I am a grain of sand nestled in the
supportive embrace of infinite particles
Of rock and sea - brought together into delicate form.
I am a grain of sand,
swept into unity of baking earth and desert winds.
The wind carries me
without course or destination. The sea empties me back and forth; back and
forth -flowing with great
power as her waves
move in rhythmic design.
The sea bends with the
force of the Moon and lays still at times in gentle pools.
I AM a brilliant ray
of Heavenly Light, each particle brought together in perfect unity with the
Source of All Creation.
My limitless Light bends with the flow of many journeys. I AM a breath of
the One Breath.
I Am a song of
infinite union as the Great Symphony opens like a new dawn
to welcome my pure tone of divine
I Am the song of the morning
doves. I Am the voice of many elders.
I Am the heart of the One Heart.
Where the river joins
to the sea, I Am there; swept into the precious and divine current.
I Am Boundless. I Am Free.
My river flows
powerfully over the rock beds below; then gently meandering through quiet pools.
As I flow with the
sacred current, I Am held. I am safely guided back toward the sea of the
I Am the sea. I Am the
molecules of light that sing itself into endless form.
My song carries me
toward the Sea.
My sweet surrender becomes the wings of my Soul.
I flow with grace in
pure union as I awaken to the remembrance of the harmony that I AM.
I Am the Song
that guides the Sea.
That I Am.
The Rose of My Heart
The rose comes in the lateness
of spring -creeping into summers heat
And standing like
beautiful towers of light in the richness of the seasons harvest.
If you can catch the rose
in the cocoon, you will wait with her, as she slowly opens her petals.
Full of fragrance and beauty,
Her birth comes suddenly; and, with the shortness of her life,
the soft petals fall
away from the core -One by One.
You are the Rose that gathers courage to
finally open its petals to BLOSSOM fully;
Ever-knowing , Beloved, that your
petals are like swift kites in the sky, guided by the breath of the Wind.
In the garden of life,
I relish the wildness
of each flowing grass,
each fallen leaf,
each naked limb of winters
For even in the
stillness of winter, I have the remembrance of spring and of each season
-ready to POUR ITSELF
I wait in the stillness for the
rose of my heart to blossom; not with hurried anticipation; but, with a deep
Of the beauty,
strength, tenderness and grace that is born in my season.
A Parable of Timelessness
find myself breathing in the wafts of sea breeze while my nostrils take in the
chill of the morning air. As far as the eye can see,
The blue-green waters
spread out like a blanket of forever. I wonder to myself, how far these
waters touch. Where do they travel on
this day? Vast
shorelines strung together for endless miles, flowing into narrow streams,
rivers and tributaries. Yet, before me, the soft, white
smooth pebbles of sand
and rock invite my attention. I watch, as the waves carry foam and sea
against the land with such force -then gently
pulling away its power
Waves moving into,
flowing out in one motion like a song with great rhythm. The heartbeat
seeds its way into me; and, for this single moment,
I am the vastness of the
sea and the single wave touching the sand.
the wave. I am the waters flowing
I am the sea
spray and the wind beating breaths of waves against the giant rocks
giving way to the power, carving into them a signature of time.
pebble of sand is barely recognized once we pull it from the vast beaches.
Set apart, this small piece is vulnerable in the morning wind.
Where will the wind take
it? It moves out into the expansiveness of time. Can we recognize
one pebble from the others? Under a microscope,
Perhaps, we would notice
that each shape is unique and different. Yet, the beach hold the millions
of pebbles close together in unity.
The ocean waters flow to
endless places; yet one tiny drop dissolves against the sun-baked rocks.
Is it gone forever?
No. Only transformed -taken back into the air, drank in
by the stones, giving life to All.
If time were the ocean, we would
recognize the preciousness of the one drop of water. Nothing is lost.
Time holds nothing and everything.
Time holds One Moment and
Like the eternal flow of the tides, we are held in timelessness.
I reached down with my
hand to scoop up the grains of timelessness. If I am the one small pebble,
I am also the rock. If I am the One drop
Of water, I am also the vast
reaches of the Ocean waters. I am similar and unique. I am large
I am small. I am vulnerable and I am Strong.
all things in this moment that is endless and without end.
yourself to unfold in the divinity of Grace
To Dance Upon
The West wind
brings in the song of the dream. The voice whispers quietly
at first, to
awaken the deep wells of my Soul. "Wake up! Wake up; and
you are", came the strong Song dancing in my heart.
I began to
tremble inside, like the rising of a new mountain within me. My heart beat
rapidly with every note of the song.
I danced with
the rhythm of the breeze flowing through me. My body became lighter and
lighter and I began to feel the brush of giant wings against my face.
Tears of awe were trickling from the corners of my eyes, for it felt like a
blush of Golden Angel Light -filling my heart like a rushing river.
I lay still in
the aftermath of this whisper of my Soul's Song and deeply activated the vision
of this beautiful 'dance of Wings'. This precious seed of awakening,
reminded me that my ancient soil ached to be renewed and reborn.
I Am the
I am the Gardner
that tills the soil of my evolution,
infinite potential, the foundation of limitless creation.
There is a road,
I have discovered, that emerges within our very Soul.
wondrous, this road has no reproductions. It is ours alone to shape,
carve, plow, smooth and create.
Like a circle of
Radiating Light, this road interconnects with every circle of life, Universes
We are One
in the essence of Love. We are all part of the sacred Circle of Life.
There are many
voices; yet, there is but ONE SONG
the Symphony of the Sacred Sound Stream.
Heartbeat of All that Is.
May we Remember
this exquisite Song that we are, and
Come to the
river of endless flow
to dance upon
To celebrate the
gift of Heaven that lives within our Heart..
The Journey of Compassion
the journey of compassion, we find the road that intersects our Divine Heart.
We find the seed of all remembrance for every road... for every
experience to be felt, lived and BREATHED.
waits for us to spark the infinite breath of Love for All of Creation.
Rich hues of orange-red radiates like a
firefly dancing on the horizon's edge with such reverence.
In this precious moment
of the sleeping waves of sunset, I watch past the vast ocean stretching with
The softness of the Sun
allows me to linger in its solitude.
I Am drinking in the
beauty of this gift NOW.
Gently, I breathe in the
vibration of peace and infinite spirals of gratitude
As my heart center
expands with ease.
In this vision, I am
awakened ever deeper to the remembrance of the sanctity of All Creation.
In this still dance of
peace, all of Creation is swept into my beingness.
I freely embrace this
unity, for the song whispers lovingly to my soul.
voice shares with soft grace. "Remember the Light of Oneness that you
May we come to the altar
of our Child heart. In this breath of innocence, we will awaken ever
greater to the knowledge of
We are birthed in the mystery of
no beginning and no end.
Every fiber of our being
holds the ancient secrets of All time and space.
We are the gateway of the
joyous dance of Heaven.
Within our center lies
the jewel of light that connects us absolutely with the Universal Source.
O' how my heart
intersects with such thanksgiving for this moment of unlimited potential.
In the breath of Unity, I
discover the reunion of the I AM.
There can be nothing
hidden in this eternal light of Oneness.
In this moment,
I remember that I AM the crystal prism in which All of Creation meets with
had the choice of barely loving
Without opening the petals of my Heart
hold another in that bliss of love,
loving with the openness of a Wild Rose,
would choose love.
in barely loving,
cannot truly bloom;
Surely, I must be in the blush
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