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“I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.”
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day

My mother nurtured me
from the harshness
of the world,
absorbing me
into the soft flesh
of her bosom
So much tenderness
I consented to her love,
Yet unprepared
I was eaten alive
by wolves
when I first ventured out…
Perhaps she herself
had not anticipated
such heartlessness
in the world… 


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In the gloaming…

In the gloaming
of euphoric sights,
the ocean
coaxed us
this holy night,
and stars appeared
to join the chorus,
a celebration
of light implored us,
to be the best
that we could be,
not shadowed by
and as we gazed
into the mirage
of time
we felt a shifting paradigm..

Songs of love
were all we knew,
in the ambience
of balmy views…


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Graceful intention…

“However, love is not a feeling. Love can be felt, but it is not a feeling. Love is a frequency. It is the action of God expressing himself through you as love.”
― Paul Selig, I Am the Word: A Guide to the Consciousness of Man’s Self in a Transitioning Time

I asked my God why he sent me here,
what he sent me here to do?
his voice came back as a whisper
as gentle as morning dew…

he spoke of love’s expression,
at the heart of my desires,
a warm and fuzzy feeling
a kindling
a fire…

he urged me not to grow weary
of doing good,
the reward may not be seen
or even understood…

“the road is paved with obstacles,
paths overgrown,
stand your ground dear one,
for you are not alone…

find the inner voice
that resides in silence,
listen with integrity
to faith, hope
and guidance…
there is much more to this world
than is seen with human eyes,
allow this knowing
to gradually materialize…

I installed in you a guidance system,
powered by love,
measure things
weigh your thoughts,
but always be desirous of
a heart tempered with mercy
in a frequency of light,
treat each human with dignity,
no matter their plight…

judgment can ruin the friendship
of other beliefs,
so listen between the lines
as your togetherness speaks…

I have given you a survival kit
on this journey of life,
baptize yourself in nature,
she will assuage your inmost strife…

Your prayers and supplications
are caught on the breeze,
absorbed by the elements
they flow through me with ease.
I’ve sheltered you with blue skies,
surrounded you in forests,
appointed you a guardian
to fulfill a sacred promise…

a courageous heart is possible,
sometimes birthed in pain,
please tell other mortals
that they too
are ordained…
to be ambassadors of love,
made in an image divine,
a wondrous celebration
a glorious design…

Allow words to fall tenderly
on every living thing,
teach them the dance,
and remind them how to sing….

Let your breath be of kindness,
unity and peace,
as you blossom with forgiveness
your joy will be increased.

It’s really about love,
that is all you have to do,
with graceful intention
love will see you through”…


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The Absolute…

“Beyond the known, beyond the sung, beyond the tone, there is only one thing, the Absolute that is always present, the nameless that exists beyond the known as infinity.”
― Paul Selig, Beyond the Known: Realization: A Channeled Texts

It was so far from love
that we had fallen,
into oceans of collective fear,
drowning in foreboding, faith would not adhere,
and the light of love outshines, even the darkest of nights
in prayerful contemplation,
a reclamation of our sight,
transcendent beings arisen, holding back the tides
one in perfect union, existing beyond time…


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sacred encounters…

in the breath of love, there’s a stillness of being
a fragrant acquaintance
of joy revealed…

there’s a softness on the edges of all our despair
coverings of grace
forgiving prayers…

there’s a meeting of mercy
kindness that connects
sacred encounters
we never forget…


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Walk me home beloved…

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

Walk me home beloved,
through fields of wild flowers,
singing songs of freedom
bring your super-powers…

Hold my hand when I’m weary,
listen to my voice,
let’s meander through the valleys and dispel the blaring noise…

Walk me home beloved
and I will walk you too,
through wild imaginations
and skies of azure blue..

be my companion, when the stars are on display,
let’s gently rediscover the path of a better way..

Walk with me in truth
let silence be our guide,
into unknown landscapes
with favor by our side…
we’ll stretch out the canvas
of a higher view,
and gather other seekers who hold to what is true…

Walk me home beloved
when nights are fearsome and dark,
be my reassurance even when I miss the mark…

Be my homing pigeon, sleeping on the wing,
let’s believe together
in an everlasting-Spring…

Know that love will find us, wherever we go,
in joyous celebration
as grace puts on her show…

Walk me home beloved through indestructible worlds,
in-spite of grave concerns…


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Our wedding with eternity…

It was a warm day three years ago, it started off like any other. The only difference was a sweet robin tapped on my bedroom window early in the morning. I thought it strange, he hadn’t done that before.

I remember the exact moment when we got the call in the early afternoon. After I heard the words “he’s gone” I began to feel everything spin around me really fast like a supernova, then my whole body and mind went completely numb. We had visitors at the time, a kind man and his son, I don’t know what they saw or what I looked like, I’ve never asked, they were probably as shell-shocked as I was.

There’s a kind of knowing and a disbelief at the same time, when a loved one dies…

Then a stillness fell and all movement ceased, I couldn’t hear the birds or see the sky anymore, though I knew it was blue, not a breath of air stirred. I think the birds were honoring the moment. I lay on the floor in my bedroom hidden behind the bed and I told God over and over that I didn’t hate him. Something in me knew that I had a capacity for bitterness, but that day it dissolved completely. I have not been angry with God one day since my Stevie passed and I can’t explain why. Perhaps words are more powerful than we think.

It was an incredibly long day, the kind that seems to have no end and all around there was movement and goings on, people still living their lives, but in the numbness, I felt no movement at all. You know that saying, the world stood still, well that’s how it felt.

When I think back, I knew I was completely surrounded. I felt like I was being gently held in another dimension of time, like God was closer than my skin. The pain lay in the pit of my stomach like a heavy rock and I gave in to it. I was light and heavy at the same time.

When Pete phoned my brothers and sister, I could hear his voice in the distance as each time he broke down. I blocked my ears; the pain was just too much.

Like a zombie going through the motions I knew I had to get to my eldest son in Port Elizabeth, so I started packing a case. I didn’t even know what I was doing, or what I was putting in the case, I just knew we had to go.

I had seen Steve the day before, he had been with us for 6 weeks recovering from a broken heal. I waved him goodbye never for a minute thinking it would be my last sighting of him on this earth plain.

On looking back now, it doesn’t hurt as much, the pain has softened somewhat. I have been on an incredible journey since that day, I’ve been awoken to unimaginable sights and wonders. Don’t get me wrong, I have cried rivers of tears, I have spoken out my regrets and my terrible sadness, but I have never questioned why God took him. Something in me knew that he had done his work here on earth and it was his time to return to the light.

That night I looked up at the night sky hoping to catch a glimpse of my crazy diamond. You see when a child changes worlds a part of you goes with them and you forever search for signs of them, I think it’s quite natural.

The day that my Stevie went to live with God is etched forever into my memory with a mixture of intense love and pain. If I knew that I was separated from him it would feel much worse. It almost felt as though he was with me in the form we take when we die, along with the host of heaven, so alive that he touched me with his magical powers.

I know him so well, his heart of compassion lives on in so many of us. He would want me to say that he wasn’t always perfect, he was deeply flawed but he had a great capacity for love, even more so now. Perhaps those of us who are broken wide open see things others don’t, we feel deeply. If we allow the mystical nature of ourselves to come alive within us, we will understand that love can never die!

Rumi says that “death is our wedding with eternity” and I believe it. I will celebrate my Stevie forever until we are together in eternity, and then even more!

to be continued…


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It’s always flowing…

“This love is actually part of you; it is always flowing through you. It’s like the subatomic texture of the universe, the dark matter that connects everything. When you tune in to that flow, you will feel it in your own heart—not your physical heart or your emotional heart, but your spiritual heart, the place you point to in your chest when you say, “I am.”
― Ram Dass, Be Here Now

I’ve been imprinted
by a love,
more beautiful than this,

in fields
of wildflowers
I was tenderly

by the sweetness
of fresh morning dew,
I found
my bearings
in a pleasant

and love’s ambrosia
poured out over me,
in holy
from the earth’s treasury…

helping me thrive,
into love’s cosmic ocean
I joyfully dive…