Monday, October 31, 2011

Holy Night




Your Holy Light
Shines on the deserted plains of my being

You carry the lamp
That hushes my heart

As a babe in arms I become
When I hear your voice of sincerity

The Holy night answers
In silent reverence
As It witness the
Star of Love born

Returning love to my eyes
A miracle I behold
My soul is filled
With flowers of mercy,
Compassion and tenderness
Surrounded by your sacred heart.


Saturday, October 29, 2011

Floods



My heart floods 

Gates can no longer hold 

Love rushing down the 

Canals of my being. 

Overgrown moss of doubt, 

Fear-ridden boulders held 

Down by cold green tendrils 

Torn out of their muddy prisons, 

Set free by the blue rain of grace. 

Rapids of deep peace 

Cascades into forgotten pools, 

Filled with golden shining fish, 

Carrying jewels to the surface, 

Received into the pouch 

Of my deepest self.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

My Sacred Heart

Forgiveness by Jenna Vincent
http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/jenna+vincent


My Sacred Heart 

My heart sinks, 

On fire, 

Setting into the ocean 

Flaming arrows of light 


I breathe in the Sun 

The sweet saltiness of the sea 

Receive its soothing warmth 

To paint a path of golden light 


Amber liquid 

Searing my throat 

Flowing down into my hurting self 


Sewn together with love’s intent 

Accept the agony of the piercing needle 

Winding in and out 

Attaching the bridal gown 

With the silken thread 


New choices 

Sanctity to be restored 

Free the sacred heart 

Undo the silken cord 

Monday, October 24, 2011




The Light is supernal
The Light is eternal
I Am the Light

The Light is my inner radiance
I Am the radiant Light
I Am the radiance
I Am the Grace that fills the world.


Swami Ramalingam as in the Book of Mary
http://bookofmarysacredheart.blogspot.com

Monday, October 17, 2011




Words have no meaning
They veil and shroud
The emptiness
Words contain all meaning
They embody emptiness
They hold all existence
  
I am the bird
I am the cage
I am the bars of the cage

I am the captive song
I am the feeling in the heart

I am the captive bird
I am the one who captured the bird
I am the one who sings
I am the one who wrote the song

There is no beginning
There is no end
None of this is outside of myself
There is no distinction
No separation
Between bird, heartsong, cage and the wide open sky

I am free
Captured in matter
I suffer and toil
In ecstatic union
A red chested bird
Soaring in a cage!!


Words have no meaning
They veil and shroud
The emptiness
Words contain all meaning
They embody emptiness
They hold all existence
  
I am the bird
I am the cage
I am the bars of the cage

I am the captive song
I am the feeling in the heart

I am the captive bird
I am the one who captured the bird
I am the one who sings
I am the one who wrote the song

There is no beginning
There is no end
None of this is outside of myself
There is no distinction
No separation
Between bird, heartsong, cage and the wide open sky

I am free
Captured in matter
I suffer and toil
In ecstatic union
A red chested bird
Soaring in a cage!!



artwork at http://hergracedevata.blogspot.com

Friday, October 14, 2011

Ode to my Lord



Your love snakes like a fiery river
undulating through my soul

Setting alight the liquid desire within
igniting the passion for the Real

White-hot flames
Tempers the metal
Forges the steel
Honing my soul

Your love flows like a river of ecstasy
Melted ice seeps into my bones
Pooling love into the deserted plains
of my forsaken heart

Your love roars like heavenly winds
Screeching through my throat,
Howling with unearthly delight,
Sweeping me through the darkness,
Into the tunnel of light

With the touch of your fiery eyes,
the pure-white fire of your mind
with the gentlest whisper
the kindest word
With the lightest touch
of your beautiful hand
You melt the iron bars
that trap my soul

Your love breaks my cage
conquers the dragons of fear
Your love sets me free

Only to return
to the Eternal Spring

Where the Two becomes the One

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Holy Temple


Leave your shoes outside the door
before you enter the Holy Temple.
Only purity allowed,
Love by design.
No burning bushes,
no thorn crowns,
no regalia,
symbols or stories.

Strip yourself naked,
remove all layers.
He is waiting inside,
fragrant and moist,
promising ecstasy.
Hold nothing back.

Emptiness filled,
the desert blooms,
the night sky is filled with stars.

At last,
skin on skin.
Strong thighs
and that which can fill my Cup.
The yearning to become one
rolling through muscles,
up into bones,
ligaments, sinew and nerve.

Finally,
I disappear

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Mysterium Tremendum



Mysterium Tremendum, the terrible and awesome mystery

Your face is masked, shielded from prying minds

You cannot be known, by reason, study or dissection

Tear the veil in impatient intellectual pursuit

Tear the Soul, rip her apart

Cast aside the tendrils, of gossamer heavenly silk

Oh mysterious One, both tremendous in your action and being

I tremble in front of your arched gates



Image -  The Wounded Deer by Frida Kahlo

Beauty



Lush purple
Robes of a queen
Holy is She
Who loves me
For who I am
No pretense needed
No specific robes
Prayers straight from the Heart
She is my Mother
The world Her womb
Her arms protect my mind
Against the complex deviance
Simple,
Innocent,
Straight from the Heart
Mine to Yours
All made sacred by Love’s Law

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Forbidden City




A forbidden city of lights
This is where All resides
Hidden behind the gates of ignorance
Cursed are you
The beggar outside
Who cannot see that you belong within

Open your eyes
See the Truth
End your self-imposed
Exile.
You are the City of Lights

The Angel of Love



Love arrives,
unbidden, uninvited
cloaked by darkness,
unseen by most.

Carrying an armful of lilies
and in the other,
he holds a spear high.

A white lily for you
my sleeping princess,
as he kisses her awake.
The flower of innocence restored.

And another,
still wet with tears,
belong to you:
compassion to live in your heart.

And this one,
my sweetest love,
stood in the greenest fields,
danced the wildest
in the golden light,
and she carries your name.

A thousand years have passed.
You have always belonged to me.
I have come to be with you,
to wake you up,
to the memory of who you are.

It is time he says,
gently embracing her body
thrusting the spear into her heart.


Cauldron of Love





Dark, dark, swirl the waters
 in the black Cauldron.

She looks into its smooth surface
 and sees only the  reflection of imperfection.

No, she cries, madly swirling the waters
breathing her poisonous breath
into the words,
‘you are not good enough’,
‘you need to be more, better, taller, thinner, kinder,
sadder, happier, angrier, slower, faster, whatever,
you need to be perfect,
you need to be more like Her’

Slowly she crawls away, never looking back,
ignorant of Her Divine reflection in the
blackness of the dark waters of the Cauldron
of Life.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Swan Princess




She glides gracefully on the mirror of water
Content to bask in the beauty of her own reflection

Arching her neck proudly
Arrogantly the crown glints in the light of the sun

One unto herself
She needs no-one

The waters stir
Passions churn
Turmoil
Old rotten leaves mulched into mud
Flies up, black everywhere
Water churns, splashes,
Intense waves form

In the white foam He appears
Wearing the moon on his crown

He surrounds her
Make her His
His embrace splits her being, pierces her heart
Radiant light snakes through their bodies
Conjoining them into One

Feathers splayed, wings spread
Stretching to the ends of the Sky
Necks arched
A halo of light as two crowns meet
Graceful heads bowed
 Love fulfilled

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Grace



I drink from Her cup
Filled to the brim
She shares drops of pure love

My beached heart
Soaks in the lapping waves

White horses galloping
Fear tamed by Grace

Like a child I can be
Trusting
Lying basking in the sun
Trusting
Loved in my deepest self
Collecting shells on the sand

I have been found
Wandering aimlessly in the dark
Struggling to reach a ghostly mountaintop
No steady footing
No sure guide

She saved me
Rescued me
Such love I have never known

What seemed far in the distant past
What seemed impossible to reach in the future
Is here now

So I reach for the stars
Filling my basket
With apples of Love

Peering into the pools of Her eyes
In the Grace mirrored

Of my deepest Self