Archive | July, 2012

Soul Journey

17 Jul

Souls fly around us all the time. They coast on the wind as if waiting for their place to land. Maybe that’s how we begin…

I believe that as God exhales, our soul gently floats upon His breath. It falls gently, like a feather in a warm summer breeze. As it lands, it envelopes the senses, takes space—and at that moment—we have the option to begin or to move on.

Our earthly time is short in universal definition. We have much to learn with just the right amount of life energy to do it. We are equipped with the essential knowingness that is needed to fulfill our soul’s lessons. This means that this time is meant for spiritual focus, a quiet mind and a life that is free of insanity to hear His words during our soul journey.

Somewhere along the way, we discover what nature does best (this is God’s test). How it cleans its edges, clears its debris and minimizes its clutter. We begin to see purpose in this. We learn how to minimize our clutter, clean out our minds and remove our ego. Space which is occupied but has no purpose is wasted Godlight and energy. Though, through this purging comes wisdom. Perhaps enough to impart on those that surround us. Nonetheless, it is the wisdom gained of our life experience that lifts us back into the eternal abyss—as God inhales and brings us back home.

 

For Susan

4 Jul

Oh wandering soul

I send you with the wind

The sun on your face

As your journey begins.

 

May the Light within thee

Be your guide, take heed

And feel the moon’s tide.

 

Through sunsets and sunrises

Each rise and fall.

Forget us not,

This journey—its toll.

 

May the Light within thee

Be your guide, take heed

And feel the moon’s tide.

 

Lessons surround,

Each place we go.

Only Creator knows

each act of the show!

 

May the Light within thee

Be your guide, take heed

And feel the moon’s tide.

 

But if handled with grace

and triumph without ego-

We soar the Earth

and fly like an eagle.

 

May the Light within thee

Be your guide, take heed

And feel the moon’s tide.

 

These gifts—I wish

Upon your table.

You, Creator

And the Eagle

 

May the Light within thee

Be your guide, take heed

And feel the moon’s tide.

 

Take His gifts

He offers so plenty

And be on your way

My Dear Sweet Auntie.

Trees

1 Jul

All the grains
of wood cannot tell,
what we all think it shall. How the river
has moved—some years near—some years far—
How the feathered and furry ones who hid in these woods—
have lived so well! Yet we count its rings—in pursuit of its truth.
We know when fires occurred, and drought years too. We claim to know its battles with disease and insect—and judge its strength and quality by rules of how we inspect. But trust me when I say this: A tree is much, much more—A gift. Often a lone being, standing silent and strong, watching life rush by as it listens to nature’s song. We miss so much, I’m afraid— by our own ego nonsense and ways.
Who can stand quiet, and watch
a stream move
its boundaries?
Watch as frogs
and flies find
new territories?
Maybe this year,
someone will make
their home deep
inside it’s sheltering
crown. A deer may
rest within its shade,
hidden from danger—
Man I’m afraid.
A tree provides
much more than
we know, they must,
or why would nature
depend on them so?
A tree is the most
important of all—
without it we would
certainly stumble and fall. Let’s not forget our true worth,
we were the last to come
on this great experiment:
Earth.