skylark lifting into open sky

  effortlessly

   beyond

    imagination

        possible..

I welcome this change, though I know it not

coming as it does from the depths that call us to heal.

I know not where I am as all before me unfolds

like wings of a bird preparing for flight, trembling

then the sudden rush of air under lifting wings..

Enter into life the way you enter

into a deep forest,

all senses awake

to wonder…

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Come away with me

to the fairy wood.

Hear the sound of contentment

in the brook

whispering to the breeze,

whirling leaves,

dogwoods bending over,

giving shelter

secrets hidden in the shadows

and hollows of trees…

As we curl into stillness,

a felt presence is carrying us

but not into sleep…

opening the gate,

never, our hearts having been broken, could we see like this

no longer numb, the despair calls forth wandering,

yet tender obedience to our brave eyes now seeing

with the patience of seasons

the birthing has arrived…

The dervish spins, one hand facing earth,

the other facing heaven

until he touches the face of God..

Beyond all the seasons and reasons not to love

it’s in our bones, to love.

When we are thread bare of kindness and need to rest,

still we hold a hand and listen. And so we love…

How…everyday… you do it

you rise from sleep with with a thought

the this is the day yo expected

Yet this day, that seeming inconsequential act

becomes a rising into an unsettling possibility

that this could be a new day

that you haven’t experienced before..

There is stillness in everything.

Listen for it,

Wait upon it,

when you find it, bow before it.

It is a deep pool of wonder…

come sit with me

quiet that beating heart of yours, dear one

my love is in the air your breathe…

Opening into the stillness

I find the soul comes present with me

a sense of being…held

in the arms of love so deep

I cannot speak

only weep in wonder…

Ocean waves,

glistening edges of light

moving into the heart

of one who knows his life is ebbing…

There’s a new feel in the air today,

the wind’s scent is beyond the chill of fall.

Golden hues light the trees reaching higher

into a deeper blue of sky than I have ever seen…

I too, cry for the children. Tears spent, love deeply spent, prayers given, knowing somehow they are received.… My letter to the Children:

Children know everything.

If you look carefully,

you can see it in their eyes.

Beliefs I used to cling to

blow away like leaves in autumn,

when tested by the winds of change.

Some say, this earth journey is only

a sorrow, a sleep and a forgetting.

I say there is more…

Emerging from the chrysalis,

wings unfolding and stretching out as in the awakening body,

the newly winged body of the butterfly,

she intuitively knows the precise timing of this unfolding,

Let life open you.

Otherwise your gifts

remain unopened.