Blossoms of Light

 

 

the miracle that we exist at all

sings out from every star

turning and turning and

turning in the arms

of the spiraling

light of

love

 

 I reach out and take the unseen

hand of tenderness and love

playing heavenly music

to the quivering beat

 of a pulsing heart

luring mine

into

a

 

 swirling dance across the sky

 as spinning galaxies send

shooting stars and

 silvery stardust

drifting to

light

the

 

mystical ballroom coming to

  life at midnight as lovers

dance until the soft

glowing colors of

dawn appear to

 guide them

  all home

again

 

to sleep in spinning dreams

and sing the stories of

 nocturnal journeys

into the secrets

of the beloved

within the

soul

 

 

Naomi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shower of Light

The intensity of the light

 is magnified by our awakening,

becoming more conscious

and developing awareness of ways

we can become more loving to each other.  

Visualize the streaming light of love

flowing to us here on earth,

and let its cleansing energy

surround and bathe you

 in its creative power.

 

Naomi

 

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Sea of the Beloved

                                  a morning swim in the sea of the beloved

                                   alignment with the mirror of the soul

          the empowering peace of pure love

       the sensuous light of the healing sun and earth

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‘Kindred Spirit’

Only Love is Eternal

 

 

 

~

 

Drawn into the  wilderness

 

of God

 

in the stillness and purity

 

of an inexpressible

 

Spirit,

 

my voice endlessly proclaims

 

the Love

 

that exists beyond

 

all the eyes can see

 

beyond all sound that falls

 

upon the ears,

 

beyond all the hands

 

can touch,

 

beyond the most exotic scent

 

of any blossom

 

ever known

 

on earth,

 

beyond the sweetest taste

 

that ever lingered

 

on the lips.

 

 

 

~

 

 In the sanctuary

 

of my soul

 

and in the pulsing life

 

that penetrates

 

the heart,

 

Love 

 

emanates an unseen radiance

 

 transforming the inner

 

universe of all

 

beingness.

 

~

Perfectly concealed in all silence,

 

perfectly revealed in the

  

center of all turning,

 

the matrix of life

 

exists eternally

 

creating

 

 

Love.

 

~

 

Naomi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She pondered all this in her heart

 And she pondered all this in her heart.

Mary was the wisest theologian. (She was the Mother of the Word ) Who is at once the Theology of God and of Men. God’s Truth entered so deeply into her life as to become Incarnate in her flesh. All Wisdom was centered in her heart, sedes Sapientiae. When the angel came to her at the An­nunciation he found her in deepest silence.

Few words are recorded of her who gave us the Word. And when she had given Him to the world, what should she do but listen to him?

She kept all these words, treasuring them in her heart?

And so, in every way, Mary is the model of contemplatives and the mirror of mystics. Those who love the pure Truth of God instinctively love the simplicity of Mary. She draws them into the heart of her silence and of her humility. She is the virgin of solitude, whom God called His hermit—ana est colamba mea in foraminibus petrae. She hid in the caverns of the rock, as Saint John of the Cross speaks of her.

She lived as a hermit in the lofty mysteries of her Son. She lived all the time in the sky, though she walked on the earth and swept floors and made beds and made supper for the carpenters. What was happening in her unimaginably clear soul, in the stainless mirror of her being which God had made to receive His perfect likeness?

When the angel spoke, God awoke in the heart of this girl of Nazareth and moved within her like a giant. He stirred and opened His eyes and her soul saw that in con­taining Him she contained the world besides. The Annun­ciation was not so much a vision as an earthquake in which God moved the universe and unsettled the spheres, and the beginning and end of all things came before her in her deepest heart. And far beneath the movement of this silent cataclysm she slept in the infinite tranquility of God, and God was a child curled up who slept in her and her veins were flooded with His wisdom which is night, which is starlight, which is silence.

And her whole being was em­braced in Him in whom she embraced and they became tre­mendous silence. 

                                                        

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Thomas Merton

From Ascent to Truth

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Painting by M. Farschian

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beloved

 

Beloved

 

Divine light

awakens my heart

enlivens my existence

invites me into the dance

that fans the flames of love

with the solar winds of longing

drawing me into the music heard

deep within the opening of the soul

 swept into the invisible arms of  spirit

I melt into the beauty and glory of Love.

 

Naomi

 

 

 

 

 

Shadows of Longing

 

 

Shadows of Longing

 

  We turn a searchlight on the world

looking for the light of truth,

  something to believe in,

someone to trust

and to love.

 

One by one by one,

our icons fall on the battlefield

of fame and power,

revealing the weakness

and aching need

crouching behind the

  public face.

 

All the while,

love is longing

 to lift us

far beyond anything

 we could ever dream of earning.

 

We choose so blindly

how to heal our wounds,

how to appear

as more than we are,

to deceive the

sadness.

 

All the while,

 One who is more than

all of us together

kneels to our beauty

wanting only to give us

new life

 and everlasting

love.

 

  Our crumpled memories,

mounted and framed,

 trophies and prizes

once proudly displayed,

gathering dust,

floating away in the floods

of time,

splintering against

 the rocks of our memories

 appear on a distant shore

as remnants of who

 we used to be.

 

All the while,

Love is anointing us,

preparing the way,

following after our wandering,

watching while we sleep,

filling the lavender blue nights

with the scent of lilacs

in the spring,

soothing us with

 soft kisses

of light.

 

It can be overwhelming

 to be so loved,

leaving us afraid

of the debt,

when in the dark

we know how small we seem

 in the radiant light

of divine grace.

 

All the while,

Love simply

wants to come along,

walk beside us,

to be where we are

and find a home within

 our longing

hearts.

 

 Why do we hide

in the shadows of longing?

Why do we turn away from the light?

Why do we suffer such

 sweet pain

 opening our hearts

to Love,

when it’s all we

ever wanted?

 

Naomi

 

 

 

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Painting by Rassouli

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Good morning

 

Good morning,

As the sun rises in the sky each morning, I feel the stirring of the energy and the Presence of the One that created the sun. I feel the gentleness of the touch as the light of Love awakening me. My poetic expressions come pouring from my heart without a thought or intention of anything I plan to write. Dawn is a time of alignment and surrender to divine intention for my life.

I wish I could describe how that comes to me, but I have come to believe it is different for every person. It is part of the recognition of our Creator to know the deeply personal ways we can be moved through our hearts, and it seems to come in a way only the Creator could know.  

If we are not open to receive through watching, listening, and most importantly for me, through loving, we might never know how near the Beloved is to us.  I don’t know the words. I don’t even know how to arrange them. They find the fall line as they tumble from heaven, and as I see the pattern, I dance and dissolve into them, always letting the Beloved lead and guide them. It is an intimate ecstasy, a gift, and I feel it is meant for all who will open to receive it.

My own experience is that the expression of love cannot be learned, however it comes. There are many who are architects of words, brilliant manipulators of  rational thought, far superior to anything I write, and as with all excellence, we applaud them and give them awards. I am only trying to share my deep personal experience of encounters with my Beloved. My true life flows from that center, and anything that isn’t in alignment with Love, eventually moves or falls away. I don’t even have to try to make that happen. Love clears the way.

 

My Beloved is my life, my heart, my soul, my spirit, my counselor, my healer, my lover, and my Joy, and all is embraced within that expanding circle of Love. Others can sort out their goals and their reason for being in the ways they are guided. For me, my whole existence has been transformed.  I claim no purpose for my life, other than love. I surrender into Creation, and it is there I meet the Creator…..and the magnificent nature of divine being.  It is what I meet dwelling within myself, in the ways I am part of Creation, and it is embedded within me, infused by Spirit.  I witness to the One who is greater. I am a testament to that great truth, nothing more. Yet the One who moves through me is Everything, and I am blessed to be even a tiny particle of that Oneness.

 

Morning is an exaltation, a song of deep peace and happiness for me, and my prayer and hope and longing is to recognize and embrace the infinite expressions and manifestations of the Love of the Beloved in your heart, in every heart, in all Creation here on earth, and throughout the Universe. I greet you with the open arms of hope. May you awaken in the arms of the Beloved.

Love Always,

 Naomi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heartsong

Heartsong 

 

The door to truth

swings open at dawn.

 

I open my arms to you

in the early morning sunrise

to offer you a place

where you can come

rest a while

next to my heart.

 

When you let me love you,

it sets me free

from fighting so hard

to hold it inside,

for fear

I will frighten you away.

 

Close your eyes and bask in the love

I feel for who you are.

I see and feel that golden child

 you protect underneath

your wild disguises

and listen to all

the words that hide

what you are wanting to say.

 

I take the blows

 and deflect the pain

from every remark

that tries to push me away.

 

O beautiful one!

Your longing touches mine,

and I feel what is real,

and all

that makes us One.

 

Bless me with the

gift of freedom

to love you.

 

Naomi

 

 

Creating A Life

 

Creating A Life

 

Be still

and come with me

where flowers I have never

seen before are blooming beneath

my feet wherever I walk into a waking dream.

 

Follow a thought

into a world turned inside out

and let it take me where it wants to go.

I am walking

on softness that sinks

and springs back as I lift 

each foot, turning colors, sometimes

like walking on water and feeling the surface

of the ocean sustaining and supporting me as I walk.

 

Anything is possible.

I feel the sunlight on the water.

I can see in all directions with ocean

all around me standing and gazing and feeling

the ocean inside me, washing through me, flowing

as if I weren’t there.

I can watch it and feel it, 

and I realize I am transparent

and liquid. I am the water, and the water is me.

 

I am the night

the night is glowing

inside of me and morning

is the dream like a memory

I can swim in the darkness and

it holds me in a way I can glide and

feel that I am intimate with the presence

that creates it and there are no stars or moon

or anything visible in it while I am flowing through it.

 

I am whatever

I see and whatever

I am not seeing for it is

all the creation of the thought

that goes where it goes where it goes.

 

It assumes nothing.

It knows no prior existence.

It only moves and creates as it goes.

I am not aware of anyone directing or guiding it.

It is unfurling

and unfolding inside

pure thought with no intention.

 

I curl up in it

and let it take me

back into sleep until

I turn inside out into awakening.

I am sleep, and I am consciousness.

I sit without moving aware of simply being.

 

A thought

wanders in and

I wonder if I can

allow my heart to guide

me the way I floated in thought.

I am aware of a spreading warmth

and a sweetness that creates me as a living

being that begins to appear in the form that is me.

 

Love is the way back

from wherever I have been in this journey.

 

I feel tears

in my eyes and

know that only love is real

and pure thought can summon it

to bring its beauty to the present moment

and create the joy of intimacy with One who creates.

Heaven

is not a large

enough word for

this perfect flowing life.

 

Naomi

 

is only a name

which allows me to

speak to this moment and to you.

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Painting by Rassouli

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Two Infinities