We bloom in the light of love

 

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….

N.

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

 

 

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
and
in all life..
for this is the secret
of the Beloved
only Love can give.

N.

Only the Beloved..

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

balancing……centering………

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

that

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

where

we feel the blessing and the glory

of the Light

that

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

N.

The awakening of the heart

 

 

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.

N.

The kingdom is within you

 

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.

N.

A beloved guest poet …

“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

 ~

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

through

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

 ~

N.