Flying in the mist of divine unknowing

Like the swans flying in the mist,
we fly in the mist of divine unknowing
trusting the Source that has created us
will guide our way.

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photography: National Geographic
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Oracle of Love

It is by being loved we bond
and through the heart that we respond.

It is from life that we are formed
and by the sun that we are warmed.

Gaze at the star-filled eyes of night
and feel the glance of sacred light.

We are loved beyond all reason,
beyond all time and season.

Of all we have, we give and bless,
’tis love that fills the emptiness.

Love desires to share its grace,
opening hearts to give it space.

Only the beloved can truly know
where the flow of love will need to go.

It is through love that we are known.
We find our life through love alone.

Love reveals the way to live
is to give and give and give and give.

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Painting: The Oracle by Rassouli
http://www.rassouli.com

touching wings

touching in
with all who fly
in the free spaces
of the heart

love covers all distance
rides the waves
soars with the wind
lifts the spirit

ever so gently
we touch the wings
of love
in our flights of joy

arc of freedom

when the fire of love breaks free
of captivity
the sparks create an arc
to other hearts
no matter how far
unless love finds the air
to breathe
and reach for life
it will glow in hidden coals
until the breath of the beloved
fans it into flame

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image: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap100210.html

let love tell the story

let love tell the story

a lover wearing the cloak of night
disappears at dawn
breaks the fasting from the light
and vanishes from sight

dwelling in the stillness of the pause
the sun breaks through
the revolving
door of the heart
circling between light and dark
sending wordless messages
at dawn
sliding down a ray of light
like falling curls
drunk with golden wine
from an orchard so divine
all are suspended
in the reverie
of mystery

the lover discovers
with each new day
the beloved wears a new disguise
only the heart can feel
and recognize
the life enhancing melting glance
of those dissolving eyes

soundings from an outer darkness
a voiceless love
speaks directly to the heart
destroying
all sweet illusion
to create a chaos
of divine confusion

be assured the sudden pain
of the burning flame
is meant to
to leave you shaken
to awaken you to be aware
how the beloved
is gently
caressing your golden hair

what is your private joy?

Whatever brings you joy
doesn’t have to make sense,
and you don’t have to understand it,
you just know that it does.
Treasure it!
And treat it with reverence,
for it is the gift of life
to stay open
to the unending surprises
of the glorious beauty
of the heart.

The stunning sun

a holy moment

sitting out on my deck in the cool night air,
leaning back and gazing at the night sky
the sky is clear
the lantern lights are like little stars
captured in my courtyard….
a glowing remembrance
of a greater light.

How does anyone ever write of the beauty
alive within the heart?

we meet it in sacred silence….
and sometimes…..somewhere in the universe
or beyond
someone knows and feels what is like..
and it explodes into being in the heart of another….
a thousand candles….a thousand apple blossoms….a thousand stars….
the beauty is ever more precious in the moment of rising
from deep within the soul.

a hidden spring seeking the freedom
to flow in another heart
that is the treasure….
there are not enough beautiful images
to express it

when the mystic says…
more radiant than a thousand suns…
the heart is reaching for the creative power
of the light
exploding within it
everything pales before the pure moment of beingness
within that love
of being surrendered to it

it is the difference of how religion has been talking, talking, talking
about what is sacred for centuries,
but Oh, the moment it happens
when even one moment of pure love is truly felt…..
it is beyond everything……

that is the feather that falls and transforms a country or a civilization
the touch that reaches across time and space….
bridging a great distance
between hearts
that cannot be proven

a moment…..a gift of pure grace
not earned…not deserved….not stolen or borrowed

a holy moment

of two flames igniting from a single divine spark
setting off a chain of golden fires
igniting a sun
to light the world

it is the one moment…..for which we are born
balance comes in the leap that cannot be quantified
or measured….or expressed….
but leaps into the unknown

finds the gentlest point
of all touching
that opens the heart

it is holy….you either feel it or you don’t
a holy touch
like the delicate brush of a feather
and suddenly..
eternity is pouring through
that tiny moment
a gateway to a sweet intimacy
only lovers know

some moments are not for everyone
but are for love alone

the moment comes….arising from deep within
and the creative power is in the secret
that lives in the seed
the source of all flowering
of all flowing
that only comes to lovers

when you are alone with the alone
the beloved touches you

and everything within you
comes alive

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Oasis in the desert of longing

I wash the dust from my Beloved’s feet,
as he wanders in the desert
gathering those who have lost their way.
Tears of compassion fall
upon those precious sandaled feet,
as I caress and soothe his weariness
with the softness of my hair.
I gently remove the sandals and anoint
those tired feet with scented oils and perfume.
The quiet oasis of the heart
offers shelter from the burning sun.
Tenderness quenches the deeper thirst for love.
Spirit finds its wings when the lips of souls
meet in the deepest kiss of all.
Night brings cool winds and rest.

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Dancing with the Light

Some days all I can do is dance
swirling in the light of love,
in a ballroom without walls
an endless sky,
sustained by joy!

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Painting by Rassouli
http://www.rassouli.com
“Light Dance”