It is You

Somewhere
Somehow
Our hands brush
Our hearts connect,
Beating for one another.

Invisible touches
Tingle.
Sensing you
Soul to Soul
Feeling your presence.

A strong bond
Pulls.
A magnet
Drawing me to you.
Resistance pointless.

I know you.
Throughout eternity,
I have known you.
Never truly forgetting.
Waiting for us to be.

Every step leading
Me to you,
You to me.
Converging upon the path
To divine love.

Smiling,
I open the door.
"It is you,"
I say.
"I knew it would be you."

Love Sang Softly

Sound rises from within.
A melody all my own
Yet shared
Among others.

A single high-pitched note
To an orchestra of many.
It calls.
I listen.

Wind breathes gingerly
Into my ears
Or through them
I cannot tell.

A peculiar thing is,
The Sound is me
And not me.
The same and yet different.

Filling me,
Flowing within and without.
Tingling as it passes through
Not mine to hold.

Singing,
Lifting,
Releasing.
Sound embraces all.


***The Sound of all Sounds is HU. To find out more about the HU, listen to this! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aEJRQc7o0Y

Acceptance

Feelings burden me,
Weigh me down
Like an anchor plunging
Into the soft sand of the ocean.
What is the cause?

Words of comfort
I whisper to myself.
"Easy now. It will be okay."
Anxiety rushes so deep.
Why?

Questions without answers.
Strong feelings like undercurrents,
Pulling at me,
Ripping me apart.
Origination unknown.

Is it necessary to know?
Maybe not.
Perhaps I need only let them be.
Permitting them to exist
Without reason.

Some days are stormy.
Black clouds hide the sun
Yet it does not mean it is not there
Ever-present
Waiting to shine brighter than ever.

Sun does not wish the storm away
Or take it personal.
It rests patiently behind it
Accepting.
So shall I.

Truth be known,
I know not what I say,
Nor what I do
For I cannot possess it.

A fleeting moment
Like a shooting star.
Presence proclaimed
Disappearing in a breath.

Who am I
But a tool to be used in God's hands.
To shape and be shaped
In accordance with Its will.

I do not exist
Except in and for Its existence.
I am not outside of It
But within the womb of all creation.

The power rushes through me,
Untapped in its potential.
Directed only by the One
I stand clear of myself.

The mind struggles with the immensity
Until put to rest with a divine lullaby.
Love is the question
And yet also the answer.

Letting Go

"Surrender to me your woes,
Your joys and even your love.
Release the mind
So heavy upon your heart."

Carefully placing them in a container,
I hand over a box wrapped in blue
A gold bow positioned meticulously upon it
Like a shining star beckoning the receiver.

Unsure of how to let go,
I hold it a moment longer.
My Master waits patiently,
His love assures me.

Wavering no longer,
I deliver this special package into his arms,
Immediately feeling a release,
A relief from deep within.

"What will be, will be."
I smile as I know it is true.
Suddenly the birds sing
And the sun's rays warm me.

Traveler

"Traveler,
Where do you go?
What do you seek?
Whom do you travel with?"
Asked the man with the twinkling eyes.

"You, Master,"
"I travel with you."
He smiles.
They walk.
Silence dances between them.

He speaks.
She listens intently.
Questions playfully appear and disappear
Existing for a single moment
Gently teasing her to remember.

"Do you know who you are?"
"I am Soul."
"What does it mean to be Soul?"
Pausing, she allowed the words to form.
"Love. Pure, divine love."

Waves washed upon their feet
As the sun rose in all its glory before them.
Watching together the miracle of a new day begin.
The Master took her hand and spoke once more,
"And so it is."

I am love.
You are love.
Recognize it.
Be it.
Enjoy it.

How can we be anything but?
It is our divine right to know and be love.
It is the only thing that matters.
We must know ourselves.
And in this knowing, we discover love.

What other purpose shall we have that will be as worthy?
Never let us stop until we achieve this goal.
Because as we reach into ourselves,
We reach into God.
And from there we can serve the highest.

Forget all you have been told previously.
Forget that you are not worthy in the eyes of many.
For they do not matter.
Let love cleanse you and raise you up.
Let love be all there is and ever was.

You are Soul!
You have wings to fly!
Use them!
Go inwardly and see for yourself,
Truth.

You cannot be held down
For eagles soar.
And you, my friend, are an eagle!

To My Uncle Richie

You once told me, "You are the gift that keeps on giving," but what you didn't know is that so were you! You taught me how to be adventurous, courageous, brave, and to love unconditionally! You taught me to laugh and enjoy life no matter how bad it got or what your circumstances were. You taught me that it wasn't about what you had but what you were able to give that mattered.

I learned to be strong; you had to weather the storm and persevere. I learned that you can make a difference no matter where you are at in life. I learned to be creative. I learned that no matter how little you had, you could always share it with someone else. I learned to love all of life from its tiniest creatures to the biggest.

Today I am missing you. Grief is knocking at my door once again, and I have answered. No sense in ignoring it because it will only come back so I welcome it as I would an old friend. I realize it has come to allow me a way to release the pain I feel in my heart right now, to make my peace with all that has passed, so that I may move on more freely.

So much of my life had been taking care of you and mommy that now that you are both gone I have this big void, and I'm not entirely sure how to fill it, but I am trying. I wonder what would you tell me, Richie? What do you think of all that has come to pass for me?

As tears stream down my face, I acknowledge the sadness but also the joy. I celebrate your life and all of our memories together. I accept the dark moments because they made the light that much brighter; I have become who I am because of them. I am grateful for the time we had together and for all you have given me. I will carry you in my heart always.

It is raining but the sun shines behind the clouds, peeking its head out every now and again for a few short moments. Soon the clouds will gladly part to make way for the sun to shine once again and so it is with life...it goes on whether tears fall or smiles reign, but it doesn't make me miss you any less. I love you!

Heart Dreams

I say unto thee,
"I love you!"
Not with words
But with all of my being.

Singing atoms,
Dancing cells,
In tune divinely
Seeking ever greater heights.

Mingling,
Merging,
Delighting,
We are one.

Rising up!
Cannot be held down.
Power surging
Love igniting

Calling answered.
My heart beats only for thee.
To love and to serve
In capacities not dreamed of.

The yearning of one heart to another cries forth
Like the screaming of a hawk from within.
Heard among the valleys below,
And the vast mountains high.

Soaring on golden wings,
Love searches for its beloved.
Guided by a deep sense of knowingness
Instinctively feeling its presence calling to it.

The rush of the wind fills its inner ears.
I hear you speak
But know not what you say.
Words unformed in its purity.

Can there be such words
Adequate to leave your precious lips?
Or can they not be spoken
Lest they be made profane?

Show me then.
Take me into your arms
And reveal to me your love
In the highest, most divine ways.

My body trembles at love's mere glance.
Its touch burning me with a fire
I have not previously known.
A well of passion not reached before thee.

Lavish me with your kisses
So I may remember you fully
And drink from a cup
Overflowing with all that is good.

Is it that all of life has only been
Leading me unto you and you to I?
Lovers of God serving the Divine through
A merging of the highest qualities between two Souls.

Love by Rumi

Love
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one's might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.

Guidance

The love that I am is guiding me further and deeper into the heart of God. As I breathe in, I accept God's love into every corner of my being. As I breathe out, I return it to life itself in service to all that which is and always has been. Am I nothing if I cannot be used for the Divine Plan? Has my life served no purpose if I have failed to see the love within myself and others?

If Soul is calling and I do not answer then I have missed an opportunity. Let me not fail to see. Open the doors of love, and I shall walk through them. Lead me into the secret places within myself so I may discover my own divinity so that I may serve the highest and greatest good.