"My Soul" Poem

Photo: "Out of Earth" by Brook Shaden

Ocean of still water

Bottomless 

Birthless and deathless 

The presence of Now…

I dip myself into it

Wrapped in living warmth

My mouth sings Truths 

Rising from my belly like bubbles

bursting onto the surface 

Is every right thing

I always knew.

The holy spirit

Is ancient music

Breathing secrets into my skin

An inaudible volume 

Shaking me at the cusp

Unleashing every ghost…

I free fall into soft, giant hands

No matter how far I wander

In an instant I am in the lap

of God.

Returning

"Embrace"

by Jia Lu 

Your presence is soft

it offends no one

with the tenderness of a child

Your smile touches my whole being

mind 

body

soul

Your love song gently pleads

that I come down to where you can reach me 

the journey is instant 

tears confirm

a baptism has swept over me

I stand clean

and simple

before you

One with my soul's substance

One with the presence from which all things come

Towering Spirits Lifted Me

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Right on the heels of a wonderful meditation, I received a horrifying phone call. In a panicked voice, the man on the other end stated that my childhood horse of 23 years had gone deaf and blind over night. I scrambled to get dressed in the warmest clothes I could find. I experienced the forty-five minute drive to the stables in slow motion, wrestling with the disbelief and unmanageable hysteria that was bubbling up inside. 

When I finally leapt out of my car, I laid eyes on my horse, Shadow, and was smacked with the overwhelming force of what was happening. I knew immediately that it was over. He was fearfully stumbling and sliding his way around a counter clockwise circle in a muddy pen, disoriented and lost. I could tell that he could sense a person had arrived and tried to find me, but could not. I reached out my hand to his nose as he passed, hoping he would recognize my touch, hoping that I could reach out and stop this sudden, brutal reality from continuing to spin out of control. I hoped that I could comfort him, but he started back suddenly the second he felt me. With all of his defenses up and engulfed by fear, his terror was so intense that it sat on the surface of his skin. I shrank back helplessly, knowing I could not comfort him or fix the situation, and anything I tried to do would likely amplify his fear and feelings of disorientation. 

Without a human soul around, desperate and bleary eyed I stumbled like a lost child over to a large, fuzzy, chocolate brown horse. I threw my arms around his thick neck and sobbed into his this winter coat. 

Too wounded to be concerned with the consequences of throwing myself at this strange animal, I continued to cry, lost in the trauma of what was happening. As I began to regain a sense for my surroundings I noticed the warmth of other horses around me. To my amazement, two additional horses had arrived. 

With their warm, gentle, towering spirits, all together, they comforted me. The oldest one with the gravity of her wisdom, the big one with his calm, towering spirit and the youngest one with its tenderness, innocence and playfulness. He nuzzled my face and ears and after a while even got me to laugh by playfully tugging the hood of my coat with its teeth. 

Of all the comfort others have lovingly offered me as I have forged through the shock and grief of losing my horse, those horses touched me in the most profound way. 

“Be, as water is, without friction. Flow around the edges of those within your path. Surround within your ever-moving depths those who come to rest there—enfold them, while never for a moment holding on. Accept whatever distance others are moved within your flow. Be with them gently as far as they allow your strength to take them, and fill with your own being the remaining space when they are left behind. When dropping down life’s rapids, froth and bubble into fragments if you must, knowing that the one of you, now many, will just as many times be one again. And when you’ve gone as far as you can go, quietly await your next beginning.”

Rev. Dr. Noel Frederick McInnis
Science of Mind Magazine Daily Guide for Feb 27th, 2013

Within the Infinity of Endless Love

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Holy spirit

I welcome your cheerful Light,

The Light that warms and gently restores All.

I let it spread to every part of my being 

Body and Soul

Like springtime after a dark and strenuous winter, 

Healing All.

Within the Infinity 

of your Endless Love

I dwell 

Never thirsty 

and Never Cold. 

Spirit Is...

"Rise of the Divine Feminine" 

Painting by Jaison Cianelli

Spirit is Light

Spirit is Love

Spirit is Life

Spirit is Pure

Spirit is Joy

Spirit is Peace

Spirit is Hope

Spirit is ALIVE

Spirit is Creative

Spirit is Powerful 

Spirit is Unique 

Spirit is New Ideas

Spirit is New Perspectives 

Spirit is New Solutions to Old Problems 

Spirit is Always Changing

Spirit is Fresh

Spirit is Mysterious 

Spirit is Most Concerned with Others Best Interests

Spirit is Enthusiastic 

Spirit is Inventive 

Spirit is Balanced

Spirit Does Not Judge

Spirit is Gentleness

Spirit is Boundaries

Spirit is the High Road

Spirit is Choosing to See the Best in Others

Spirit Never Gives Up

Spirit Keeps no Record of Wrongs

Spirit is Present Tense

Spirit is Generous

Spirit is Grateful

Spirit is Healing 

Spirit is Unafraid 

Spirit is Confident 

Spirit is Infinite

Sublime Light Poem

"Secret Rapture"

by A. Andrew Gonzalez

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Sublime Light

The light blossoms and circulates 

Falling tenderly as a lover's kiss

Wherever it touches

A dancer is born

Arms outstretched 

Orchestras trace each movement 

Every color vibrates with the beating of a thousand wings 

Contentment and peace are sheets of silk 

Falling softly about 

Brushing every surface

Enchanting each thought

In this place

There are no wolves 

There are no dark enigmas

The gentle radiance is a shaman that explains all 

With its simple presence alone 

Poem "Ocean"

Ocean

There is an ocean that rises within

Like an orchestra from a conductor's baton 

Filled with soft fingers of light

That comb my being with ethereal music

As it swells 

A hush falls over every internal fretful child 

That confided its cries in the night

My eyes become clear and I realize 

Each looming phantom was always an old friend

In a flowing, gossamer gown 

Asking me to tea

Poem "Aurora"

 Photo is Ellie Goulding's Album Cover "Bright Lights" 

Aurora 

The sun peeks over a sleepy horizon

Trees rouse and reach their bare fingers 

Towards a single, flickering angel 

The ecstatic shift shakes the furrowed ground 

Rattling seeds with the vibration of sudden Life

Frozen rivers exhale the disease of stagnation 

While an emanating pulse fractures the gray 

All shadows scamper like guilty dogs disappearing into the light

A vivid bird sheers the silence with its anthem, commencing all that breathes 

Each bone and thought realigns without effort 

And begins to speak simple poetry 

The pipe organ declares an ancient song

Summoning the original stories from the belly of the earth

Dawn rises in the eye of the weary traveler 

Infinity sprouts in the bones of the mortal 

And all becomes animated 

Ablaze with defiant, sublime magic 

Remembering knowledge as one remembers color 

True North

is a song that shakes the dust from the lips of the lost