The Great Migration

The great migration is happening
In earnest now,
As if some grand invisible invitation
Has been issued.

And they are returning home
By the thousands;
These utterly unique aspects of Being-ness.

From the east and west,
The north and south,
From cliff and cave
And all the hidden places.

There is no force equal to this Call
As Love reclaims Itself
In all of it's many disguises,
Leaving nothing to the imagination.

Everything Singing

Have you been outside tonight?
There is a bright sliver of moon
Rising over the hills in the west, and
A chorus of coyotes chanting Alleluia in the next field.
Tonight the blue spruce stands tall, 
Steeped in silent majesty.
And tonight, like every other night,
Meteors and whole galaxies streak by,
Everything singing
Your holy name.

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.