The Music of the Spheres

Listen for the soundless sound.

The roaring whisper. 
The music of the spheres.
It is right here in the midst of This.
Just behind the image,
Underneath the story.
Slow down for just a moment and listen.
Can you hear it...
The song that Love is singing?




(photo by Will and Matt Burrard-Lucas)

Spreading Out in All Directions

Let the Mystery speak to you.
It’s here right now 
Just underneath the mind's chatter
And filling everything with its magnificence.
Misunderstanding is all that separates you from experiencing
This infinite Breath that breathes you
This Stillness that spreads out in all directions
This Love that sets you free.


(painting by Melissa Harris)

Some Days You Dance

Some days you dance,
Some days you weep.
Some days you drop deeply into the Stillness 
And let the wordless hymn of Creation sing you through.
And no matter what...
You remain, as you have always been;
The undivided One.
The changeless One.
The pulse of Being.
You have never been anything other than This.
Om Sat Chit Ananda.

(photo by David Lloyd, wildlife photography)

This Light

May each breath be a prayer
To this Light I am; 
Each inhale and exhale
the ultimate expression of form and formless through me.
May I be a conscious witness, acting in service to
This Love that set the worlds in motion.
Even as the earth quakes and the systems shake,
As one form dies that another may be born,
Even as this story of power and love play out,
May I be a Lighthouse, shining brightly what is True,
The Music that whispers the Holy name across the vast infinite,
A Mirror reflecting the Truth that is everywhere;
This Love that sets us free.

~goldenflower

(Art - "Souls Journey" by Freydoon Rassouli)

Portal of Presence

As the old paradigm is burning itself down all around us
Can you allow yourself to rest back in the Awareness
That never comes and goes?
To speak and act out of that Stillness?
To be a portal of Presence
A vessel of Mercy
A lighthouse that radiates
What has always been true;
This that I Am.

Divine Breath

This week as Shiva and Shakti meet in tantric ecstasy,

And the Great Eastern Sun illuminates the darkness,

There is a grand and most intimate invitation

To leave behind all knowing, all safety, 

And instead, follow Krishna and his magic flute into the Mystery.

This week as we let go of certainty, and 

As one rug after another is pulled from underneath us, 

We are invited to trust what we cannot (yet) see with our eyes. 

To notice the Divine breath that infuses our very being,

To dissolve into that Breath which is right here in this very moment,

Offering us the experience of

Our very own true nature 

That Is shining everywhere in joyous celebration of Itself.

Earth Rise

I have found myself weeping at the oddest moments these days.
Driving in the car, walking in the grocery store, talking with a friend,
As a wave of our shared grief, the pain of disconnection, arises.
This deep ancient pain of separation. 
This pain that can no longer be contained, denied, ignored.

I have found myself weeping at the oddest moments these days.
Driving in the car as I see the majestic Rockies just ahead
Revealing the unshakeable Grace that is always Here.
Walking in the Silent Night as the snow laden branches and silent fields
Carry the message of deep deep peace that is the Ground of our Being.

When I can pause, and open to the deep deep Silence underneath the chatter, When I listen with the heart,
There is the whisper of the peace that passeth understanding,
down in my heart, down in my heart,
Where it has always been...
Even as we are all being broken open to the Mystery
That is beyond anything we can imagine.