Secrets of the Heart

 

 Hear the drumbeats of the jungle,

the breath of warriors,

and feel the salty tears dampen

 your hair,

 bringing remembrance

of the singing

 of the sea.

 

Trace the circling stars

in solar winds

that wrap you in the warmth

of the sun

in the silence of space

 

Breathe in the scent of opening buds

setting free a fragrance

that will

set you dreaming.

 

Feel the arms of the river

flowing around you

softly embracing and exploring

the curves and lines

that lead

to your heart.

 

Let your stillness

 draw from the well of secrets

and drink deeply

of the elixir

of love

hidden in my

heart.

 

Let my heart whisper

what words

cannot say and let my

sighs offer the

softness of a pillow

for your rest.

 

 Perhaps the clues are

 found in the dust

of falling stars

and sparks from flares

start the fires

that light

up the skies.

 

The light of my face

will blind you

so stay close to

my heart

where love has vision

to see a glory

the eyes cannot

perceive.

 

 

 Naomi

lacy fingers reaching to the sky

 

 

lacy fingers reaching to the sky

pointing somewhere beyond the beauty of blue

naming the designer

of the bride-white gown

christening the tryst of lovers

covering the nakedness of  night

touching bare limbs

with glory

now glittering in the rising sun

 

my eyes

reflect the light

face flushed with blushing joy

catch the glow

and share it with you.

 

Naomi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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we are the light

 darkness is filled with unseen light

 reflecting from our faces

beaming from our souls

circling through our hearts

 we gaze only at the outer dark

and wonder where the light has gone

 

love is a soft illumination

that grows into a streaming sun

that sprinkles the skies

with stars and spinning wheels of light

 where even dust is beautiful

 

we are glorious holograms

manifesting into images

and sounds and thoughts that

 dream us up as we go along

 

we are ever morphing

 into something new

shape-shifting all the while

appearing and disappearing

feeling as if we have been here before

drifting in a clear and cloudless sky

knowing we are nowhere

 

 yet when

love surrounds us

drawing us close and we

 feel the soft breath of intimacy

and the rhythmic caress

 of an unseen heart

we are home

 

we feel our way home through

 songs and dreams

 creating a trail of leftover crumbs

of tears and the sound

of laughter

and discover the dark

hides nothing

but the wonder of life

looking through

our eyes

 

 

 

Valley of Nowhere

 

Valley of Nowhere

 

No phones, no cell phones,

no camera phones,

no text message, no jokes,

no forwards on email,

no ipods, no itunes,

no droning sounds

of media blips and beeps,

no parties,

no chatter,

that does not matter.

Perhaps the best phone calls

are the ones we miss.

 

I hear two rings, 

sometimes one,

and they ring

in a spaceless place

of being awake in my dreams,

and I open my eyes

to wander

into an unexplored 

wilderness,

dancing my way

into a cloud

filled with the light

of unknowing delight.

 

Words can build

a stairway to the stars

or launch us

into spinning galaxies

of images,

whirl us into the

silence of solar winds,

to hear the echoes

of an energy

bridging the worlds of

words and winds.

 

Spirit guides us

through a pathless land

on a creative

journey to the soul.

 

Talk of dinner

or the news

or mind numbing details

of a droning day

sends us spiraling

in a tailspin to

the ground

ending the dance.

 

Longing does not wish

for worldly words.

Pour the wine

and meet me in moonlight

that illuminates

the heart.

 

Dance along the rim

of a canyon

that peers into sea of the soul.

Only the heart knows

the way.

 

The great ones

wander

in the ether somewhere

out there

playing in a secret place

one can only

fall into

following brush strokes

to the sunrise

or drifting in

 the delicate and unseen embrace

of a breeze

caressing the soul.

 

The wind mourns

and hums

through the bamboo trees

breathing love

and some hearts

are bound

to follow where it goes.

 

We wander in

spaceless dimensions on

timeless journeys

to placeless destinations

with

faceless lovers.

 

All we leave behind are

traceless trails

of transparent colors

and the sounds

of joy

and laughter.

 

N.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Day Like No Other

 

 

 

A Day Like No Other

 

 

The morning is new again,

and so are my eyes.

Fresh snow covers everything!

All is hidden beneath

mounds of white.

Well worn paths have vanished.

Trees bow down

 in their graceful gowns

of frozen light.

 

Rain washes the earth,

but snow tucks it in,

like a mother

covering a sleeping child.

 I awaken and smile

 when I see the grace

of a lacy coverlet

that has appeared in the night.

 

 Excitement stirs inside

to know that love

 will forever make things new,

to find a way

 to bring surprise

 to the eyes of my heart.

 

The sky will never be splashed

with color

 in the same way twice.

The rain will never dance

as it did before.

My eyes will never see

today the way

 they did yesterday.

 

The endearing mystery

of a beloved

is the promise of surprise,

the whisper of intimacy

breathing its sighs,

bringing tears to

my eyes.

 

 There is something that

 keeps me young

and alive

in that which is beyond

my reach,

something no one

can ever steal or take away.

 

It is one kind of revelation

to read or hear a truth

and quite another

to feel the gentle touch

of snowflakes

melting on my lips.

 

There is something life-giving

and so unbearably new

in the tenderness

 of feeling

 the arousal of beauty

 in my soul.

 

To be touched by spirit is to feel

the warmth of

light upon the skin

in the dark,

or to feel a wisp of air

moved by tiny wings,

or flowing

  strands of angel hair

in a touch so light, it is

scarcely there.

 

Desire seeking satisfaction

appears and slips away,

marking an ending

to shallow dreams of certainty.

Love that gives out of

 flowing joy

comes again and again

and again,

like raindrops that

want to play.

 

Perhaps unending tears flow

from the same

 source as the rain,

for the cleansing nature of

a falling stream

 prepares the way for

 sweet encounter these lips

cannot explain.

 

I breathe the frosty air,

whisper a prayer,

for the beloved shines

from my eyes

and lights my way

and beauty

is ours today!

 

 

Naomi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

source of life

 

 something wonderful,

something hidden and intimate

was streaming through

and blossoming

 in the flower,

and I could feel the energy

of the life that created each one

stirring in my heart.

 

“A New Year Blessing.”

 

BEANNACHT
by John O’Donohue,

Author, poet, speaker, activist, Irish mystic

On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.

And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.

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To hear John’s own voice reading this blessing, you can go to this page provided by “Speaking of Faith” and American Public Radio.