Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Call To See The Shining Light

What chimed?
Where and how?
I wonder why
so somehow I decide
it is THE CALL
the chime
the quietest sound
to wake us up
to take the reins
to ride the horse across the plains
to where who goes there
is it only us
or do we lead the way
for as such
we are the pipers
with guides within
who call to us to begin.

Go where you need
you’re welcome there
do what you love
so much to share
sing with unison and all around will tune-in
and you have come to begin
to light the dawn
to wake yourself
to write your way through the days
the verses come in happy ways.

Another chime will call the time
and start there
you’ll know where.
Begin it now
your healing comes when you let go
surrender to
the highest you.

Let joy come in and burdens go
follow your heart across the land
and in these times indeed
you will understand
the calling
the bell
the bird
the extension of yourself
-          the time to flow merrily
-          the time to play heartily
-          the time to sing whenever you wish
-          and do your meals in one dish.

Simplify and rely
on the calls you hear
to help you through
from being who
to being you
the Highest Self
you have your guide
go within
and join this ride –
this will lead you higher than
all you’ve known since you began.

Take your burdens and let them be
placed aside so you can see
the shining light which shows the way
for you to see every day.

So with the spring comes the joy
and with the chime smiles your boy.
He has found his happy home
and you will lead him through the trees
and bells will chime on the gentle breeze
and the night call of magpies will
settle down
and so will come
the dawn chorus of the little birds
the joyful ones will be heard.

Spiritual call
heard before the dawn August 21, 2015

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Going Higher And Riding Light

What I hear from over there
began with drums
and then lovely bells
chimed one by one
but golden daffodil today
is thrilling me with her trumpet call
for me to listen and share with all.

Come over
come to the side
lean over
and feel the ride
going higher
and riding light
you are travelling
some place further
where the air is pure
and colours bright,
where goodness glows
the fairy lights,
where life is sweet
and truth is real,
where harmony
is what you feel,
where joy is golden
and pink shines through
from higher souls
down to you,
where time is free
and hearts are pure,
where you know yourself
and believe for sure
that your purpose
will bring you to
the place we seek
to meet with you.

The Path is lit,
the bluebells chime,
every step leads the way
and you know where
it is you’ll be
so wait a while
before you see
the illumination shining bright
way on high
and deep within
every cell you have inside
is building strength
for this ride…..
the one to take you higher
pinker, golden, violet light
and the spring flowers all delight
to see you coming and you see them
so begin to leave The Old Self there
and very soon we will share
the new, the healed, the one we call
to write the words and share with all.

Looking in is where we find
all the shadows
we hide behind.
Welcome each and every day
to open up the hidden door
which leads through the old tree trunk
and to the view
from treetops high
light as air
and high as sky
soft as feathers indeed do fly
so feel the breeze and rise above
where all is shining Highest Love.

Joy to you and joy to me
and happily
all will be well
as heaven knows and time will tell.

(Written with the first golden daffodil in the misty midday showers on August 13, 2015)

The Owl and The Shepherd Dog

After many months
I row my boat into the shore
after all that time I did explore
and learn new ways
to navigate
and find wisdom
which I did relate
to how I felt
and some uphill climbs
but all the while
there was this time
I knew within was clearing me
to float on water in my vessel
so better times will be greater now
as the past is less
I did my best
and now the beacon shines to sea
as The Owl and The Shepherd Dog are sailing free.

It was the faith that led us long
to follow through and remain strong.
It was the hope that I would hear
messages to keep us clear
of submerged rocks  and swamping waves
that I would know how to behave
and understand,
every thing brings a guiding hand.

So with trust and much gentleness
the swampy times
came to be
the days the sun shone on us cheerfully.
We are and always were I see
whole inside, not riven through,
just keeping the compass on true north
and going forward, travelling forth.

(Written on August 13, 2015)