Sunrise

In a delirious dream state some time ago, I still remember the way that my head and heart swirled when I let go and became one with the incredible moment pictured below. It was actually a series of incredible moments as the scene progressed and grew more beautiful with the intensifying light. A few days later the poem came. They seemed to be made for each other. I am grateful and humbled that life, itself, chose to share this with me.

(This is where I go when I seem to be gone...)

little yellow flowers

 

Clearing the stagnant clutter

in the pile of good intentions

to find only one little remnant

of a memory which I once thought to love

Hadn't I exorcised this demon

a hundred times before?

Had I not freed the hostage

of my will, my hope, my yearning?

The little yellow flowers meant

nothing to me in terms of wishes

anymore, nothing instead of reality's dream

now just the day's light, burning

And yet I stared, wondering

what

why

when

how

why not?

And when I let it go

I saw beautiful yellow flowers

for what they were and

not for what I had once wished them to be

For they are beautiful

and love is always lovely

and only weightless, soaring high toward heaven

can we fill the emptied, ready heart with glee

Last year I rented a dumpster to dispose of the unnecessary, remnant junk that was weighing me down. I THOUGHT I might have trouble filling it. But I filled it three times, each time to the point of overflowing. Sometimes you have just got to burn down the house. And sometimes, what survives becomes the surprise gift you never saw coming. Gratitude for good, in spite of bad. Let me always be bathed in this grace, and in the love you gave me- even if it was just for a little while. 

 For everything that is bathed in the light of grace, is, and always will be, love. 

Bow to your own heart, your greatest teacher.

The heart of God

You must have been the heart of God
when Love was what God thought of

In the radiance of your loving kindness
You ignited the sky's lights by the billions

And in morning's gift of sky so blue, I swear-
God loves me more, when my thoughts are of you

In you, so right, I am blessed and beloved
for you must have been what God thought of

When God first thought to Love

Wake up!

What if
you were exactly what you are
free from worry, sorrow, disappointment, manipulation, guilt, abuse, being a victim, being a champion?
What if you were humble in your yearnings
yearning only things that honored the good in this world?
What if your truths were
uninhibited manifestations of your heart, divulged fully in your nakedness,
free from worry, sorrow, disappointment, manipulation, guilt, abuse, or control?
What if we were just love, for love's sake, because we love to love, and be loved?

Sigh...

DJ 04.24.12

In the early hours before the sun arose
I heard you calling me

over and over again, through the haze
of sleepy dreams
where the soft flowers slumbered in
their tight little blooms
and the night's tears gathered in
the grassy morning dew


til the light chased away the dream

I heard you calling me
                                        ...I hear you calling me

Goddess

On a drifting love that comes dancing to me
A beautiful vision that my eyes cannot see
Swimming in the breeze between you and me
A wish dispersing stalks of colored ecstasy

Love’s colors mix a gradient blend
With no beginning, and no discernible end
Radiance warming that which could not fill me
When the soft wisps of wishes come to color me

Flying upon the highest vibration of all
I plunge, I lunge, with no thoughts of a fall
And land in the soft spun web of embrace
Hungrily staring into your princely face

Flashes of purple, yellow, green, red and blue
Orbit about us, weaving a violet crown for you
This dream, this vision, this wish for me
Color me, baby, come set my world free

Slide down your rainbow, into my cellar door and we'll be jolly friends forever more...

I guess I need to work on that just a little more, huh?

I'll tumble for ya...

Today, standing staring into the water, I felt love's strong hand brush my face in the touch of the breeze. Would this ambrosial sensation have meant so much, ever, had life not readied me so? Closing my eyes I could hear the rocks tumbling in the sand at the mercy of the water. With no cares about from where they came or to where they were going, they simply danced as the rolling waves commanded. One particularly strong swell rushed in suddenly and the rocks' song exploded as my heart lit up. The wind wrapped itself around me.

Yours is the heart that plays the song my soul knows

In every touch of every breeze and

every rush of every stream 

Your gift of love in every flower's birth

is born in every bloom

With each new day and in every death

you shower me with your loving bliss

And I, the meek and curious soul

filled with wonder, shout

LIFE! 
      ........why do you love me so?

the RAIN STICk

Right as reign
The unquestionable hold that goodness and integrity have, which command your dedication to the light of love (in everyone and everything), where you are your truest god.

Right as rein
The truth of life showing you that where you have been has lead you here, and to where you are going. No questions. To be always in the light.

Right as rain
The bliss of the quenching comfort that soothes and grows all that must not be questioned. It is the soft pitter patter of rain, which as you listen, fills your cup. Drink from the cup and you will live and you will grow.


The cloud bowed down to kiss the earth
the dried land began to tremble
then came the waters' quenching rains
which washed away a thought too simple

It called to me on a cold, rushing wind
that hardened, quickly, my nippled skin
When in every whisper and every shout
the magic of you came pouring in

The winds caressed the mountains' tips
while the valley heaved its sweet refrain
til the night's stiff breeze in reverent joy
billowed hard across the moist, grassy plain


A gush that dripped down me in trickles
as I turned my face toward the invisible sun
Quenched, drenched in this storm, as right as rain
where warmth so rich, had made us one


May I have another glass of wine?

A*muse*ing

My muse is not of
this world or the other
It is a we
in the space between
the here and the there
in the trailing
vibration of laughter
and sobbing tears
in the swift air
shifting
from a clapping hand
or an owl's wing flapping
in the taste of sweetness 
that speaks in a tongue
heard by all who can hear
the beating of one heart
in the soul of the poet of life
scribing the language of
love for all
for one

You are the voice that sings the song my soul knows

Words Of Wisdom

"When we realize that this moment, this situation, this day, in this life, is just a rehearsal for the next thing coming our way- we can relax, do our best and enjoy what is." -me

Why is it that people give credence to things in quotes, more than the sweet words whispered in their own silences?  There is that beautiful center point within a quiet moment when wonder is revealed. There are no quotes around these silent epiphanies. Or are there?

I AM Laura

Thirty-two days into my hiatus of hoping...

Thirty-four days since my heart has hurt. As with anything that I choose to do (and I can do anything I choose), it's just a matter of wanting to. So I granted myself six months in which to finish healing my body and regaining my strength, unleashing the bold energy I've been harboring inside of my hurts and disappointments.

This serenity is like a blanket of fog- cool and refreshing, engulfing me in an anonymity that blocks all entities that might tether me. Free to be alone in my own wonder. Free from all expectations which are merely limitations of bliss.

Waking in the morning to see nothing beyond the faint silhouettes of my soaring pines, I no longer pine for that which would stifle me. Now I join the morning's magnificence as I breathe in all of this quenching water, the conductor of energy so electric... the connection between me and the bliss, the wonder and the source.

There is nothing left but to be grateful for the love I have been given. Not bitter for what I don't have, but blessing that which will always be with me. I send love and light to that which has made me more beautiful.

As the sun rises in the sky the light between the water's molecules brightens and my energy glistens as the glow intensifies in both my eye, my spirit and my body. But not even the sun can burn through this thickness so quickly. This is the moment where I wait for nothing and its wonder carries me to a world which I have not known- and I am finally home.

I am
the wonder in the light
I am
the song of tapping rain
I am
the joy within a giggle
I am
the ocean's crashing fury
and the moon's mighty sway

I am
the night's bright twinkling
I am
the morning's rising way
I am
the tears which quench the wanting
I am
the air we breathe
and the life in the seed

I am
a tree's bough reaching
I am
a bold heart beating
I am
the magick you are seeking
I am
the cry in the night and
the warmth of the light

I am

Good night

Now as I lay me down to sleep
I pray in love, my soul does steep
and if I should die before I wake
I pray my death will not forsake
the dreams I have of love to give
and this love is reason enough to live
for if loving is the reason we came
then living is neither sorry nor shame
So now as I lay me down to sleep
I pray your love and mine will keep
And when we wake in either realm
may bliss be ours, and at our helms

If you love something, set it free... and then go dream about it! :)