A sacred celebration…

“We’re all just walking each other home.”
― Ram Dass

carols by candlelight

There’s a field of love around us,
an energetic pull…
a momentous feeling,
of grace alive
in full…

Angels cry holy
and anthems can be heard,
in sacred celebration
of consciousness
in the world…

A wave of joy greets us,
the unseen
appears,
a mystical awakening
it’s music to our ears…

And we dance
to the silence,
singing in between,
despite all our brokenness,
kindness intervenes…

the enlivenment
of our senses,
a glorious shift,
a divine intervention,
an incarnate gift…

It’s the call
to remember
from whence
we have come,
earthbound for a moment
we coalesce
with the son…

Sentient beings
among us
breaking
the silence,
speaking out truth,
with love and grace
to guide us…

Something real…

simple christmas

The tinsel decorations have been put aside,
tiny Santa’s,
and golden baubles

now
gather dust in forlorn boxes…

The meaning has been questioned,
over and over
,
played out
and misunderstood…

If it does not taste of Love it has no flavor…

Symbolically,
all she wanted was simplicity,
just a few lights,

and the
soft glow
of something real…

Side-effects…

And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window
and the ghost of loss gets into you, may a flock of colors,
indigo, red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

a meadow of delight

the script
has written me
in other lands,
where the weight
of loss
makes the heart ♡ expand…
and love’s blessings ricochet,
and move
and dance…and elevate…
in crimson auras
on cloudless days,
it’s a side-effect
of divine praise…

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Imprinted…

“Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.”― Rumi

love and wildflowers

i’m imprinted with a love
more precious
than this,
in fields of wildflowers
i was tenderly kissed…

and bedazzled
by the ambiance
of sweet morning dew,
finding my bearings
in a charming
rendevous…

letting love’s ambrosia wash over me,
with breath-taking consent
and inborn reveries…

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The light gets in…

“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”
― Leonard Cohen

the light gets in

charting aspects
of what it means
to be alive,
visiting the sites
where I barely
survived… praying my heart
will translate
the pain,
broken open
and shattered again…
my soul
laid bare
in tattered praise,
I’m grateful for the love that stayed…

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The Altar of heaven…

“And think not you can direct the course of love,
for love, if it finds you worthy. directs your course.”
― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

blue butterflies

In unrehearsed moments
when the call came
and the earth’s vibration was in perfect harmony…
their souls reached out to the stars in blissful alignment…

standing before the altar of heaven…
with Time Lords
and indigo butterflies
in attendance,
the elements pardoned their impediments…
and so they spake their vows out loud
to an audience of angels
and light-filled beings…

distance had no agenda
as tree nymphs
whispered their agreement
through forests
and over great expanses of time
in atmospheres where love never fails…

joyous movement filled the air
with beings coalescing
in Elysium fields
of deep reflection…

They bequeathed divinity
in ceremonies
of lawful abode…
saturated by the abundance of nature
skywalkers danced
to a symphony of colored ether in luminous fusion…

they were standing in Eden…

image courtesy of PixaBay…
©Ally2019