Another journey / Mother Turtle

Last night I ''journeyed '' with my friend The Shamen.

I drummed , while she journeyed for me , something new for us.
I found this to distract me from what I generaly invision.
Usually she drums and I see the pictures.

I saw what I thought to be nothing , darkness with twinkeling lights. Thats it.
My focus was to drum.

My friend's vision  saw me as  great mother Turtle of the stars.
 My shell  a bright light (the sky) from a collection of stars .
my body,the earth , pulling earth and  sky together.

She was told that my purpose here at this time,
is to  help show people what they can be.

 I am sometimes the fire that ignites the spark I see in others,
 the light not recognized in themselves.

I want to bring into the light , their potential ,shining the light on the discovery and embodiement of it,
sometimes lighting the way on their path.

 I am saddened like a mother ,
when my vision for them does not come into fruition.
Because I see their potential and their authentic selves and know who they can be.

The message was to remember that for every spark I see , there are a thousand more ,
and that all the stars are me , I have everything inside me.

Everything is already done, complete. I must use my gifts wisely and learn to  kindle the fire ''slowly with patience '', leaving energy and light for myself as well as new
 growth for myself and others .

Done !


Lark

seeds we've sewn (I found this in an old journal of mine )

When the fire eventually dies down from a blaze to an ember,
                 what is left is the bare bones
                          and the truth of what you've sewn .



Lark

More favorite poems by Rumi

       ~  Something opens your wings  ~

  Something makes bordom and hurt disapear 

          Someone fills the cup in front of us 

                We taste only sacredness 




                                         ~  Rumi ~ 12th century Visionary and poet





And another;


The morningwind spreads it's fresh smell.
      We must get up and take that in.
          that wind that lets us live.
           Breath before it's gone.



Dance, when your broken open.
Dance , if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting .
Dance in your blood.
Dance , when you're perfectly free.

Rumi

Nothing into something

I have nothing to say . . .



Except . . . .

The words are there , but stuck in a small pool in the undertow
beneath my tongue and inside my heart , just under the incision
that I have already sewn .

How easy it was to close that wound ,
while watching your tears fall like soft rain , continious.
A cleansing of your  heart .

In those moments ,I so wanted to give you
some of my own peace ,knowing that I could not .
knowing that my peace belongs with me ,
and that you must find your own.

All I can do is hold the picture for you,
of who I know you to'' truly '' be .

A person, gentle in spirit ,yet exuberant ,loving life.
A sparkling jewel , like a diamond
with many facets of brilliance , Shining .

Not taken in by the distractions of the outside world.

Filled with integrity and honesty. Not needing to be filled  up
with the superficial ,temporary physical realm ,
And a victim of your own demise.

But rather staying the coarse of the journey within.

Gathering the lessons , moving forward ,
 invisioning the road ahead.

Filling yourself up with your own hands
with your own guidance with what feels good ,
knowing you make that choice .

Knowing that the road you travel is the road home ,
 no matter how it may seem.

Home is where your heart is .
Fill it up with love and carry it with you where ever you go
Be gentle with it.

And know that I will always be here ,
 standing in the center of myself , Knowing all is well.


So much for my silence . . . . .



Lark

Seeker

Everything you need is inside of you.
What you seek is yourself.
You are the universe.

Listen . . . . .

Seek in a circle around yourself
spiraling inward . . .
until you have arrived to the center.

There you will find yourself
waiting to love you . . .


lark

Impermanence

I drink the sweet nectar ~ sublime
Swallowed whole in its consecration of me.

On razors edge I teeter in the vanquishness
of a barely ripend  jewel
that has almost become ritual.

One day will be to only have the memory of it's flavor .
 That is enough for me.

~ Lark ~

Breathing . . .

When I'm frustrated , angry , sad , any of those not so pleasant feelings.
If I but take one moment in the woods ,
inhaling the sweet , pure ever green breath  of her . . .  in . . .

It is enough to wipe the slate clean.
And I am once again ~ my self.

Thank you

Looking out across Mother Superior  (the big lake) .
Captured by the suns grand finale at days end .
Out before me ,  a rippling majestic cape of colors
only the sun could make , of mauve's, purple's and  majenta's .

Beyond the burst of  color, I see a parade of cloud creature's
 cavorting their way across the peach horizon.
 Marching dragons , birds , and an eclectic mix of abstract beings , single file , no less ! 

I am , in this moment  . . .  the sun . . .  shining from ear to ear
 with a grin as wide as The great Mother herself.

And I just have to say out loud ~ '' Thank you '' !

Illumination

I look out to the frozen horizon , where the big lake meets the sky.
         Luminous before my eyes.

The lake, a crystal ice palace with its translucent blue green aura ,
      casting a spell on those who gaze upon it .
       
Dreaming of faery kindoms with snowy swans  and pegasus's ,
 ice fountains, cascading magic  all around, frozen in time .

All we need do is open our eyes and our minds ,
 to see the magic  . . .

Lark