Peace Be With This Little Fruit-eater

Rose-crowned fruit-dove

(Image Credit/Flickr/Geoff Whalan)

Calling-in All Cheerful Pinks

Pink robin

(Image Credit - Wikimedia/JJ Harrison)

Life Cycles

It takes a 'seven year' to bring a certain peace

It takes a 'seven year' to willingly release

to learn from every season

to accept without a reason

to feel within and keep the space

to have my own happy place

how, now, when and where

I will be everywhere just being here.

I am a breath across the ocean,

I am a touring cyclist powering through the motion,

I am the wind in my hair

as beach sand blows just everywhere.

Yes I am

the muscles

in the racing legs of little dogs running rings,

and nesting birds who start to sing

I am the joy in everything.

I am the joy in me.

Looking Up

Every flower shines the Light

Pink Joy Shining

Joyous news

I am whole-heartedly happy

for your unity

your deep connection

your truly inspiring love

and your willingness to let yourselves

shine the brightest together.

Surrendering Grief

Gathering blooms

all around

looking down

close to the ground.

Deep within

still uncovering.

My heart it weeps

the pain I feel

is rising now and very real.

My self I thought was moving on

but yes that is true

but only if 

I give to You

this treasured pain.

Only if

I bring this gift

and offer it with sincerity

will these burdens lift

and I release

this truly deep grief.

The grief I carry

for so very long

the grief I know

came with me

over many pathways,

lovingly. 

This grief it knows

other lives,

this grief I hid

in my darkest place.

This grief I give

will be replaced

by very bright open space.

I have kept myself

alone for long

knowing sorrow

was deep to my core

and believing I would 

live it through

and give my love

to animal friends

who understand how it is

we do befriend pain.

Turn the other cheek again.

But no longer

will I know my pain is for me.

My pain it comes

to set me free.

My pain is my deepest gift

I must surrender it.

And indeed I do now.

 And as I go to light the fire

my little dog walks with me

as he knows

he too will be

free

from old troubled times.

Old abuse

has been useful.

Old pain has arisen,

old pain is lifted

old pain is gifted.

Joy is shining in

we indeed

are beginning

to rise above

to beam openness

and Love.

(Written with an armful of Jonquils on September 2, 2017)