Urn Burns (All Souls Procession)
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How can I put “heart” in it
When my heart is broken
From saying too many good-byes.


Some folks were wrenched from me.
Some were adopted out.
Some moved away.
Some forced themselves out of my realm
By their actions, abuses and scorn.


When I get past the anger
Will I just then quietly mourn?
Or will I take the high road
Basking in the bliss
Of knowing those who have translated
Are now safe at Home?


Can I be forgiving
Of those so full of scorn
Knowing that they “know not what they do”
Their friendship I no longer will mourn


Why am I so willing
To turn the other cheek
When I want to rip their guts out
For the harmful words they speak.


When do I know the “Is-ness”?
Am I living in the “now”?
How do I put my heart in it
When my heart is full of pain?


How long do I have to wear
Clothes when I want to dance in the rain?
I think I will jump the time-track
Collect my laughter, joy and peace
Release all this emotion
Of sorrow and pain
To give me the energy to make baby quilts again.


Soul is not is this sorrow
It is just the emotional self
So I perceive, dear Master,
I can choose to put this
Mind stuff on the shelf.


My Elders are with you now.
It is natural to feel alone.
I only need to focus
Keep my eyes on
The Purpose
The Goal
Sit and do nothing.
Bask on the Heavenly Throne
Let Spirit have the control.


I need to be in the moment
I need the Is-ness of now.
I want to be without an agenda
But I really don’t know how.
To live in the love and the mercy
To bask in knowingness NOW.


Grief is part of living.
Letting go is all I must do.
Acknowledge that life
Is just a series of lessons
That all things are a gift.


I can reach out to another
Who is still stuck in the fog.
I can be a ‘server to those whose serve’
Knowing that I, also, am one.
I can and will reconnect with life
I can live in the Heart of the Master
When my heart is too full of pain.
I can release the morass and the dross
I can be whole again.

Service is the key.
Giving love in all my actions.
Dedication in all I do.
Being mindful of another
Will help me see it through.


Thanks for this talk dear Master.
I am blessed to hear your Voice.
I can laugh through the tears
I can run through the years,
As long as I am listening to your Voice.


Let me always be listening
To the Sound of the Rain
Of Spirit as It washes over me
Making me whole again.


May I always be in the Spirit of the Fire.
May the Flames purify me.
May I serve with Desire.
May I give this day my Intention
To be all that I can be
Then I can put my Heart in It.
Then Soul can be truly free.

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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.

Cape Crow
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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.