Reflections – dedicated to Jafar Mazaheri

img_15662Photo Sonny Galea           “Reflections”       Jasper National Park

I see


stumbling blocks.

I find my way

Into that cool

Lake  of Love.

Languishing there

I take in

the cool mountain air.

I visualize it as the breath of God.

Renewing me.

Recovering me.

Rejuvenating me.

I discover


I discover

Stepping stones

calm acceptance.


of all

Gifts .

Everything leads


the Mountain of God.

I see


I was created in His image.

Everything is

A reflection of

my own beauty.

Memories of stumbling blocks

no longer exist.

I am a reflection of

the Beauty of God.

Come jump into the healing waters of love.


The movies

In the past fifteen years I have seen three movies:

Titanic, Horton hears a Who and Benjamin Button.

So I am at a loss to express my deep gratitude

 and spiritual awakening

After the viewing of Benjamin Button.

For me, it was excellantly crafted, cut from the cloth of the robe of God.

It moved me.

It shook me.

It helped me heal.

I faced my grief, my anger and my joy

to only have it cascading in on me,

as profound sadness and elation again in the next scene.

(I was to be a ballerina this lifetime….fate had other plans.

By the time I was 8 years old I weighed eighty pounds

and looked like a full back on the men’s football team.)

So a movie about the dance and the dance of life

Will challenge me to ever

 take its memory from me as

the best movie of my life.

I saw Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid thirteen times.

I only want a percentage of the royalties

I will generate by enrolling

all my friends into the viewing

and partaking of this moveable visual feast.

Oh my goodness, I feel drained and inspired all in one breathe.

The “emotional roll in the hay of my life experiences” expressed in this movie

Has left me quite for a loss of expression, except perhaps:

For me, it was excellantly crafted, cut from the cloth of the robe of God.

I will honour Thee


Photo by Sonny Galea   Wild Wilderness Photography      Jasper National Park

I will honour Thee

with a smile to my beloved family

across the breakfast table.

I will honour Thee

with kind words across the street.

I will honour Thee

by acknowledging where I walk

is sacred ground.

I will honour Thee

by doing, being, seeing and knowing

all of your Love

Is with me,

within me and all around.

I will honour Thee

by being part of the Light and Sound.

I will honour Thee

by being of  service,

love and laughter through each moment.

I will honour Thee

by being that

which you have created me to be.

Service is the Silence


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.

The Homeless Outcast


 He slept where he stopped.

He never owned a car.

He carried no identification

He did not have hospital coverage.

He had no political affiliation.

He was clothed unlike others.
He ran with a pack.

He did not shave.
Never operated a computer.

Never carried a cell phone

His hair was long.

He did not have a place to live.

He was not employed.
He was clothed unlike others.
He moved around alot.
He was  ‘not to be trusted’.
He was not  ‘one of us.’
A loner.

Many said he had delusions of grandeur.

He really never fitted it.
He was disruptive.
He gathered crowds.
He spoke loud.
He lost his temper.

“Why would  we allow  this man on our streets?

Can’t the “city father’s ” do something about this?

This should not be allowed on our streets you say?

This is not to be tolerated by hard-working tax -payers.

Homelessness you say…too big a burden.

It is not my concern.

He was probably always a  no one.”


Would you take the time  to know him?.

Would you like to know what he is up to?

Would you like to know what he has to say?

He is someone’s son.
He is someone’s friend.
He is someone’s brother.
He matters to them.


Would you like to know his name?

His name is Jesus.


Would we crucify him the way we just did
This  homeless man ?

You never know behind whose eyes
The Master is hiding.

Good gracious, look at the time

Good gracious, look at the time.

Look at the season, look at the rhyme.

There are times in the year when my life seems out of tune…

But, not right now, as the holidays are  either here or  coming soon.

I have moments of discovery when I toss my head and rejoice.

I have moments full of pain and doubt when I cannot find my Voice.

I forget my spiritual exercises when I am all tied up in my rut.

I forget to be grateful and I am unsure sitting on my butt.

Then comes this time of great renewal the Eckankar New Year…

I fill my boots with joy and love.

I toss my head and laugh.

I learn to re-live in the moment.

I learn to be my own epitaph

I long to be a livng reminder of the love that is given me.

To be a mirror of your beauty “from sea to shining sea”.

I want to walk again in the forests of all the worlds I know.

I long to sit here and tell you but my dear I have to go.

Good gracious, look at the time

I am off to be living poetry:

To spare that traveler a dime,

To give that couple struggling a little bit of joy,

To give a hug to the stranger,

To give love without alloy.

I long to sit and look in your eyes and go to the majestic place.

But I will instead grab my coat and lunch bucket and get back into the race.

Good gracious, look at the time…

I need to go to work and serve

To live this life sublime.