I am

Who am I?  Do you know?  My heart?  My depths?  Who I am is not a name.  I am you, deep in heart of all.  Deep.  In.  My tears flow for your tears unshed.  My blood runs from ancient and forth to unborn.  In the craters of my gut love beats… knowing itself.  I am you.  Deep.  In.  I am everything. I am nothing.   A birds’ wing soaring in an endless sky.

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Eyes of Love

Valleys of untapped depth shining with the light of another world

IMG_2146Love’s  being fur-wrapped and warm as a kiss

Teacher from a foreign realm

 Wisdom light years long, in joyfulness carried

Her tail in the air, her ears in the breeze,

She peruses us with eyes of unconditional love.

Beautiful

Beauty Close your eyes, see yourself as you are in the mirror of your mind.  Then, speak these words slowly.   To your  heart.  That heart that knows itself better than the you that sees itself in the mirror :   In the centre of all is divine beauty.  In the silence rings a threnody of truth – clIMG_2100oser and closer, its whisper in your ear, “You are beauty.  You are enough.  Come, my love, to know yourself.  To know.  You.”   A flower is.  A flower Is.  There is no effort to be a more perfect version of flower.  Nor is it possible to remove or create a single iota of personal presence of Flower.  There is no need in a flower.  A flower IS.  You are a flower.   You are perfect.  Divine.  Beauty.  Step truthfully.  Honestly.  For in the truthful tread is love.  Allow yourself to sit, looking at the flower inside you.  The flower that is you.  Fall into its beauty… it will blossom.  

Today, Love

Sit gently and speak quietly to your golden heart.

Are you tired, heart?  Have you tried too hard? Are you measuring yourself in the reactions of another? Do you feel the roil in your gut whose churning motor beats  inadequacy through your blood. Whose voice whispers constantly – ‘You could do better… ‘ ,  ‘You are not the right age’, ‘You are not thin, you are not fit’, ‘You are not enough…’  ‘You’ll never be better no matter how hard you try…’

Love these shackles of madness for what they are.  In their childish dishonour of your beauty, see their limitations. For they have been along on your journey. They cling to you in the fear of rejection. They lash out at you like a drowning animal. They don’t want you to look deeper. They don’t want to lose you.

Soothe them to sleep in the cradle of your heart. Nestle them lovingly there and let their terror dissolve. For your heart is a mighty ocean that floods and washes away their anxiety and spite, leaving clean bonIMG_1933es. They are what brought you here. To this point.

Today.

Tower of Feathers

IMG_1920_2Tower of Feathers.

Be still.

There is no place to be apart from still.

All thoughts are allowed – but place them in your feet.

Feel them there.

Your feet kiss the floor.  Your feet kiss the floor.  Your feet kiss the floor.

Press your big toes into the earth to feel the ground.

Let the air rest on your body.

Its weight is a tower of feathers.

Let the air rest on your body.  It’s weight is a tower of feathers.

Let the air rest on your body, it’s weight is a tower of feathers dismantling around you.

Dismantling around you.

Dismantling around you,

As you breathe, follow the breath into the quiet of your body….

As you breathe, follow the breath into the quiet of your body…

Look deep into the caverns of your quiet.

All disquiet passes through your feet and into the earth that balances you.

Speak to your golden heart.

It sits in the centre of your beauty like a lake of gold.

It sits in the centre of your beauty like a lake of gold.

A lake of gold.

This is who you are.

This is who

you

are

This

Is

You

Golden

Heart

Be still.