Holy Ground

“You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.”
― John O’DonohueAnam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

holy ground

way past the asteroids
in realms where dreams explore,
creativity takes me,
out to holy shores

entwined in the magnificence
of a celestial glow,
in cosmic revelations
i participate in the show

when my timid voice falters
in caliginous space,
radiant light will lead me
back to love’s embrace

the wildness of this reverie
has a magical form,
in beauty and in holiness
way beyond the norm

so even when shadows
threaten to terrify,
darkness grows familiar,
my soul is glorified

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The Eye of the Storm

Masses of birds can fly for miles within the eye of a hurricane, surrounded on all sides by powerful wind and thunderstorms, yet sheltered from them within the middle of the storm.
Flocks of birds showed up in radar images of Hurricane Irma’s eye, as the birds moved with the storm up the west coast of Florida.
the eye of the storm

the eye of the storm
is where i fly
on winged grace
in the azure sky

all around me
are chaotic streams
trying to pull me
to anxious extremes

safe and secure
in the arms of light
relinquishing
my innermost fight

guided by
a benevolent force
braced with love
to stay the course

relocated to
fragrant fields
faith and mercy
my eternal shield

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Groundless

“When we resist change, it’s called suffering. But when we can completely let go and not struggle against it, when we can embrace the groundlessness of our situation and relax into it’s dynamic quality, that’s called enlightenment”
― Pema Chödrön,

groundlessness

i left the earth
to see the sun
and moon
from a different view

i was groundless
and defeated
and my apprehension
grew

the stars were out
my breath was mute
and time
became inert

i sanctioned
bitter wounds to heal,
that words
would cease to hurt

i blurted out
the damage
that had been
done to my soul

the catharsis
of immersed pain,
flung out
of control

in the
narratives
i’d created,
i understood my part

and in this timeless Universe, i cranked open my heart

it was a moment
when fear disrobed
and was exposed
to the light

portals
of awareness
unlocked,
and i knew
i’d be alright

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wanderer

“And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

travellers

my mind sounds
like a railway station
when thoughts are
out loud

solo journeys that have no ending
i’m wading through the crowd

always stopping to contemplate
which way i should go

other times rapidly fleeing
trying to resist the flow

a wanderer in a boundless Universe
i’m still silently seeking

sometimes there’s solace in just being here
a state of soundless dreaming

i’ve searched for the place inside myself
where light is plain to see

and asked for help to stay the course
to this sacred sanctuary

Gone but not forgotten

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
― Kahlil Gibran

gone but not forgotten

an empty house
the walls can’t speak,
nights are quiet,
floor boards
don’t creak

tapestries of remembrance
flood my dreams,
faint sounds
still live
in
bygone routines

scenes
where shadows
tussle with my heart,
a presence gone,
i’m
fallen apart

just drifting on a lonely cloud,
calling out,
my feelings
aloud

your name
is whispered
under my breath,
without you,
i appear bereft

hoping this is
just a dream,
i awake
to find
grief’s extremes

tears fall
softly on my bed,
i’m captured by
unhappy
dread

in the reality
of what this means,
i still search
for you
in gossamer beams

i’ll face the day
to celebrate your life,
you were
on loan to us
for just a while

slipstreams

“Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi

slipstream

in the slipstream
of belonging
i was attracted to truth,
i let forces take me
from the seclusion
of my youth

in this blissful
community
like birds on a wing,
an all embracing presence
that made my
heart sing

i was assisted in knowing
my place
in the crowd,
formations of a body
where everyone’s
allowed

a natural magnetism
of souls lifted high,
no need
for explanation
just grace
intensified

slipstreams can be found
in welcoming
neighborhoods,
no credentials required
to partake
in what’s good

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Shooting star

“You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.”
― Nikita Gill

shooting star 2
she was born inside the cosmic sea
with angelic host for company
and light beams played in the air
abundance flowed everywhere

in luminous temples where she knelt,
her affinity with miracles dwelt
love songs whispered on the breeze
in dulcet tones of imagery

the time came to leave this shrine
joy and sorrow were entwined
to fall to earth where mortals play
her inferno was a bright array

so when you see a shooting star
just make a wish where you are
and remember, each being is known to fall
that heavenly fragments may be recalled

*photo courtesy of Pixabay

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