This hour…
This day…
I am guided by divine Wisdom
I am healed by divine Love
I am blessed by divine Joy
I walk in Gods’ Grace
This moment and every moment of my life
And So It Is!
-Elizabeth Lamb
This hour…
This day…
I am guided by divine Wisdom
I am healed by divine Love
I am blessed by divine Joy
I walk in Gods’ Grace
This moment and every moment of my life
And So It Is!
-Elizabeth Lamb
I have abundant health
I want to stay in vibration with Source
I can ask for and receive anything I desire
I love life in all its seasons
I speak and the universe listens
I see Source working
I know I am on the right path
Boy, come over here
I need you near
Lean in close
Kiss my nose
Close your eyes
And let time fly
A sigh upon my neck
Sends me into orbit
The rumble from your chest
Against my breast
Is like honey to my soul
Making me want go where you go
Boy, take me with you
We’ve paid our dues
It’s gonna be alright
Just hold me tight
Kiss me deep
And I’m yours to keep
So turn up the music
Get right down to it
Glide right on in
I want to feel you within
Hey boy, come here
You can never be too near
He smiles and I can’t keep from smiling back
Eyes twinkling, he pulls me in to remove the slack
Blue eyes to green we speak without words
He looks away and my cheeks burn
In no hurry, we sway with abandon
And I feel myself slowly come undone
Yeah, I slowly come undone
He says my name and I catch my breath
Who knew a word could have that depth
Fingers glide across gold, silken skin
At once I feel a forgotten stirring within
I breathe in the scent of his soap, his shampoo
And I feel that time has become new
Yeah, time has become new
The leaves are falling and so are we
I believe it’s simply meant to be
We have so much to learn in the afterglow
But I have a feeling it will be a straight road
He pulls me in to remove the slack
He smiles and I can’t keep from smiling back
Yeah, he smiles and I smile back
Crawl quietly back into bed
Pull the covers over my head
Mothers’ words have cut again
Twisted reasoning without end
Must. Remain. Here. for now
As soon as possible, take a bow
Breathe to release the energy
Don’t let this become my destiny
Weave and mend the web of life
Summon courage to end strife
I’m empty inside.
The bleak darkness of depression has become my steady companion again.
I have tried to shake it.
I have:
taken a walk
sat in the sunshine
listened to the birds singing
looked at beautiful pictures
read lovely posts
painted
cried
slammed my fists into a pillow
slept
stayed awake
been quiet
turned up the radio…
Nothing can help me when this depression grabs hold.
I will ride it out like I have dozens of other times, I’m sure.
I’m just so damn tired.
So tired.
He introduces me to grace and mercy
Reflections of a love unpracticed by me
Compassion and unconditional love
For one unknown to dance above
She has forever dealt with the devil
So for her daughter she won’t come level
Won’t admit to her numerous failings
Regardless of those fleeting feelings
He takes her old, frail hand
Tries to lead her to another land
The daughter shakes her head in disbelief
Wanting so much for her own release
She has waited so very long
Has yet to sing her own song
She fights the surge of betrayal
While he quietly remains loyal
They wish for the same dream
A quiet life with sweet cream
Until the old woman passes on and away
She holds their beautiful lives in her sway
He remains certain of happy dreams
Working as the anchor for their team
She provides the winding direction
Her heart no longer sure of the projection
The path has been uncertain of late
But he feels certain of good fate
He introduces me to grace and mercy
Reflections of a love unpracticed by me
He feels their hearts inside his own
He points the way to a better home
The blush of a Robins’ breast,
The subtle violet hues of a sunset,
These are the heaviest things on my mind today.
Sweet love songs on the radio,
Staying in pjs with nowhere to go,
I’m living in heaven, if only for one day.
Blue and yellow make green,
Thoughts focused on a scene,
Painting releases a me I never knew.
Light brush stokes on watery paper,
Can only hint at what’s behind the maker,
I’ll leave it to you to decide what it means.
Burnt umber for a bark with grey undertones,
Pretending I’m sitting under the tree alone,
Wondering what the purple flowers smell like.
My heart is filled and my soul is singing,
Now I’m aloft with the birds who are winging,
My eyes are keen for a distant shore.
The blush of a Robins’ breast,
The subtle violet hues of a sunset,
These are the heaviest things on my mind today.
Come, let’s join hearts and hands
Sail together to peaceful lands
You are not you, I am not me
We are actually one body
Souls joined in the Divine
Meeting again across all time
Contracts for these lives, we agreed
To this particular experience, you see
A heavy load we now carry
Past lives we played and tarried
Maybe we were the first to say
“After me, to hell with your decay”
Now we are here to balance the scales
The breath of our cries will lift the sails
We will absolutely make it past Pluto
Thanks to a sun-kissed type of Leo
A peaceful warrior unknown to most
Can heal us all as the ultimate host
So come, let’s celebrate
We are learning to bend and break
Old cycles needed correction
We can sail far on our shared connection
Real love, real hope, however life bites
We can be healed within each night
Be birthed new in moon glow
Given the energy we need to go
Through the next lesson we have to learn
Like how to have power and not burn
Learning to use this darkness for good
We can heal the collective sisterhood
Our contracts have meaning after all
Without them we would continue to fall
Karma will forever have Her way
So come, let’s cry together and sail away
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ― Rumi
~winged woman, 20 May 15
See that tiny ant stuck in that puddle of pop
Imagine climbing and struggling but never reaching the top
Then you really might know what it’s like
To have thoughts that leave you feeling nothing but blight
~
See the light hiding behind dark clouds with rain to come
Imagine moments with your son being the only bright moments to be won
Then you might really know what it’s like
To live under the power of depression in a life with little light
~
See that young goose eating her own eggs for food
Imagine maternal love twisted against you, sexual paternal love is nothing new
Then you might know what it’s really like
To know what’s wrong and still be confused about what’s right
~
See that bee bouncing off the window screen
Imagine having wings without being able to free your being
Really then you might know what it’s like
To feel trapped while your abuser lives a carefree life
winged woman, 18 May 15
I bet on love,
Love let me down,
I love on anyway.
Sweet love come here
Lovingly sweep the crumbs
Of that love lost.
Fill my breast, Love!
Feed my soul, Love!
Love me despite me,
Let love rule again.
Thank you to Leon of Solitary Thinkers for the nomination. The rules are simple:
Write 10 lines
Use the word “love” in each line
Use only 4 words per line
Title it “Love in Ten Lines”
Nominate 10 other Bloggers (I’m choosing not to do this, but please take the challenge if you are reading this!}
Alone I sit within walls of my own making
Wondering where all the people are at.
For the first time I can truly see
And the possibilities are unnerving.
My future involves others, and the Other
Lots of different others, I feel.
Yet I sit alone with the new sights and emotions
Wondering just what to make of it all.
Knowing I am being drenched in knowledge
But having no patience for the learning curve.
Not wanting to wait for the addition of understanding
To marry everything as one.
Destiny is showing her face
Beckoning me onto a path full of uncertainties.
“Look there,” Karma says and
I see what she means, however…
But I will be obedient this time
And go where they lead me.
Even though I am frightened and alone,
I am even more afraid of not following, not learning
The lessons I must learn
Because I don’t want to find myself here again.
Will this be the time old karma is fixed?
Will this be the time I ascend?
The finish feels so close at times, but
Is it bad karma yet again making me want to die?
Wanting to follow my brother down suicides’ path
Is stronger and easier than following destiny.
Especially when the hard edges of life
Press on my heart so greedily.
So alone I sit within walls of my own making
Pondering what I have left to teach and
More importantly, how hard the next lesson will be to learn.
~winged woman, 27 Mar 15
Would you come if I sent for you
Leave all behind and start new
Break ties with friends and family
Move to the states and travel with me
Be free roaming spirits, hearts a-lift
We three sharing our gifts
Blessing each other and strangers too
Becoming one with natures’ truth
Traveling this country in an RV
Wondering at Her majestic beauty
Teaching and learning everywhere we go
Be it dry deserts or mountains with snow
Bathing in Her rivers, singing in Her woods
Sighing at the taste of star-speckled foods
Laughing and crying at remembered old lives
Helping to erase each others’ hard lines
Finding new life and fresh lungs full of air
Renewing our souls without any cares
Remaking our joined worlds into something
Finding escape from the meaningless nothing
Stop the ruin and the struggles
Be like children that need nightly snuggles
Share in love and life without strife
Wonder at it all and believe in the night
Would you leave all behind and start new
Would you come if I sent for you
~winged woman, 23 March 15
LadyBlueRose emailed this to me. I love it so much, I had to share it.
Men and women of faith who pray – that is, who come to a certain assigned place, at definite times, and are not abashed to go down on their knees – will not tarry for the cup of coffee or the news break or the end of the movie when the moment arrives. The habit, then, has become their life. What some might call the restrictions of the daily office they find to be an opportunity to foster the inner life. The hours are appointed and named; they are the Lord’s. Life’s fretfulness is transcended. The different and the novel are sweet, but regularity and repetition are also teachers. Divine attentiveness cannot be kept casually, or visited only in season, like Venice and Switzerland. Or, perhaps it can, but then how attentive is it? And if you have no ceremony, no habits, which may be opulent or may be simple…
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A wonderful narrative on living in different dimensions!
You and I
are picture perfect
in the undercurrent
and the in-between
We both live beneath
an umbrella of stars
that are yours
and mine
but they are not ours
They never will be
Lauren Scott © 2015
KitCat’s nose kisses and snuggles
A home to stay in despite any struggles
Safe car to borrow and places to go
Someone to listen, someone who knows
Clothes on your back to help keep you warm
Love from a distance keeps you from harm
Plenty to eat and more to be had
Sharing of gifts to make others glad
Friends scattered wide in many dimensions
Clear-headed advice with honest intentions
Lucky am I and man do I know it
Note: when you’re down, look to a poet
Lady Blue Rose writes it so much better than I can.