Birdsong

Agitation, doubt, confusion...

Fly in like birds,

Flocking all around me,

Calling my name.

I answer them in return,

"Come, Beloved.  
Come. 
Come and Dance."

Gratitude

Gratitude
Rises up,
Spinning like a phonograph record
Within the Heart
Of Being;
Expanding,
Touching everything it meets
In pure Namaste

Pure Grace

This moment is pure Grace.
Just as it is.
Just as you are.

Not in some future perfect state
Nor in a past blissful recognition.
Grace is here. 
Now...

In this storm
In this contraction
In this falling down
In this unexpected twist

Grace can only be found Here
Just as you are.
Just as it is.

Welcome Home.