Sacred Vessel

Empty 
Yourself
Of yourself.
Open,
And let 
The
Universe
Fill
You.

Chanting the Mystery

Dark of night

Owl in the pine tree

Chants his seed mantra

Hu Hu Hu Hu Huuuuu

The Land of Dreams

After falling through the rabbit hole

Into the Land of Dreams

You say you want to return Home.

And immediately you begin to imagine

All the ways you could return.

You could...

Find those magical red dream shoes, 

Build a dream ladder,

Fly a dream plane,

Hop on on a dream rocket ship.

And if you do, you will have

No shortage of adventures,

All designed to keep you ever more enchanted

With the dream.

After falling through the rabbit hole

Into the Land of light and dark

Of war and peace, and endless becoming,

You say you want to go Home.

But I tell you,

You don’t need to go anywhere.

Just be still.

The Ocean of This Love

Blessed Mother Divine

I melt in your sacredness.
Floating in this pool of nectar,
All boundaries disappear
And your Call, 
like a homing signal
pulls me deep into this Mystery.

Om Devi, Eternal One,

I am lost

In the Ocean of this Love.

Garland of Letters

Dancing by the fire

I hear the voices of the Ancients

Chanting sacred seed sounds;

Each one an illuminated prayer,

Each one carrying the Name of the One

Who lives inside my chest.

Pure Abandon

The grasshopper knows how to celebrate!

While white clouds glide across a sky of sapphire blue

And golden leaves float gently to the ground;

As the earthen trail is warmed by afternoon sun,

These long legged pranksters

Abandon their grass houses, run wild into the streets, and…

Dance!

Leaping with great abandon

Sometimes sideways, almost backward,

They fling themselves through the sunlit silence that is

Laced with a gentle rat-a-tat-tat of a hidden sister winged thing,

Sharing purple flowers that sway in the gentle breeze,

With soft yellow butterflies and bees that look like fairies.

Everything here

Dancing.

Everything offering itself completely

To the Infinity

In this season of letting go

And letting come.

(photo by Mark Plonsky)

Holy Communion

There is a river that runs
Just below the surface of our everyday focus,
Where the forest mushrooms chant praises to Gaia
Across a luminous network of Love,
And Monarchs find their way south
Without compass or protection.
Where bees dance in sacred geometry,
And whales chant the names of god
in ways that only our hearts can recognize.

Whenever you feel lost or alone,
Be still for just a moment,
And listen. 
Listen underneath...
Listen to the Song that Love is singing.

Behold I am with you always. Everywhere you look, there I am.

~goldenflower

(Image - Evening Song Joe Gilronan))

I Bow to the Mystery

I bow to the Mystery 

That lies within 

And around me.

I bow to this Call 

That cannot be denied,

Even as I often find myself

Walking in the wilderness

Of the Unknown.

I bow to this “Yes!” that 

Answers the Call, and

Knows Itself 

As the way 

Home.