Archive for May, 2008

What is Your Heart’s Greatest Truth?

May 31, 2008

With all our different languages, and all our unique ways of describing what we feel is our own deepest truth, what if we are all reaching for a point where they all come together, and we fall down laughing in joy saying, yes, yes, yes, that is what I meant! Yes, I know!! That is what I wanted to say to you too!  What would that be like?  What would we say to each other? What do we truly have to give each other?

Language becomes a search for the truest and clearest way of saying what our heart wants to say, but doesn’t really know how. We hope by following rules, or by following the ones who have been especially anointed in some way, that we ordinary ones can’t really explain or understand, that we will be able see the truth at last!

We try a thousand different mediums, different ways of expressing in form and image and words, and we sit around exclaiming how beautiful our creations are and dreaming how much someone might be willing to pay for them. Nothing makes truth disappear more quickly than that!

What is your own deepest truth? I awaken every night in the deep silence, when the world around me is asleep, and I listen. I open my heart and listen to the unknown aspects of myself.  There is something within me, which I call my soul, that wants to commune with my heart. It wants to use my mind and language, but it wants me to surrender control of them both, to let go of the part of me that wants to be in charge of everything.

So, I open my heart in this precious silence to receive some truth that my heart is longing to hear and to discover new ways of saying what I truly feel.

If we could only find the pearl, the treasure, the Holy Grail, the truth of all truths, and then say, here it is, I found it! Then we could hold it out for all to share and receive.  Unfortunately, we each get bits and pieces that sound pretty good, and then we start thinking how great it could be if we could be The One who finds the TRUTH, so we hide our treasure, bury it, so no one will realize what we found, until we have a chance to patent it, market it, and maybe even sell it!  We might even decide to release it to the world, so they have the truth, and it is our great generosity that does this out of our great goodness, and then we can be the one who rescues everyone else.

Every night I hear something new, and I hear it in a new way. Every night I listen, I discover there is always more to know, more to perceive and in a different way than I ever thought about it before.

I have been doing this for thousands of nights, and there is always some delightful revelation that arises out of what is unknown, of that which is yet to be created.

What if it will always be that way? What if the secret is…..that even if we could know everything that has ever been known since the beginning of time, there will always be something new that is being created in the next moment? What if creation is happening now, in every moment, and each time we listen to ourselves and to each other, we discover a new way to think, a new way to speak, a new way to listen, a new way to celebrate, a new way to feel, a new way to see, and we hear all the old information in a totally new way? What if a new truth is revealed each and every time we listen?

Now, is the time to fall down laughing and realize how wonderful that is! We are saved from thinking we know it all! We are made new, because we realize there is another way to live and feel and share with each other! When we are young, we have energy, because there is so much to know! When we are old, we think we know it all, and we die.

Nothing makes us old and weary more than falling into patterns and repetitions that deaden our senses and feelings into nothingness. Maybe nothingness lets us off the hook, and we think we don’t have to be responsible for anything.

What makes you more excited than anything else? What makes you feel more alive than anything you have ever done or thought? For my self, it is when I feel love. It is not just falling in love, it is when I begin to love in newer and deeper and more expansive ways.  When I love, I feel young and alive and energy flows through me from a source beyond what I can access through my mind. It is like turning on every faucet in the house, opening the windows, raising the roof, and letting the light come pouring in to fill every room! I draw back the curtains, open the skylight of my perception, search the stars and the night sky, and I realize that everything is new in every moment. 

The worst expression I ever heard is that there is nothing new under the sun. Love transforms an old reality into more, because we open our boundaries and let the “other” into our world. We were always a part of a larger reality, but we thought our purpose was to convince the other person of what we know!

 Our purpose simply has to be the opposite of that. We are meant to be open to hear the truth of every other person in the universe, because it is so intriguing and interesting and unusual. It is different, and it shakes us loose from thinking in the same way we have always thought! Think how wonderful that is! We will never know it all!  What a relief! The idea of being locked into the miniscule little corner of our world forever is surely more frightening than learning something new!

Only love challenges us to open our hearts and to draw back the curtains to let in the light. I want to listen to you, because I love you. What a marvelous revelation! It was in that moment I felt the first real joy I have ever known.  I remember the fun of that in childhood, but someone was always hammering at us that we didn’t know anything. That was the point! That was the fun of it! Not knowing is so much more exciting than carrying around this big bag of stuff thinking we know it all.  What is more oppressive than that? 

Just think of the joy of walking around in a state of wonder again, discovering the world in all its mystery! There is the gift of life!

Life is a stream of surprise if we are aware and awake and risk relating to something or someone new, that we know nothing about. It leaves us stimulated, excited, and feeling free again! If I say that I am right, and you are wrong, I place myself in prison and throw away the key.  If I listen to what is most important to another person, I begin to care about them and love who they are for what they have brought into my life and perception.

 

The whole idea behind the concept of becoming a new mother on a new earth is to open to the incredible beauty of experiencing a new birth and opening to a new way of being that a child represents. A mother opens everything she is to nurture and love the new life coming through her.  She surrenders into her child to discover its needs and to celebrate the amazing miracle of this new life in her care. In doing that, she tends to her own being in a deeper way at the same time. 

When I give to my child, I give to my self as well, and the best I have to give is the freedom to be, the freedom to live, the freedom to play, the freedom to explore, the freedom to learn, the freedom to laugh, and the freedom to feel! I long to give them the freedom to love and the freedom to bask in the beauty and mystery of this existence we are given!

Bless the earth and the children for keeping us sane! Bless our children for helping us to remember how to play and to be excited about the things we find in the grass!

 

Nothing exalts me in a greater way than to love you. Nothing lifts me higher than to truly love you and to desire your well being as truly as I do my own.

The two greatest commandments we are given is to love God and to love each other as ourselves. The whole world is centered in those few words, for if we can do that, we will forever be in love, and we will taste the sweetest life we could ever know!  For in loving God, we are called to love all that is, to love everything and everyone that exists, and miracle of all miracles, we are to love others as we love ourselves. There is the great gap in our formula for happiness. We forget to tend to our own hearts. Perhaps that is the genius of creating mothers. Mothers in the best and highest intention reach into their own hearts to love their children, and in the process, if we do it well, we set our own hearts free! What a joy it is to share freedom with another!  It is the best of all possible worlds!  I walk around saying I love you to the universe.  It is a thrilling freedom!

Naomi

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Divine Light

May 30, 2008

 

Divine Light

May 30, 2008 by Naomi

 
The place of divine birth flows from a point of pure light that can emerge from a tear or expand into a star seen by the world.
Light can spring from joy that bursts into spontaneous laughter that cannot be contained for one moment longer.
The stable is a place of honesty, a soft unassuming bed of straw, the light of innocence shining from a young mother and a new baby, a faith-filled father by her side.
Light is a moment when men who thought they were wise, fall to their knees, and light is a moment when angels feel the love and gather to share the wonder of it all.
It is happening all over the earth in unknown corners of the world, when a divine ray of light appears in an ordinary moment and a point of light bursts into flame within our hearts like a thousand suns, and beauty falls from our mouths, and kindness becomes a way of life in a way we have never witnessed it happening before.
Divine light looks for an opening, a path to travel to the earth to make its home with us. It comes as lightning and reflects in the rain. It flashes in a firefly in the dark, and children chase after it to try and hold it in their hands.
Light appears inside a rolling wave and disappears in the sand, an incandescent colored glow that gives us a fleeting glimpse of the mystery.
A divine light appears when we look at a stranger and suddenly see and feel ourselves in them.
A crystal catches the sunlight and scatters rainbows in the air, and we spin in the swirling radiance of it all.
Hold your hands over your heart and feel the divine warmth within you. Trust the light that dwells as spirit throughout creation. Spirit glistens in a plain face and becomes beautiful when love arrives. It is everywhere, color from color, light from light, love from love, and we receive it humbly and gratefully.
The new mother sees Jesus in every son and daughter, and the new earth gives birth to the garden of paradise when looking through the eyes of love.
Wonder is a state of grace. Tenderness is a divine touch.  Prayer is a proclamation of faith and the light of the invisible. 
Divine love comes in the moment we are truly able to behold another with the purity of conscious love.
I will sing and sing and sing of the divine birth of love in the twilight, in the night, and in the morning light, for in truth, it is love singing our songs.
 
Naomi
 
 

Our Heavenly Body

May 29, 2008

Our Heavenly Body

 

 

I watch with reverence

 as the deepening shades of night

mix with the midnight colored hues

of an evening sky.

Numinous flares of light

sweep the sky and skim the stars

 as a divine glow pouring from the moon,

anoints the silvery body

of the earth,

the heavenly home

we are so graciously given.

 

Oh that we might see

 the crowning glory surrounding us,

as divine love lays its golden riches

 at the door of our existence!

Hovering wings await

our moment of awakening,

for only God can sound the call

to launch a new way of being

through the light and grace

 beaming from the beauty

of love’s holy face.

Fall into the expanding arms

that long to draw us all

 into the eternal embrace

of a communal Soul.

 

Naomi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Light of Love at Dawn

May 28, 2008

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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

The Creative Inspiration of Divine Love

May 27, 2008
It always surprises me, no matter how many pictures I see, or how many process oriented approaches to create that I pursue, whether I read, study, or witness them, it is not the person creating that holds the impact.  It is the visionary image of the expanding longing that holds the creative power and inspires us to reach for the divine. It is the heartlonging of another soul reaching for God, that inspires the ultimate creativity, which for me is the consciously surrended life given to loving God and to loving all that God creates, including, and especially loving our fellow human beings, our brothers and sisters, our neighbors, and the paradise of this earth on which we live.
The shrines we build, no matter how glorious, will forever be destroyed, until we realize that we are living as the energy of Love within the energy of Love that spits us out again and again until we awaken to who we truly are. False idols do not carry the sweet fragrance of God.
 
The process unfolds in a thousand ways, always spiraling and unfolding in mystery, like the cloud that conceals it, or the rising mist as the cool water of the river thins to drift toward the warmth of the sun, Life waits for the moment when the glowing ember leaps into a flame….a spiritual fire that burns in our own hearts and exalts us toward the light of God giving birth to the soul.
As the flowering soul unfolds like a fragile blossom, laying bare a light that cannot be held in our hands or captured in a name, the angels gather to behold the new innocence that glows from a beauty that radiates through the transparent skin of the body.
Though we chase the “truth” through the circling of countless centuries, we will never capture the divine gift of true holiness, nor can we control the quivering ecstasy of the heart, nor will we ever bend it to our human will, for the enchanting mystical sweetness of the light of God will disappear the moment we grab for it. It hovers like the butterfly…..or the humming bird….near the flickering illumination of beauty…..and we taste the sweetness in the music of the moment.
We wait in sacred silence, between breaths, and suddenly, we are transported beyond our human seeking, launched beyond the stars, and the way closes behind us, for it is not ours to open, no matter how we try to claim it or make it so. It is not ours to teach or grant to another. Lovers who surrender everything are given a glimpse, and when it happens, all that remains is a deep reverent silence that bursts out in rays of light, a visible joy…..rainbows of color….a hush…….and nothing….nothing we can ever do to imitate it will be anything more than an illusion. Like Moses, we vanish into light, and we become an ancient one that has seen the face of God, and we will never, ever be the same…..nor would we want to be.
Naomi
 
 
 

Dear Hearts,

May 27, 2008

Dear Hearts,

Do you know how dearly you are held in the heart of the One we call the Beloved? Do you know how the Voice within you that whispers to you in the night, in your dreams, longs to commune with you?

There is an old song called “Dear Hearts and Gentle People” that I used to listen to over and over.  It seemed to carry the nostalgic message that sparked something very familiar in my own heart longings.  Dear hearts and gentle people have become those I carry in the sanctuary of my own heart, and it is expanding from those I love and know, from my home town, to all towns I have ever lived in, to those I have visited, and to all those I am discovering in my wandering during the night.

 Slowly, the love I feel seems to encircle all people in countries across the globe. The ability of the heart to expand in the spirit of love to care about our brothers and sisters is not limited by anything except our own fears and uncertainty about those we do not know or understand, who may be different from us.  It is such a basic reality and truth, it seems I would not need to even articulate it.  Yet, as a global community, we have not emerged from our cocoons enough to find our wings and to discover our Oneness.

I write to you this morning to invite you to let Love open the door to your hearts and souls and minds to become aware of a Beloved Presence that wants to listen to your every word, to hear your every cry, to witness every tear, to share your laughter, and to walk with you wherever you go, whatever you do, whoever you are with, in the fullness of Love that desires relationship with you and seeks your well being. 

I am intensely private, and it is only the infinite generosity of Divine Love that could call me out of the enclosure and sanctuary of my life to write to you from my heart. 

I don’t need to recount the disasters and catastrophes that change our lives daily. I don’t need to speak of all the pain and loss and loneliness that breaks our hearts. You carry your own experiences of the many ways our hearts are opened by what happens to us.  It guides us to feel the need for something and someone larger than the self we believe we are.  We quickly realize that our own resources fail us, and we scan the horizon of the universe and cry out for help.

We are all looking for something more whether we tuck it away in our subconscious, or whether we are acutely aware of the hunger for someone we can trust, for the One great heart that embraces all others.

The ancient ones were wise not to name this Presence, for it is unspeakable and unknowable in our human limitation. We can call it God, the Source, All that is, the Beloved, but any name falls short of that which harbors us in its truth and Light, and at the same time dwells within us.

It is a day of remembrance, and a day to open to all that wants to be known within each one of us. I wanted to feel the comfort of your dear hearts today.

Love, Naomi

Create With Me

May 24, 2008

 

Create With Me

 

 

Out of a space where there is silence and sleep

a surrender to rest and renewal,

a Word appears, formed from something that desires

to be known, the touch of a hand that isn’t there

awakens me, and a face looms in the darkness

that can’t be seen with the eyes.

The Word carries a message I can’t ignore.

It is not in letters, but in the energy of intention,

like a movement of light

that conveys a thought I feel and understand.

It is a living Word, bringing its

own insistence to what flows between us.

Is it some part of me that is yet unknown?

Is it something new that wants to be created?

Is it a being like me that wants to connect

outside its own reality to know another?

Is it a wave of myself I have forgotten?

It wants an answer,

 a recognition in some way

that I know what this living Word means.

Who enters the mystery of darkness to

 connect me with another world?

Who crosses the threshold of the boundaries

of my existence to pierce the invisible

 veils of my solitude?

The Word is a Presence,

 a breath, a nearness, that quickens my heart,

and stirs and touches my soul.

I am wide awake, and it is no dream.

It is not the meandering of my mind.

There is nothing I can say, no miracle I can prove,

and no belief I can offer another.

The moment is clearly mine, and the choice looms

in a light of truth that lingers around my heart.

Too late to pretend I am not aware,

Too late to deny how powerfully I feel it is there.

Why does it show itself to me?

Did I call it? How does it know me?

For what reason did this presence come to me?

I feel the movement of spirit,

sweet breath that is alive and intimate,

like a breeze touching my hair,

as light circles around me,

and I feel a gaze beholding me,

seeing everything I have ever been,

calling me to be more,

like delicate unseen wings,

 lighter than air.

this amazing, bewildering beauty

 knows me, hears me, whispers to me

that I am not alone.

Do I deny it? Do I name it? Do I answer?

I sense this is a moment that comes to every heart

the reason we are born and formed

into life becoming aware of itself.

Perhaps this is creation reaching beyond itself

 becoming something more than it ever was before,

a being of moonlight angling from the sun,

weary of its lonely vigil to light our world.

wanting to meet the longing that cries out

and draws it closer to earth each night.

Perhaps this is the impossible

bending to the endless prayers

that have worn away

the shield between heaven and earth,

tearing the curtains of the night away at last.

Omnipresence can be lonely too.

If I whisper I love you to the night a

million times, does the night create an answer,

or is someone there that hears the cry of my heart?

I risk it all and choose. Yes! Yes! Yes!

I open my eyes, my heart, my soul, my mind,

and welcome this beautiful lover

 into my arms and life riding a wave of rising joy

that moves beyond all words.

I share it with you, so when life

 summons you awake to live your truth,

you won’t miss the birth of spirit

flowering into blossoms of light

that opens your heart to love.

 

 

Naomi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Heart Song for the Beloved

May 22, 2008

Lying here in the silent darkness,
I am with my beloved,
who lies quietly within me.

We are resting in the peace
of the greatest love I have ever known.
My heart is filled with a treasure,
and a fortune beyond belief.

I am a woman of words,
yet, I feel helpless
to describe the beauty
of my beloved tonight.

I feel reverence and gratitude.
I am surrendered to love
and the beautiful ways
love touches me,
tenderly cares for me,
and gives me life.

When I give myself to love,
I see through love’s eyes,
speak with love’s lips,
touch with love’s fingers,
taste with love’s tongue,
and hear with love’s ears.

I let love breathe life into me,
and I am adrift in a sea of union.
I whisper, don’t move,
stay in this stillness with me
for a moment,
I want to bask in the harbor
of your life within mine,
and mine within yours.

When I lift my hand,
I feel yours lifting with me.
When I arise, I feel you arising within me.
When I feel your heart beat faster,
mine beats in rhythm with yours.
You answered my longing cries
to come into my heart,
and you fill me with the essence of you.

You enter my emptiness
and let me see how you have
created me in your image,
so you can live within me.

I welcome you into
the sacred chamber
of my life where you dwell
with me now and forever.

O love, you are the twin flame,
the fire of every heart.
One day, we will all be ablaze
with the power of love,
the eternal flame
that will never go out.

Love will unite us all
in that invisible sea of spirit,
and we will be free
to create with you.

Naomi

On My Way Home

May 22, 2008
Some days, I fly low over the surface of the earth
with the falcon’s eye
watching for any movement of God.

Some days, I fly as near to the sun as my soul
will carry me
without scorching my eyes.

Some nights, I hover like the hummingbird
near the moon hoping to
sip the sweetness of the light.

Some nights, I land on the shoulders
of the great ones
and become a listening heart
to catch the tears and laughter and prayers
of other hearts.

Some nights, I see how many stars
I can touch and kiss
to bless them for their guiding light.

Some nights, I carry a chalice of love
and invisibly anoint every precious person
with the sacred oil of dew
gathered from the tears of God
that have fallen on the night blooming flowers
in the garden of my heart.

Some nights, I call out the arms of God
that reach around the world,
and I settle into the living warmth
of the place nearest the divine heart that
gives life to mine.

I fall into the undefined depths
of a love that can baptize and cleanse
and heal infinite hearts,
as I nestle into a beauty too vast
to ever abide in a word.

The purity surrounds and receives
my surrendered soul,
as if it were the only offering
of this precious moment circling
into an intimacy
that enfolds me in forever.

– Naomi

The Purest Wine

May 22, 2008

 

The Purest Wine

 

My own poetic expression

is simply the continuing flow,

the following energy

 of love

.from one heart to another

that never ends.

I write, because

  I am helpless to stop the momentum

that divine love has begun.

The strands of my heart are strung

from earth to heaven

in that trembling uncertainty

 beyond time or place,

 a link to love that drifts and floats

as golden strands

 catching the glint of sunlight

in the morning,

 and silvery cords of moonlight

in the night.

I am bound in an exchange

of breath that happens

so quietly, even the birds

hush their singing as the sun

appears over the horizon.

 

A fine gold necklace could be broken

with a gentle tug of the hand,

and yet, no power on earth

could tear me loose from

the gossamer chain of love

that grants me

one more sip of the flowing wine

streaming through my heart.

 

 

Naomi