A Remembrance




 A Remembrance


Thinking of you, sending you love, always!

Like the fragrance of the rose, something of our essence is known by those

who love us, and those we love, and with an imaginative spirit, it flows out to us, and so, with a song, a vision, an image, a prayer,

a dance, a longing, a breath, you are here…I am there.

Our hearts have wings when we love….and we are a soul

within a soul, within a soul, within a soul.

The Beloved holds us all in One Beautiful Soul.


When I imagine you, says Hafiz, I don’t need the wine.

You are here. I am there.


May your day hold the essence and beauty of the Beloved,

and may all who think and long for love,

feel and receive it in their hearts….and know

 that it has been created within them,

waiting for the heart to awaken……. to who they truly are.

The heart opens, sends out the perfume, and the soul expands and

surrounds and unites with the heart.


When we create, write, pray, and love, we share the dream, by giving birth to it

in an infinite and endless number of ways….including bringing food

cooked with love, or through an embrace, a glance,

 a gift, our presence, our listening hearts,

 delighting in children, suffering the frustrations of others, taking

abuse meant for someone else, because we are there and willing to care,

sharing someone’s dream, creating our own, becoming vulnerable enough to

risk expressing it, releasing it, the way a flower releases its beauty

to the garden, to feel the joy of letting it flow, no longer trying to keep

it hidden, for fear of being hurt, to be who we truly are.


We don’t share the answers to anything. We don’t teach anything.

We just do what we were created to do….we love,

and everyone who ever looks at our creations, our acts of love,

hears and feels the sound of love,

breathes it by catching the scent, falls into it, and gives

birth to their own essence.

The energy is far more powerful than our little ideas of it……far far more.


Love is the summons….and Love is the companion,

and I nestle into it every night, walk with it every day, and it flows out

through me to wherever it needs to go….circling in the breath of

of all those precious mystics…still permeating the universe in all its beauty.

We don’t need to teach, or preach, or do anything, but breathe freely,

and sing and dance and create and love the millions of hearts,

the millions of longing hearts, where the beauty waits to be seen and touched.

I could create a story of my journey and the fullness of my life using paintings and photographs, music, talks, acts of charity, and someone could read my hundreds of poems and follow my life to its still expanding roseness as they can read your writings, or listen to your songs, and recognize the way you share your heart with others…..each life increasing the joy of our Beloved.

I have felt the infinite nature of that pure love, and there is no end to it….ever.



Grace of Alpha


This image, the Grace of Alpha, is how the essence of home feels to me,

through the grace of the Beloved,

which continues to flow through God and through us in that hidden

and unknown depth of all that attracts us.

We grow and expand moment by moment by moment……..


Mystics and Lovers are the trail, the clues along the way,

that the Beloved leaves for others…..

to discover their own.


Bless you for daring to dream and for surrendering to love,

and sharing it so freely with others

in the ways that you do.


Blessings on this day honoring love.







One Response to “A Remembrance”

  1. Ekta Says:

    hey your soul is enormous and beautiful. sorry i couldnt get an email or profile but i’d love to say cheers n welcome to the new earth1 i love you beautiful!

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