Archive for July, 2016

We bloom in the light of love

July 31, 2016

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Morning comes softly in the soul

the radiant glow of illuminating light

shines in the expression

of the daughter of flowers

revealing the peace

of surrendering to the divine

mysteries of the Source of All Life….


The Beloved has guided her into solitude and there He speaks to her heart. He wounds her with Love… and there in the garden of her soul, she finds repose and renewal reclining in the sweet arms of the Beloved….



Painting created by Rassouli….

The Light of my life

July 26, 2016

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Oh how I love the freshness of morning!
Such a tonic!
For when the Light touches
the awareness
in the spiritual heart..
We are truly able
to behold
the reflections
of the Light of God
in each other
in all life..
for this is the secret
of the Beloved
only Love can give.


Only the Beloved..

July 23, 2016


Good morning…
Perhaps those of  you
who read my streaming writing
are beginning to know how sacred
this time is for me….
early morning..monastic time..
The silence is truly a balm……
the silken touch
from spiritual hands….
that touch the vulnerabilities
that come
from being human….
the soft presence
that could be described
a thousand ways…
a time for
opening the sheltering space
which is touched only by the purity
of divine silence…
a soulful presence beyond
our words..
yet…there is no mistaking
it is a living presence
the up close and personal embrace
of belovedness..
There is a way of letting the words fall
into uncreated space
like drifting
soft silence
an anointing energy
 a song
of meaning
for my heart alone
We spin and weave our story
from the creative spaces
within ourselves
we feel the blessing and the glory
of the Light
illuminates the revelation
of this present moment
that touches
the secrets of a vibrant life
in the midst of all
the illusions
a song
only the Beloved
can sing

The awakening of the heart

July 17, 2016


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Words can be stepping stones
an anchoring place
for the guiding light of grace
seeds of surprise
creating visions for searching eyes
loving comfort for our cries.

Words can launch our songs in the air
to create the music of love we share
or the faith that flows in every prayer.

Let the words emerge
from a garden of silence
watching how they blossom
and find their wings in the spring
of new beginnings.


The kingdom is within you

July 11, 2016


Stillness Between Ebbs and Flows

Sometimes I vanish into a wordless silence
when love seems to play inside my heart,
the way light disappears inside a wave
as the power of a surging sea settles
beneath a surface of outer calm.

Life sings its songs in a rising mist
in the lover’s sigh after being kissed
the sweet call of a baby’s helpless cry
a child’s endless questions asking why
wings of longing fly and touch the sky.

Beauty is freed in the secret of a seed
breathlessly appearing in the light
beholding this unfolding sight
of life becoming real as we feel
more than we have ever felt before.

My fingers dance upon the keys
reaching for the words to ease the ache
feeling now as if my heart will break
if I don’t find a way to play and somehow say
what is flowing and glowing in my soul.

The miracle of love conceals its wonder
with a divine seal upon all it reveals
anointing us in a shower of unending joy
a crown of starlight circling the creative hour
of a spiraling breath of exalting power.

We fall into a silent destiny
a mystery never truly to be defined
into the wake of the Beloved
feeling the trembling afterglow
from the promise of paradise.


A beloved guest poet …

July 6, 2016

“In the stillness of the night I have walked in your streets, and my spirit has entered your houses,
And your heart-beats were in my heart, and your breath was upon my face, and I knew you all.
Aye, I knew your joy and your pain, and in your sleep your dreams were my dreams.
And oftentimes I was among you a lake among the mountains.
I mirrored the summits in you and the bending slopes, and even the passing flocks of your thoughts and your desires.
And to my silence came the laughter of your children in streams, and the longing of your youths in rivers.”

Kahlil Gibran


Song of the Soul
–by Kahlil Gibran

In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song – a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips.

How can I sing it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fear of
Harsh ears.

When I look into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations.
The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glittering stars;
My tears reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a withering rose.

It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.

It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin’s secret;
What string could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?

–Kahlil Gibran


Celebration of Light

July 2, 2016
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The invisibility of essence
formless breath
the lightness of being
the kingdom within
where the Beloved settles like fog
in mountain meadows
where the shepherd roams
where the air is thin and pure…
the songs of the winds crooning through the lips
of the wandering free spirit
the angel- like water tumbling down
the mountain side
the fragments of clouds like spun sugar
spinning sweetness
where pure embracing love
dances like patterns of light
upon a blushing sky
 lacy snowflakes melting on the warm lips
of life itself
 gliding beneath the open palms and fingertips
spreading a balm of joy
healing wounds
psalms of the heart
stroking the strands of silence
to hear the music
of God
A young shepherd boy with a laurel wreath of light
dancing in his curls
is surrendering to the call
of the muse
surrounded by the beauty
of a virgin forest
of soft whispering evergreens
and groves of cypress
giving way to a lion-hearted passion
to reach the pinnacle
of love
where the mountain ends
and the sky begins
where rainbow colors play in the mist
of tears
and the rays
of a golden sun