divine secrets in the dawn

the silence of dawn
whispers me awake
igniting embers of light
within me….
arousing me to sing
of the Beloved
who has penetrated earth
and all life
stirring us to recall
the Source from which we came
to feel the deep joy
of the moment
of conception
when we burst into being
swirling into the arms
of belonging
to the depths
of the Beloved

You give birth
to our becoming
inviting us to dance
with you
in infinite ways
ever surprising
and delighting us
with divine beauty
hidden in the glow
of luminous
transparency
an embrace unseen
revealing the face
of love so pure
it is sheltered
in your eternal breathing
a soft breeze
of sweet remembering
the breath of life

Mystical garden

 

 

Falling into the mystery

and deep beauty

of the Beloved

flowing into the moment

when the lover is transported

into the garden

to meet the Beloved

face to face

 

The planets shift

as the earth is swept

into spring

through the empowering

alchemy

of  pure love

 

The moon casts an ethereal glow

embracing the vision

forming in the mist

concealing

the sacred encounter

in the veil

of divine wine

mingling

with the light of love

 

The mystical garden

emanates

a fragrance

and essence of the eternal

beyond

all human

comprehension

 

Only the creator knows

the infinite secrets

of the union of  lover

and Beloved

vanishing into timelessness

and communion

of  Souls

 

The quivering sighs

of Silence

are felt across

the univese

plunging all souls

into the ecstasy

of Joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh My Beloved!

O My Beloved!
Dance me through
the days and nights of my life!
Sing me to sleep and then arouse me
with the breath of intimacy
that awakens all
that is concealed behind the veil
of my own longings.

Guide me through the trees
and forests
of my slumbering confusion!
Lead me to the shores
of my becoming!
Laugh at my endless questions
and show me how to play
with honor
and reverence
and truth.

Kiss away my tears
and my fears
and hold me until the dawn
sprinkles my room
with pulsing sun stars
and dancing lights
until I taste the dew
of freshly
opened flowers
upon my eager lips.

Help me ride the waves
of life
surging within my soul
rolling out to seek
the open sea
to rise like the mist
and fall again
as rain that fills
the ocean with tears
from love’s tenderness
sliding down
the sky of your face
leaving trails
of moist love
mixing with mine.

Time disappears
when I sense
your breathing
in the room
and feel the touch
of your life
lighting the fuse
of my own.

I hear the simmering
sizzle of fire
and the noisy sparks
consuming all that limits
the flames of love
sharing the air it needs
to blaze into freedom.

Oh my Beloved!
Sweep me into the arc
of the rainbow
with the colors of your love
and beauty
creating transparent wings
and waterfalls
that make
me new each day!

I surrender to the truth
of my love for you
and suddenly
in the flash of a falling
eyelash
a new reality
surrounds us in
the glory and grace
of heaven.

______________________________
paintings by Rassouli
The Dance
Gateway to Eternity
http://www.rassouli.com

Love is falling into snow

Love is falling into snow

The Beloved covered
my courtyard
with new snow in the night,
soft, silent glowing whiteness
of overwhelming beauty.

I am swept into beholding,
drawn to the window by a gentle
unseen hand
to see this crystallized
sanctuary of stillness
and am
moved to tears by the vision
of this transformation
changing the face
of love
from the night before.

A voice whispers to me from a space
within my soul,

O beloved one,
I am new for you this morning,
spreading snowflakes
of light
before your eyes,
so you will know
I am in your heart, and still
I sweep my hand
in an arc
to change the sky and land
for the pleasure
of your eyes.

Sometimes, when I create,
it is hard to wait
for you to open your eyes
and awaken,
so I reach through time
and take your hand
drawing you slowly from your sleep
to show you
that beauty is not a dream,
but a reality beyond
the words.

O my dearest one,
it is Love that makes it so.

I circle your resting place,
watching over you,
rearrange your covers,
disappear
into the flow of your breathing
and caress your hair,
whisper love secrets
in your ear
to see you smile in your sleep.

I love the delight in your eyes
when you see the snow
and the light
spreading morning
across the sky.
I hear your quiet thank you
for the beauty
and you see snowflakes melting
my tears upon
your window pane.

Your love inspires me to create
what I have never
done before
to please you,
and suddenly, you are
murmuring words of love
knowing I am there
so near to you.

I am ageless and formless
but feel the throbbing heart of a lover
when you whisper to me
with the certainty
of faith
that I will hear.

I spiral to the moon and back
to feel your love.
I send rays of the sun
to spark the fire
of warm desire within you.

Loving you is the sweet
incentive to save
the earth and heal the wounds
of neglect
hoping all will awaken soon
to realize the paradise
that love allows
for lovers arising from
my welcoming soul.

Morning Lovesong

 

 O sacred morning,

O precious breath of dawn,

flow through us,

as a fountain

of new life.

Allow the rushing

eagerness of our longing

to become the

the gentle streaming

of love’s grace,

making its way to you,

through the vibrant colors

of the earth

in the fullness of spring,

in the passionate heat

of summer,

in the coolness of fall,

and in the purity

of winter’s patience.

Grant us the flowering

of friendship

with all Creation

dissolving us

as we dance into

 your outsretched arms.

Bathe us in the sunlight

of your golden gaze,

when all life turns toward your

lifegiving lover’s call.

You summon us with your glance

to surrender into the dawn

 as we feel the

 greening of our souls

and the blossoming

of our hearts.

Our life becomes the

transforming Joy of lovers

 discovering our melting

  oneness into all

 you create.

 

Naomi

Dawn

Dawn

 

 

Light spreads out before me,

outshining the night,

teasing and inviting my heart

to do a little skywriting.

No! No! I used to say,

I only write in the dark,

and I hide my golden sun where

no one will ever find it!

Light assures me

it is impossible to hide the light,

and it already knows

 who I am and where I have hidden it.

I am bewildered!

It has taken so much energy to hide!

Why would I even try and do such a thing?

I have already forgotten why.

Once I opened my heart,

 a stream of joy

came rushing through that I have not

been able to stop since it started.

This light seems to have a will

and energy of its own.

Why does it come through me?

Whose light is it?

Where does it come from?

How does it know me?

What does it mean?

My heart just told me

to please be quiet

and shine!

 

 

Naomi

 

 

 

The Light of Love at Dawn

The day dissolves into the twilight of evening, and we fall into midnight, a time when it is possible to cross the threshold from one dimension into another. The world clock has names for the zones around the world.  My heart has come to know it as the meeting time for mystics. We enter the darkness to discover the truth that can not be learned, but it is experienced and felt in a world beyond what is visible to the outer senses.

Around three, I hear the chanting from the monasteries around the world as the cloistered ones gather quietly for prayer when the soul sings from a rhythm that opens in the heart, to pray with all other hearts under the cover of night beneath the light of the moon. The voices are so in tune as to be one voice as they flow like a river to the sea into the open heart of God.

Dawn is a time of awakening when the heart and soul and mind and body rise from the vigil of the night and begin to dance in a swaying movement that crosses the horizon into the light, ascending and arising with the sun. The silence harbors a reverence that is a rapt attention of all creation giving way to the first sounds of the songs of the winged ones, when the birds and the angels discover their wings, and the breeze slips in, ruffling the hair, leaving soft kisses on the eyes and the lips. Lovers turn and surrender to the touch, knowing it is the moment when the beloved comes, to whom all revelations are already known and from whom no secrets are ever hidden. 

Some pull the covers over their heads, hide their eyes from the too muchness of the moment, turn away from the face of morning, and seek the shielding of the covers still warm with sleep. The summon to awaken in the arms of the beloved is a call that comes in the cystal clear purity of morning, in the first rays of a living light. The light intensifies and longing meets longing in the chambers of the heart. It is a time of anointing, and the moment of union is sanctified by tears.  The heart is laid open to beauty and to the deep joy of divine love.  The heart is given freely, purely, and completely, yielding and surrendering to the Love for which it was created.  The reason for being flashes like lightning in the soul. Water is turned to wine, and bread becomes the body of the beloved. 

The holy hour of communion is the sacred crossing into eternal life. The words are veiled in mystery, for they are living words and can only be perceived in the soul of the lover.  The voice and name and face of the beloved is so protected, the entire army of heaven could not reveal it.  The triumph of love has been assured since the first moment of creation.

We are the wandering people of God coming home to an existence that has no name, no place, and it is without beginning and without end. We arrive in the golden light of belovedness and know the sweet essence of eternity.

Naomi