delicacy of flow of spirit

delicacy of flow

i write as i live

in an energizing

stream

of light and breath

for love

has its own

momentum

 *

we feel the rhythm

of the heart

for we are all

contained

in the music

of a larger heart

 *

a stream of energy

simply flows where it goes

and the same light

dances on the prairie

as on the ripples

and waves of the sea

in which we are all embraced

 *

the same source dances us

into the day

the same pulse of life

beats in all awakening hearts

and the same breath

breathes us into being

 *

the music of the heart

rises from the sweep and touch

of divine fingers

and the light that circles there

is as rich and golden

as the pure light pouring

through the sun

 *

when the heart begins to sing

the song emerges

springing from joy

whether in the darkness of night

or the glow of morning

for it opens

from within that greater heart

and music flows

from a glorious mystery

no one

can truly name

 *

music is always new

like the breath

no matter how it sounds

to another

for love is encoded

with a beauty only the heart

can recognize

and only unseen eyes

can behold

 *

words dance out of the darkness

like our lives dance

and swirl in the curls

of beauty

that have entrapped mystics

through the ages

and time stands still

and falls away as a measure

that has no meaning

to the heart

 *

there is no such thing

as separation

to the pulsing heart

of one abiding in the mystery

that listens

to all longing hearts

of countless beings

who have sweetly surrendered

their boundaries

to love

right here on earth

 *

i am not a poet

in the sense of category

but the poetry of the heart

has taken command

over the gardens that grow

from my fingers

each one brushing

and freely stroking the keys

or caressing the pen

with love

 *

everything falls from a source

beyond my ability

to describe or control

it tumbles like a waterfall

into the fall line

of a timeless stream

energizing

this life

moment by moment

 *

all the histories of all

of the faces and names

ultimately melt

in the dancing flames

of the beloved

and only the one

who sustains

my heart remains

 *

this sweet existence

is the perfect

transparency

for this invisible flame

as the shimmering wings

of poetic vision

are carried by the light

of life itself

 *

N.

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delicacy of flow of the spirit of belovedness

as it increases in beauty

the more humbling it is

the more aware we become of how little we are

in the presence of pure love

the One who graces us with the gifts

of light and mercy

of living water

of glory

always creating

and spreading beauty

beneath our feet

and before our eyes

through our hands

flowing through our heart

and soul

and spirit

our higher mind

our breath and life itself

ultimately

we surrender it all to mystery

and the Source of the eternal spring

the beloved’s nature

is to give and give

out of the pure Joy of giving..

N.

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