A poem from yesteryear...still fragrant!
A Glimpse Ahead~
A poem from yesteryear...still fragrant!
A poem from yesteryear...still fragrant!
via Lightness and Magic Are Real
Guidance for these times!
The deepest untruth has been to go down the road, so far, into the depths of matter that I forgot who you and I are!
This turning away from the lightness and magic of our unlimited nature is the deepest lie.
The deepest lie is being pulled into the claws of Maya, the Grand Illusionist, and believing that this body is center stage and that you and I, the living souls, are distant and removed, waiting in the wings somewhere.
For this I apologize, for forgetting how close we are to You~ How we truly are: incorporeal, unlimited, loveful, merciful, beyond the five senses, lost in love, creative, the ultimate magicians.
Let us hold hands and circle the globe in our minds with our love and benevolence. It can be done. It will be done. It is done. The world and our souls will be made new and…
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Sending You Love from Here!
July 19, 2006.
This was written at the end of “summer break” from school.
There is so much outer activity as a teacher, hence the gaps between these creative sparks!
Om Shanti…I can now say this to my former self of so many years gone by. It means: I AM A PEACEFUL SOUL. However on July 19, 2006 I was not aware of or in touch with the core of peace within I, the soul.
In fact, this is what I was writing: “drowning in sadness, images of loss have come loose in my being, spilling into everyday consciousness. Despondent, listless, where has my extreme positivity gone? Deep into the past where old mistakes, linger,unresolved…waiting for the new day to be liberated, freed, forgiven.
Overwhelmed by the process of the LIGHT filtering through the darkness, searching for a new way to address each day and to live the gift of…
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via What Would You Like to Find on the Tree of Life? What Are You Ready to Gift Yourself With?
via A Personal Message
For today and everyday~remembering!
5/25/2014
I am awake to the kindness of the ONE who teaches me everyday and who is healing my heart from any impurity. I, the soul, love purity, seek purity, and give pure feelings to others through my thoughts. I am in deep communion with the ONE on this magical day. I am awake to the ONE’S magic. The magic of a ready smile, the magic of a loving child, the magic of a pure and true heart, the magic of a flexible part. The magic of never being alone, the magic of flying home, the magic of belonging to ONE. The magic of listening, the magic of reaping, the magic of knowing all that I’ve been told is true. The magic the ONE holds for me and for you.
The ONE says: “All that I have is yours, but you must let go of all that you think of…
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via A Mystic Thought: I Do Not Seek to Know
Remembering before you had eyes to see and ears to hear!
Remember Peace.
As I wrote that I felt the Silence in the Heart and Soul of the World.
Being present with Self is the Key to Remember.
As I tune into the highest realm, far beyond this one,
I can hear my Self from the inside.
Grounded in who I really am,
In another avenue of thought,
I hear the breath of the eternal One who dwells there~
Soundless, profound, ever present.
This is the Peace that we all know from before we had eyes to see and ears to hear.
Remember. Just remember…
A poem is worth a thousand words!
This piece was written fifteen years ago during a time of deep self reflection. Honesty with self cleans the heart and the original clarity of the soul shines through.
I had just landed on the emerald isle of Kauai. Mama Kauai often requires new arrivals to her sacred shores to do their “due diligence” to clear and elevate their vibration.
This poem was written in response to the call to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.
“Decorated”
I’ve been decorated with old emotions, an outdated style of “rustic resentment”.
Old emotions draped low, cut on the bias of self-centered living.
No possibility of another point of view.
Newness entered slowly
Through the muted glass.
Treasures of beauty and peace hover patiently,
Waiting to be revealed to the parched Soul.
Will I hear You?
Will I see You as You are
While immersed in clouds of delusion?
Must…
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