Sunday, July 14, 2013

Rooms of Love

The golden Sun radiates beyond
what is known and beyond the unknown;
The Presence comes quietly in the
darkness of the night.
Opens the door
and fills the rooms of love
illuminate the treasures that my heart holds.


The Secret

The Secret

The Mystery of the Heart is a secret.
Sometimes it is whispered to the moon,
or a crow.
My body holds the secret.
Never is it revealed to ears that cannot hear, or eyes that cannot see.
Behold!
The secret of life is a mystery
only to be understood by the deepest self
It is the mystery that calls me;
It is the secret that takes me ever deeper
into the heart of love.
In my most vulnerable moments
I am totally free.
In my mystery I am most known.
In my deepest pain I am most whole.
In my aloneness
I am with it all
Living the mystery
is the greatest secret of all