In the cycle of death
beyond time and space
a light
boldly sings
an essence of forever being
and my soul remembers why I am.
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meditation
Open Books
Can you read without listening to the words?
Can you see without hearing thoughts?
Ignorance protects.
Love opens.
Time to bow to the listening side of our hearts.
Image thanks to gacochran@wordpress
This place
Hearing something ahead
songs of those with voices only
nothing to touch though reaching deep
Fearing the fall
knowing nothing but the view
of love from inside out
in this place.
Sunday
liturgy
Each awakening comes with that moment we rise to a new day.
As the imaginings of night fade with each breath of morning sun, the liturgy of our daily sabbath begins and our soul celebrates.
To know
To know the beat of waves in rhythm
stripping, striking stone to sand
gasping breath and fear together
pushed and pulled in chords of love.
Prayer
startled wakened in a scream
threatened breath
strangled dream
yet i lay me down again
a soul to keep
from terror ends
finding morning’s choir of love
hymns of peace
with eyes of God.
