Communion with the Divine

I decided to challenge myself to 24 hours without complaining!
communion with the divine

“If you knew who walked beside you at all times, on the path that you have chosen, you could never experience fear or doubt again.”
― Wayne W. Dyer

In my soul,
I found a place,
my heart knows
its resonance.
Embedded in
sacred atmosphere,
a love beyond
Stars will shine,
seas will surge,
and as long as there’s a pull
on the Earth,
I know I am alive
to fulfil the applause
of heaven.
Distilled by shades
of experience,
shadows make peace
with the night.
I’m immersed in tranquil
and delighted by
the moon’s soft glow.
Shaped in the image of glory
and sprinkled with
a little stardust.
I’m made
for communion
with the Divine.

Thinking out loud

If I didn’t love you, I could just walk away!

a family
Because loving can hurt
and it’s not easy,
I’m no extrovert!
I don’t say what I want,
though you won’t understand
that I’m broken inside,
and maybe
your love
just isn’t implied.
Though love can release
that cruel spell,
defiling my mind,
because somewhere in hell
a part of me lives
and I won’t survive,
if you don’t care.
I cannot revive
that magical feel
and I’m in despair,
because loving can hurt
and it’s not easy.
My heart is overt,
it’s attached to my sleeve
and I really care,
if you know what I mean?

Because it’s not easy
to be part of this tribe,
just a wretched
black sheep,
with deep scars inscribed
on my delicate skin.
Can you see past my tears,
where the heartache begins?
Because loving can hurt,
and it’s not easy
to say what I mean!

I keep the memories
locked away,
always afraid
of what I might say,
because you’re lives
are a success,
while I’m just a mess.
The shame of it,
crawls under my flesh
when doubt intrudes,
I feel so alone
harboring regrets,
because loving can hurt
and it’s partly pretense,
because you won’t understand
how deep is the ache,
in my feeble frame.
Is this a mistake
or is it okay
to say what I want?
I won’t go away
till I’ve overcome,
this egoic state.
I’ll rise in mirth
and try to relate.
Because loving can hurt.
Our blood is so thick.
So, say what you want…
I’m so over
this shit….


“If Light Is In Your Heart
You Will Find Your Way Home.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

In the sadness,
her embers became one
with the trees and the azure.
Her deliquescent form
merged with
the tangible universe.
Earth songs ushered her
into sacred belonging.
Sedated by
desolate darkness,
the moon’s soft glow
assuaged her disquiet.
Far from favor,
her pilgrimage
was to Zion.
Heavenly bodies summoned
her back to belief.
She was assimilated
by Divine reveries.