"New spices have arrived from mysterious lands," they call out.
In your kitchen, dear Beloved, we need no magic powders.
The depth of friendship and the Light of your heart, is our true feast!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Falling Bird
The golden one falls through the clouds. Tossed by invisible waves.
Pushing by force of will to the mountain perch only he can see.
Unfolding those giant wings, the sun ignites his soul.
Falling into the Divine purpose, he is carried aloft to guide our heart's quest.
Friday, January 14, 2011
The Shy Guardian
You stand again at the sanctuary gate.
"No more 'trail of tears,'" you affirm.
Hearing deep in every bone, the old songs.
Reflected in the sea's foam and the stars' delight.
"No more 'trail of tears,'" you affirm.
Hearing deep in every bone, the old songs.
Reflected in the sea's foam and the stars' delight.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
One Dolphin Prepares for the Swim
The dolphins sing in the star-night sky.
Awaiting their lover-moon's return.
One remains silent.
Saving her power for the long swim ahead.
She knows her light is the star waiting
beyond that moon.
She holds its light for our joy.
Awaiting their lover-moon's return.
One remains silent.
Saving her power for the long swim ahead.
She knows her light is the star waiting
beyond that moon.
She holds its light for our joy.
The Potter's Hands
The potter kneads the resisting clay.
"Why do you push me so?"
"Be still," the artist whispers.
"Under your flesh runs a deep current."
Our work is to bring this river to its love:
The dancing moon and stars.
"Why do you push me so?"
"Be still," the artist whispers.
"Under your flesh runs a deep current."
Our work is to bring this river to its love:
The dancing moon and stars.
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