Posts Tagged ‘God’

We stand on the shoulders of their faith

January 26, 2015

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Abraham! Joseph! Moses! Mary! Jesus!

We whisper their names in awe and wonder

becoming aware of their stories

and the creative power of their faith

standing alone in a call from a Voice

within their hearts

sometimes asking the impossible

following love in dreams and visions

that no one could prove

Yet they were launched on a mission

they could not explain

only knew they must follow

one step at a time

moment by moment

a journey

that changed everything

looking for a new way of living

in the kingdom of the soul

A God of Love has infinite faces

knowing our hearts

and longings

our possibilities

Love awakens and empowers

the spirit to move us

into the great arms of belonging

and belovedness

We stand on the shoulders of thousands

who followed a call

of those who were moved by faith

to help create a new world

of freedom

to become a seeker

an explorer

a pilgrim of wonder

in the magnificent light

and glorious mystery

of the wilderness of God

Naomi

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Painting by Rassouli

“Faith”

All glory is thine, O Lord

January 3, 2015

 

 

 

 

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In a mother’s heart

a secret opens

like the mystery

and flowering beauty

of spring,

when she tenderly

kisses her child,

she kisses the face of love,

and Mary felt

in her soul

that she was kissing

the face of God,

that the child in her arms

was the wonder

of the great I am

settling softly as a babe

in her arms.

 

pinnacle of prayer

March 24, 2014

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The presence of the Beloved
is the pinnacle and rising answer
to all prayer
Each morning when I sit quietly
and open my heart to my God
I feel the Silence surrounding me
tenderly sliding a morning breeze
around my shoulders
softly brushing my lips..
a deep feeling of love slips
into the sanctuary of my soul
prayer becomes a Joy ..
soaring beyond words
for pure love carries
its own promise
of presence
whatever comes…..

N.

the nameless mystic arises like the sun from within you

January 27, 2014

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How does the mystery unfold in your life…….
how does the mystic come into your awareness……..
what attracts you into the unknown…….
into the rising wonder of the imagination
and the bewildering experience of love….
what voice whispers to you in the night……
is the muse in your heart calling you…….
is the beauty of your soul shining its golden rays
to touch you with the light
of the Divine Beloved…………………………
listen…….listen ……
for every name dwells in the Beloved……..
in the remembering of God

the embryos of dreaming

January 10, 2014

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Giving birth to something new
we see ourselves in it
beholding
something of the dream
from which it came

we become more
than we ever were before
as sparks ignite the flames
the water turns to vintage wine
matter thins to light
launching music high on the wind
into a sky of feeling
of the sweet and wild secrets
only love can touch
in surrendering moments
of something so real

the touch is unbearably tender
asking us
to bear the nearness
without clinging
a fluttering dance
like butterflies dancing
on naked skin

as the brush of eyelashes
caresses the heart
warm breath rises
like the mist
on the fragile wings of lightness
a sigh born from the freedom
to feel

laughter turns to colors
breaking the mirror
set free to dance with a life
of their own

to be swept into the arms
of such a creative lover
in the night

is to touch
the still point
of a spiraling existence
of blossoming
belovedness

the dream is real
unwrapped by silence
the breeze
ruffling the hair
with fingers of spirit

whispering the wave to rise
the sun to flame out
calling the tide to disappear
into the sea
something slides inside
to pierce the heart
and fills the womb
of creativity
with starlight
swimming in the warm nectar
of life

the castling mystery of love
enchants and bewilders
beyond our knowing
and drowns us
in One so exquisite
and enchanting
spirit becomes the essence
of breathless
emanations of divine flow

we dare not make
such a luminous caress
less than God intends
but simply
let it glow
and light the world
with kindness

N.

St. John of the Cross

August 25, 2009

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O living flame of love

Stanzas the Soul Recites in Intimate Union With God.

Living Flame of Love
by St. John of the Cross

1. O living flame of love
that tenderly wounds my soul
in its deepest center! Since
now you are not oppressive,
now consummate! if it be your will:
tear through the veil of this sweet encounter!
2. O sweet cautery,
O delightful wound!
O gentle hand! O delicate touch
that tastes of eternal life
and pays every debt!
In killing you changed death to life.

3. O lamps of fire!
in whose splendors
the deep caverns of feeling,
once obscure and blind,
now give forth, so rarely, so exquisitely,
both warmth and light to their Beloved.

4. How gently and lovingly
you wake in my heart,
where in secret you dwell alone;
and in your sweet breathing,
filled with good and glory,
how tenderly you swell my heart with love.

Our Whispering Hearts

June 5, 2008

Wild storms and lightning raged through the night,

flooding the courtyards already heavy with rain,

as fire from the skies flashed a million times

sending rumbling messages through my sacred time.

How do we read the thunder that rattles the walls

of houses and fills our hearts with awe?

I listen to the stillness of my whispering heart.

Our gentle loving and merciful God has a wild side,

and storms demolish towns and set fire to things.

Creation scatters wildflowers along our path,

but it also uproots trees and floods our homes.

We learn something about beginning again.

May we remember to reach out our arms

to touch and embrace each other,

and may we never forget to raise them in prayer

 to reach for the Source and Essence of this life

we have been so graciously given.

 

Naomi

 

The Light of Love at Dawn

May 28, 2008

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The day dissolves into the twilight of evening, and we fall into midnight, a time when it is possible to cross the threshold from one dimension into another. The world clock has names for the zones around the world.  My heart has come to know it as the meeting time for mystics. We enter the darkness to discover the truth that can not be learned, but it is experienced and felt in a world beyond what is visible to the outer senses.

Around three, I hear the chanting from the monasteries around the world as the cloistered ones gather quietly for prayer when the soul sings from a rhythm that opens in the heart, to pray with all other hearts under the cover of night beneath the light of the moon. The voices are so in tune as to be one voice as they flow like a river to the sea into the open heart of God.

Dawn is a time of awakening when the heart and soul and mind and body rise from the vigil of the night and begin to dance in a swaying movement that crosses the horizon into the light, ascending and arising with the sun. The silence harbors a reverence that is a rapt attention of all creation giving way to the first sounds of the songs of the winged ones, when the birds and the angels discover their wings, and the breeze slips in, ruffling the hair, leaving soft kisses on the eyes and the lips. Lovers turn and surrender to the touch, knowing it is the moment when the beloved comes, to whom all revelations are already known and from whom no secrets are ever hidden. 

Some pull the covers over their heads, hide their eyes from the too muchness of the moment, turn away from the face of morning, and seek the shielding of the covers still warm with sleep. The summon to awaken in the arms of the beloved is a call that comes in the cystal clear purity of morning, in the first rays of a living light. The light intensifies and longing meets longing in the chambers of the heart. It is a time of anointing, and the moment of union is sanctified by tears.  The heart is laid open to beauty and to the deep joy of divine love.  The heart is given freely, purely, and completely, yielding and surrendering to the Love for which it was created.  The reason for being flashes like lightning in the soul. Water is turned to wine, and bread becomes the body of the beloved. 

The holy hour of communion is the sacred crossing into eternal life. The words are veiled in mystery, for they are living words and can only be perceived in the soul of the lover.  The voice and name and face of the beloved is so protected, the entire army of heaven could not reveal it.  The triumph of love has been assured since the first moment of creation.

We are the wandering people of God coming home to an existence that has no name, no place, and it is without beginning and without end. We arrive in the golden light of belovedness and know the sweet essence of eternity.

Naomi