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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Tragic ending of Flight QZ8501

My heart goes out to all of the families
of those who have parished on  QZ8501
It is a terrible terrible, tragedy
 that's shaking the hearts of everyone
A holiday marked out by so much sadness:
 tears falling  down without any relief
Who can ever console all of these broken ones:
 soothe over all of their grief ?

The flight that went out with their loved ones:
 flew out into the turbulent air
Unready for the tempests that were awaiting it:
 of the storms it was so unaware
In an instant and in the flashing of lightning,
 the  flight QZ8501 went down
And now she and all of her passengers
 are resting quietly on the watery ground.

To the families and friends of the missing;
 to the people who are now tragically sad:
May the angels of all those who have fallen
carry to you some of the messages they had:
Touching you deep inside of your spirits
and speaking to you: that they are, all of them, okay;
Even though the tragedy of this QZ8501 airline
has led them to some dimensions so far away



Your moment to shine

This moment is now the moment for everything else to begin
Don't let it pass you by or escape you for it may not come by again
Make the most of it and do cherish it and anchor it in your heart
This is the moment of all the moments and you mus not let it depart...

The temptation to let it pass you is so enormously so great
But it's not a time to be stalling or the time to hesitate
Embrace it at its fullest and trust it will work out some how
This moment can be the best moment; you need to embrace it right now

Distractions are the destroyers of the opportunities come you way
This isn't the time to be losing it: this is your brand new day
Take it all in and let it become the inspiration of your mind
You'll  always recall this moment: don't let it leave you behind..



Monday, December 29, 2014

Listen to the raindrops...

The raindrops; they are falling: hear them pitter patter?
Soothing and refreshing: these droplets gently splatter
Soaking into the universe and quenching the thirsty trees
Teeny tiny are these raindrops that are riding on the breeze

Every branch-let; every plant-let; every element around
Is sparkling with the diamonds Heaven has scattered round
Shining with the radiance of the Portaled Home Divine
Raindrops are carrying whispers that can make the spirit shine

Count them if you want to or simply watch them fall
These droplets from the Heaven are here for one and all
Smiling with there being-ness and speaking with their splash
Listen to the raindrops and explore their secret stash...



Saturday, December 27, 2014

Guardians of the Heavens

In the early hours of morning, before the break of day
Lots of angels whisper: they have so much to say
Not with words of humans; but with a hum divine
Speaking secret messages into this heart of mine

Inspiring courageous actions, speaking to my heart
Angel beings linger and encourage me as I start
Before the day is waking while all the world's asleep
All these sacred beings, share what they usually keep

To the silent listener, while darkness lingers round
All the angels harmonize and embellish every sound
Lifting up the sleeper and illuminating the room
Guardians of the Heavens help every spirit bloom...




Friday, December 26, 2014

Amber Alert...Tristan

Tiny hands and tiny feet
What's the tragedy you did meet
Little Tristan one two three
The number of years you did see..

Where or where is Tristan now
Please O Lord find him some how
May his soul be in Your peace
And the guilty: truth release

From the Heavens up above
May little Tristan know some love
If he's gone there may he see
All the angels one, two, three

Little Tristan: prayers for you
Hope the angels led you through
All the darkness of that day
Hope they carried you all the way.

No more troubles no more tears
For your,  very numbered years
All the happiness all the glee
May the Heavens have you see...



Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Near the manger filled with straw

Near the manger filled with straw
Humble creatures chewed and gnawed
At the hay bits all around
All but silent was that sound..

Smelly cows and smelly hay
Created the irony of that day
God  Almighty who made us all
Was a Babe in Bethlehem's stall

He who made the Heavens and earth
Bowed beneath a virginal birth
Blessing poverty unto the sky
Poorer then, than you and I ..

Not like reasoning should be made
Of this gifted-ness now displayed
Humble creatures and a pair
Carried the Answer to our despair.



Tuesday, December 23, 2014

God goes where there is room

There wasn't any room for those travelers from out of town
They knocked on every door post but no welcome was ever found
They went outside the village, to a small inkeepers place
He hadn't any room ; but he offered the only available space:

A stable with some hay bundles and some animals all around
The lodging wasn't a five star, their beds were on  the ground
There wasn't any linens or any place to wash and bathe...
The Savior of  = the world was born inside a dusty cave

The parents Mary and Joseph gathered up  the sprinklets of  hay
And pushed them into the manger where the little newborn would lay
It wasn't too long afterwards that the Mother Mary was giving birth
And all of the Heavens were singing of God's presence here on earth..

Isn't it really something how the good God from way up above
Would chosen to show us, His Creature, the enormity of His love?
It wasn't with any great grandiosity or trumpet blasts of any kind
That He chose to show His care for us: it's so baffling to our mind


Sunday, December 21, 2014

In a stable, tiny stable....

In a stable,  tiny stable, little animals everywhere...
Watched a mother, precious mother: lay a Babe with gentlest care
Who's this Baby,  precious Baby ...that they lay Him in the cold?
Where's the blankets; where the bedding?  Here' a story to be told,,,

Stars are dancing, angels singing; but, this Babe: He's doesn't wake
Soundly sleeping soundly resting while His watchful parents gravitate
Round His bundle, round His cradle:  like Some Treasure so Divine
What's their secret, what's their reasoning? All the world will mark this time..

Many a traveler and many a ruler will come to know about This Child
For His history and His message will prompt the curious and the mild
To seek for answers, to seek for reasons: God Almighty in forms of man?
Who can challenge it who explain it ..it's the Christmas mystery and plan


Saturday, December 20, 2014

No place for a child....

This is not about me but another

Glistening diamonds on her cheek
She's so frightened cannot speak
Mom and dad are at it again
This all starts the hurts within

Mom is always the busiest bee
And dad  comes home upset, angry
Both them growl and rarely talk;
Shout and scream..then.take a walk

The saddest thing about this all
Is how this anger began to fall
On little ones with angry slaps
Violent words and swinging straps

Many a home  is just like this
Appearing  so perfect, so full of bliss
But behind the walls so sturdy so strong
Great dysfunction and great great wrong.

What's the remedy and what's the way
To curb the tempers and brighten the day?
Lessen the growling and lessen the fear
Increase the talking and increase the "dear"


Friday, December 19, 2014

Night fall

Silenced the soundings inside of my mind
Quiet the whispers no noise can I find
The spirit is resting the soul is at peace
Gone is the tempter his murmurings decrease

Time for the enlightenment time for some prayer
Solitude and silence are a wonderful pair
Prepared is the spirit for its healing sublime
The poet comes out and she's singing some rhyme

The night time has fallen the earth is at rest
Stars from the Orione are out in their best
Glowing so radiantly and sparkling Divine
All of the astros:  humming a beautiful line

Good night to my readers good night one and all
Let the silence serenade you, the angelic ones call
Everyone is invited into the slumbering sleep
Where guardians are ready to protect you and keep.



Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Light within.......

We're not needing any sermons to tell us how we should be
No sacred books can substitute what's inside of you and me
For we're beloved blessed beings from the moment of our birth
Like the stars we're always shining: little lights upon this earth..

Indeed we would want to gather  with the others of our kind
To find a supportive rally for the fragile-ness of our mind
But nothing can ever put inside us, what's never meant to be
For the caverns inside our spirits accept only commonality.

Beacons for the world and  messengers of God's grace
We shine upon the universe and the whole entire race
Without the need for "have tos","you betters" or something else
We rely upon on our giving and that inner Light that sells...




Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Christmas cards that cut her deep

Tear drops falling from her eyes.
Is it really any surprise?
Christmas cards that cut her deep:
Carrying words that rob her sleep

Should it be so ..should she cry
Pondering over a cruel reply
Is she human or is it fair
All the cruelty she must bear?

What would matter would she speak
To a mother who's  so bleak
Nothing ever proved to be
Enough to please her: can't you see?



Christmas card

It was the worst Christmas card I ever got from my ex-mom. I hate to call her ex-mom but she herself said I was not her daughter in her card to me.. She didn't say dear or sign it ..merely stated that I am not me.. that her daughter had different handwriting and that her daughter disappeared 8 years ago..

I cried awhile about this but afterward picked myself up.. What can I do about it: nothing..  She has always liked to knock me down and make me feel bad..  it's  a carry over from my childhood. I was never good enough for her.

Maybe because how she conceived me? Maybe because really no one really knows who my father is. .She would like to say I disappeared??

Maybe because now I am trying to get courage and speak up for myself. .Maybe because I don't embrace that religion that brainwashes and makes people think being hurt and keeping quiet is saintly? I don't know..

My broken childhood made me easy prey for bullies and abusers.. For too long I believed being quiet when others walked all over me was a "holy thing" . .it's all leftovers from my childhood..

I am learning that it's not okay to let people push me down and lord over me.. I am important and valuable and I do believe in God but I believe in a God who is loving and kind and who wants everyone happy..

I am sorry that I cannot be what she wants me to be. .but I know God loves me. .

Not everyone can "deck the halls...."

During this time when all may celebrate
Many may be struggling and many may be irate
Over the hurts and the memories from many a year
Some may still be healing and feeling some fear

So be sensitive and welcoming in all that you do
Not everyone can be comfortable and happy as you
Some will find festivities and holidays and cheer
To be triggering and painful and toxic: it's clear

So decking the halls with the singing and the glee
May be part of the holidays as everyone can see
But not everyone can do this and  not everyone can be
Happy and joyful because of they're  history....

So let's make it our mission and resolution to see
That everyone we encounter is as comfortable as can be
With sensitivity and carefulness and hearts full of love
Let us reach out to each person with sensitivity from above



Tuesday, December 16, 2014

You'll break me no more...

You broke me once again despite my feeble attempt
I brought you an olive branch and you held me in contempt
Despite the Christmas season and despite this time of love
You responded with words so selfish, saddened the Heavens above

Should I have reached out to you or left you as you were?
The balances were leaning heavily "do not reach out to her"
But despite those inner warnings and the fears I held inside
I broke down all of my defenses and one more time I tried..

But you oh mom wouldn't have it and you took yet another punch
You denied my very existence; gave me indigestion for my lunch
I don't know what religion would excuse it but it isn't the one I know
For the God I know is all loving and now I am letting you go..

Somewhere in all of my readings I read about leaving the place
That wouldn't "welcome or receive you": for it's very dust is a disgrace
So I am shaking off the very last remnants the very particles of over there
And embracing for me another family one that will really really care.

I hand you over to all  the angels and to the spirits of all the just
And pray that you'll find the visions that'll help you to see as you must
You've been so blind and deceitful and so very cruel in what you do
The  majority of all our family don't know what I suffered from you....

I was always the quietest of all sufferers the one holding it all inside
But now I am going to shout it out loudly every thing I was made to hide
No more is the naming of some religion going to push me away in  disgrace
But rather, the name of the Great Father will encourage me in my place.


Monday, December 15, 2014

Visions unseen

Blue is the sky that's waking  me today
Bright is the sun and calm is its way
Something so peaceful, something serene
Is whispering inside me of visions unseen

Playful the creatures all romping around
Nibbling on nuggets, squeaking some sound
Sweet is the streaming the winds and the air
People and places are blessed everywhere.

Beyond all the visibles, everything we see
Is a portion of something we're longing to be
Immortal and infinite and pure Deity
We are all of us God souls and God family.



Sunday, December 14, 2014

Creator of the created all..

All the cosmos up above
Move around with streams of love
Shining down upon a place
Incarnate love and Endless Grace

Humblest creatures of the field
Bow before the Miraculous Yield
Simplest shepherds wildest beasts
Bow and adore: no need for priests..

Silent, the soundings from the skies:
Angelic beings with their replies
To the questions raised up high
All the earth is wondering why

Creator of the created all
Wrapped up as a Babe so small
What's the message? It's so clear..
The Omnipotent Almighty wants us near..





Saturday, December 13, 2014

Is it okay to cry out all of my tears

Is it okay to cry out all of my tears
And tell all the world of my most painful years
Is it okay to heal and to also grieve
Over things I've missed out on and didn't receive.

Sure it's okay and it's so therapeutic too
To let go of those heartaches that are burdening you

Is it okay to be expecting some sort of apology
From those who were hurtful and abusive towards me
Is it really okay  to  seek for and  to  believe
Someone will formulate the words I hoping to receive

It's okay to be hopeful but be realistic and true
If they don't come apologizing: it's no about you..

Is it okay to not be returning back to that place
Where nightmares were happening all over my space
Is it okay  not to be there and would the good God be mad
If I choose not to return there would He think I am bad...?

Our God is all loving and not a monster some have made
Despite all of the opinions He's All  Love and Kindness displayed




I wept and cried my childhood through...

They didn't even give me a chance to be a little child
Their hands were always hurtful and their words were ever wild
I wept and cried my childhood through and when I was finally of age
I ran from the place they called my home and turned another page..

Sometimes I wondered when I was alone if everyone had to hurt
If everyone  born a baby child  felt like they were only dirt
There's something about the way I lived and the way I was made to be
That made me think I wasn't a human and was  some sort of commodity..

I don't think I knew back then the wrongness of  the things I saw..
That being hurt and beat so much wasn't  something unusual at all
Somehow I thought that us littlest ones were born to simply be
Whatever the adults in our lives decided and mine was.. misery..

I'm so glad I know so much better now and can relate to those who've  cried
Beneath the covers or pillow fluffs in attempt to courageously hide
The sounds of fear and helplessness in a home so full of hate
I am here to say I've survived it all and my healing is beginning, but late..



Friday, December 12, 2014

From broken to whole

Oh the brokenness she carried inside her wounded and broken heart
Never could she  understand it: that these things wouldn't ever depart
The memories and all the flashbacks and the most painful times galore
Kept coming back inside to bother her with visions so brutal and sore

She tried so hard to hide them these stressors that would  create
Mountains of untimely distractions that would hinder and aggravate
But the more she tried to hide them the larger they would become
Inside  her secret caverns until finally they would overrun

Into her many actions and throughout the processes of her mind
Till she found it too hard to go forward and was constantly left behind
Because she couldn't bring herself to healing or be opened enough to see
That the releasing of these memories would be the beginning of being free

So she stumbled around with her emotions and with all of her constant fear
Until someone came into her life space and helped her to see things clear
There was an unburdening of her being with that angel and  prudent guide
And now she's  able to open up  to wholeness by the revelation of what's inside


Thursday, December 11, 2014

Beneath the glowing Christmas tree..

What of all these things I see
Beneath the glowing Christmas tree
Things of color, things of cheer
Calling out to all: Draw near

Colorful presents: big and small
Something here for one and all
But there's One I cannot see
Hidden beneath the Christmas tree

A tiny baby,  a child so small
All aglow as Gift for all
Unpretentious but  so great
God is present, don't hesitate....


Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Take time to notice it...

Oh the early morning soundings, do you  hear them as they start:
The birds and all the creatures: how they're singing from the heart?
All  the plants and all the meadows;  all the trees so straight and tall
Are calling out to us with their music, and wanting to share with all

We have only to open up and listen to the breezes and the wind
To appreciate all of their molecules,  the secrets they hold within
But too often we can not be bothered or even take the time to see
The beautiful-ness of creation and all of its intricate  symphony

Every particle and every element, every animal and every plant
Has a booster deep down inside it: able to remove our every  "I can't"
For the mysterious-ness in the created is the remedy for all our "whys"
We have only to take time to notice it, the answer  before our eyes..



Monday, December 8, 2014

Those who are of the Spirit...

Though the dark was very dark it could not extinguish the light
That shone out all around and gave believers their true sight..
Some would speak of the brightness and others would speak of day
But those who were of the Spirit were the ones who knew the way...

The leaders and the follower they were all together  one
Following the bright Eternal and His Only Begotten Son..
Many would try to shake them and many would try to deceive
But those who were led by the Spirit were not fooled by the evil seed...

There's something about their visions and their clarity of mind
That kept them safe from the foolishnes and the way it tries to bind
The hearts and all the spirits up with it's promises all aglow
Those who are of the Spirit though are the ones who always know...



Sunday, December 7, 2014

Twas some weeks before Christmas

Twas some weeks before Christmas and all through the land
People were shopping for product and brand
Pushing and shoving and browsing the store
Chaos and chatter and laughter and more..

Lightings and fixtures and toys yes siree
Something for gramma and baby and me
Tinsels and garlands and colorful balls
"Look at these items", some passerby calls

Buggies and baskets, all  filling up fast
Shelves becoming empty.. this shopping can't last?
But lo at a distance a couple miles down
A truck carrying goodies lets out a loud sound

We know its the items the things for the store
So shelves can be stocked up and filled up once more
Shopping can continue, the dollars can fly
We'll have all our goodies...  our bills multiply

But when its all over and the garland is down
We take a quick gander at the things all around
The buying and the sharing and the moment of glee
Will all become memories like the old Christmas tree

So if it's  about buying and having of stuff
We'll find ourselves empty and not have enough
But if it is about memories and the moments of time
We find ourselves characters in some ole Christmas rhyme..

For  it is more about giving then the getting of things
That this season is celebrated and to everyone clings
In the heart of all creatures and the universe around
Each Christmas is a memory and a tradition  profound...

It started so long ago in a stable so small
It came to us as a Baby in a Bethlehem stall
The giving of something was replacing a Son
Who was given by the Father to each and everyone



Friday, December 5, 2014

The silence and the clock....

I am sitting here in the silence and listening to the  clock
Nothing else is sounding but the voice of it's tick tock
Paced and ever so rhythmic it is keeping a steady time
So that the truly quiet can be moved into some rhyme.

Second after second it is clicking us into grace
Soothing us with its rhythm and its ever predictable pace
Providing us with its stability and the sense of here and now
It is keeping us in its  vision of some measured space somehow..

Without the grasp of moments or the measurement of time
We would become a bit nomadic and our incompletes would climb
Something about the orderliness that is kept up by the clock
Keeps our minds from wandering and our mouths from idle talk...


Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The hardest step in healing

For me, the hardest step to take in my healing was the first step.. It was very hard for me to tell someone else that all my smiling and cheerfulness and giving  hid a lot of things that were eating me away inside like.. childhood memories ..flashbacks of hurts..  feelings of behind misunderstood and abandoned by people who should have been  supportive.. I was the only one who knew about these things because I wanted to appear like everyone else.. ..

It would have gone all and well that way had 2009 not happened.. Had my boss not invited me to NJ and misused his executive powers to hurt and mentally imprison me.. He started out with the appearance of a friend and expressed the same faith ideas and same things I had experienced. .

It was all a line to hook me into a trap that made me afraid of him.. psychologically he had gotten to a place no one had and used it to threaten and control.me.. I won't go into all that story in this  particular post ..but, that was where I realized that my past made me afraid of people who were in power.. my past and  my inability to understand that people don't always show you who they are but rather some actually hide it to bait you into a controlling trap and once they get you there then they abuse you and terrorize you..

I started out an adult survivor of child abuse with ptsd I never knew I had .. i became a victim of a psychopath or of a sociopathic boss.. and am still trying to get out of this scared-ness

I wish someone would have told me it's okay to talk about being beat or molested or hurt when i was little and still be a saint.. I would be so much better today ..but somehow the books that were put into my path and the teachers and priests taught me that suffering in silence was noble. .

Who was it noble for ? The abuser or for me. .Does God really like seeing people suffer in silence.. really? Come on. .? I believed it for so long..  it's the God people instilled in me. .and of course things in the home. .when I was little .. was about suffering and keeping quiet. .lest you get it again..

Feels good to be getting this out. .have you something to get out.. are you a believer that you should keep quiet about the craziness done to you as a child? Why?   Freedom is found in the saying and relaying....

There is a freedom in all of the saying

There is a freedom in all of the saying
Of all of the many things you've been delaying
Open up your heart and start up the relaying
The hurts and the insults inside of you  staying..

Don't be afraid of the countless reactions
Of those who've pulled back  their support interactions
You'll be the stronger in all of their  actions
They were never anything more than temporary distractions

Be bold and be resolute in all of your healing
Health and well being will be inside of this revealing
Layer by layer you'll  be undoing the bad feeling
From traumas and memories so very unappealing.....



Tuesday, December 2, 2014

They never knew .. they were kept in the dark..

 When I think of the coldness with which I am treated by some in the family, I understand it's only ignorance that  makes them act this way.. They know only the story they were told, they don't know the story I knew and lived.. It's sad.. to think that a decade of time could be the blinding spot for so many...

Many would want me to say I had a wonderful childhood but I cannot..I was never allowed it .. I was too busy being the caretaker, the cleaner, the student, the employee and the wounded one.. I didn't have the time or opportunity  to tell much to anyone of what was going on . When I was finally old enough to leave.  I did:  but only to enter into another phase of foolishness..

While I thought moving out was moving into another phase of foolishness, it opened my eyes to see how much brainwashing was done in the faith we were raised in.... So much repetition of concepts over and over and so much emphasis on reciting it all back... ..  Everything led to grooming little ones into perfect obedient adults who were never suppose to question and who saw suffering as sainthood's ticket..

Is it a wonder, then, that I kept silent  throughout all of my earliest trauma and my latest.. I thought it was what God wanted that I be silent and suffer and become a saint in the eyes of the church.. I really believed it that keeping silent about what was happening was getting closer to God..

But now, I know different..it wasn't and didn't bring me closer to God .. it only silenced me and made me a perfect victim for an abuser.. If only I knew that.. I believed everything I was told..  up to the year 2009 . .where another abuser hurt me emotionally, psychologically and mentally

I really lived my faith to the highest degree.. but then things happened and I realized I couldn't escape from where I was because my own beliefs told me that this injustice was something God allowed and wanted.. Somehow I felt the sufferings and unfairness was all a part of becoming a saint ..so I kept silent..

See how it gets ingrained?  Growing up believing sainthood was given to those who suffered in silence and offering all to Jesus only made me so so easy to prey on..  .I didn't understand or realize that. .No one told me my upbringing was making me easy to hurt.. because I wouldn't ever complain or say anything..  

Somehow people have taken the Word of God and mixed up with the word of man and become manipulators of a mass of people..  We now see  in media many coming forward about the silences they kept.. How many more are there who still believe that self harming and silent suffering is the way to heaven?

How could a God who is all loving rejoice in any human being being hurt or beaten or ill? Somehow I think people put a slant on things to get control over the minds of many.. If you are influencing others for the good it will show but when it's not we see a wounded broken world.. people afraid to speak up ..little ones without a voice.. .

 I wish I knew that I could speak up  .. I was too afraid of offending God.. I hope it's okay now because I feel I held it in too long..

Feel free to comment if you are reading and feel need to comment but .. don't be hateful..





A winter wandering...

Crisp and cool the breezes blowing
Frosty forms of ice over flowing
From the clouds the crystal formations
Create  the sounds and acclamations.

Swirling signs and mystic voices
Singing songs and making noises:
Winter weather and warmer choices
Festive Holiday: the world rejoices..

Scampering creatures and silent elements
Frozen still beneath the settlements
Frosted flakes with greatest eloquence
Speaking words of Divine Intelligence.

Now an  echoing of the unspoken
Is breaking through but sill unbroken
By the winds or coldest notion
Spirits embrace with one emotion...



Sunday, November 30, 2014

I won't be silent...

When someone tells me you shouldn't think about that .. that which happened to you .it really hurts me...You know sometimes it flashes before me.. my history..the hurts.. they come uninvited the memories. Really, should I pretend like everything was okay when it wasn't .. should I pretend that today none of the scars hurt.. that would be foolishness.. Many, in order to hush me up, simply block me from their lives ..but that's okay . .You know why? Because the ones blocking me were also the ones who saw and kept silent or who knew and pretended not to..

I encourage everyone who has been hurt to cry out and let it be known ..Don't hold it in.. Holding it in has hurt me so much.. Some how I was taught and I gobbled it up .. that saints suffer in silence.. They were made out to be my heroes..the people that were going through great suffering and never complaining..

No one ever told me that this type of suffering in silence as a little child was digging a big gaping wound inside me that would hurt me for the rest of my life.. What kind of God delights in seeing people suffer..? Not the God I know now.. Perhaps that's why so many don't want to know me.. I found the God who loves to see people laugh and be happy.. The One who hugs the little ones and said "do not harm them" ..The One who loves all people no matter who or where they are: even the "sinner"



No child should ever have to ...

No child should ever have to whimper through the night
Be afraid of the shadows announcing parents are in sight
No little one should ever have to cower before another beating
Run away in his or her mind, be threatened into not speaking

What kind of a life would this be for a  tiny little child
Where parents are the bullies with punishments ever so wild
How could he or she be happy or find some time for a smile
If they've never known the "love you's" or the tenderness for a while....?

It isn't right to hear that another little child has died
Because of an abusive parent or the outrages multiplied
It's never okay to see that the hands and fists so strong
Were used against the little ones: what could they have done so wrong?

What kind of a life would this be for a tiny little  child
Where parents are the bullies with punishments ever so wild
How could he or she be happy or find some time for a smile
If they've never known the "love you's" or the tenderness for a while....?

Something inside me cringes at the bruises  I can still  see
On the many helpless children being treated so heartlessly
Perhaps its because I can understand it and because of my history
That my heart cries out "injustice"  at every child abuse case I see

What kind of a life would this be for a  tiny little child
Where parents are the bullies with punishments ever so wild
How could he or she be happy or find some time for a smile
If they've never known the "love you's" or the tenderness for a while....?



Saturday, November 29, 2014

What are these bruises?.

Don't stay in an abusive situation


What are those bruises you have on your skin:
Shades of dark colors on your eyes and within?
Why is it you're limping and refusing to smile?
Come sit here and talk to me; rest here awhile..

Your glowing bright smile, has been turned upside down.
You walk with a stagger, as you go through the town.
Your friends, you once visited, have seen you no more:
You come into a gathering and you gaze at the floor....

You tell me..you're struggling.. to hide all that pain
The abuse and the torment are  creating such a strain
On your efforts to manage your day to day life
You've become someone's victim instead of his wife

The doors, here,  are wide open to receive you away
From the outrage and tempers that happen each day
But you have to be ready and  willing to leave
You're not that poor helpless one: you have to believe...

Call for help:

1-800-799-7233

http://www.thehotline.org/



Friday, November 28, 2014

Flashbacks...

I am feeling, right now, a little bit broken
Holding on to so many of my words, yet, unspoken
Just swimming around inside of each moment
Like a lost little  fish inside of a big  ocean..

I cannot seem to be making my way through it
All of this  fogginess inside of me and my spirit
These memories and flash backs tend to inhibit
And make me more unsure and much more incoherent...

So this wounded-ness in me is needing some healing
But this is not something new  that my soul is revealing...
Though the process may not seem to me..so very appealing
The remedy is found in everything I'm concealing...



Wednesday, November 26, 2014

For You have given me all these things...

For the sun that warms us all and for the moon that shines at night
I will raise my voice to You, Lord and be grateful in Your sight
For the tiniest little flowers and for the skies so bright and blue
Lord I will raise my hands in worship and speak  my praise to You

For You have given me all these things
And You are the reason that my heart sings
Nothing great or nothing small
Can ever change Your Love at all...

In the night when all is calm or in the day with all the noise
I will allow  my thankful spirit sound out its inner voice
For though the storm may gather round me or the sun be out all day
My heart will be ever thankful: saying thank You in every way

For You have given me all these things
And You are the reason that my heart sings
Nothing great or nothing small
Can ever change Your Love at all...

When around the table we gather and when we serve the food to eat
I will recall You my Great Provider and reserve for You a seat
For in the laughter and in the crying,  in the sharing and in the trying:
You O Lord have been ever present with Your Graces multiplying..

For You have given me all these things
And You are the reason my heart sings
Nothing great or nothing small
Can ever change Your Love at all...


Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers here. .love and light to all!



How the rain feels inside...

I hear the rhythmic sound of rain falling upon the ground
How soothing and refreshing is this pitter-pattering sound
The skies are dark and grayish and the clouds cover up the sun
But all the world's a beneficiary of this splashing that is done

I see the scampering squirrels running about the pouring rain
Nothing about this downpour seems to be causing them any pain..
Rather they seem so playful and they're jumping about with grace
I wonder what they're thinking as they scamper from place to place?

Only we can choose our actions on a day that's rainy like this..
We can choose to see the cloudiness or experience it like a kiss
Given us from the Heavens and touching our souls  inside....
The beauty of each moment is not dependent on the world outside..




Monday, November 24, 2014

Did you know

Did you know every person who visits this page to read is remembered in my daily prayer . .You are dear and treasured and valued; not because you read the poetry but because your energy and presence tells me you need to hear this.. If ever you need a reminder of how important you are.. send me an email: I remind you.. Times get tough, I know it. .Holidays are tough times for survivors.

Guess what..?  You and I and everyone who has known some sorrow will get through it..You are valued and loved and special to me.. And if you don't find life hard.. reach out to someone who does...We are all one big enormous being of life ..though individual we are part of a whole . .when one cries ..we all feel it somehow .. even if we don't know it....

Even the plants and creatures and elements suffer when we suffer.. would that we could be so sensitive to one another..

What's this weeping...?

Tender tear drops falling down
Splashing upon the Autumn ground
Angels spirits  all around
Awed by all this rhythmic sound

What's this weeping we do hear
Hidden secrets from far and near
Old and young ones: yes it's clear
Someone's aching: we're right here

Break the silence, shout out loud
A gathering of the Heavens crowd
Exposing hurts the heart must shroud
True confessing of wrongs allowed

Who will stop them all these tears
Wipe away the sorrows and fears
Gathering deep for so many years
Who will help us, join our peers?



Sunday, November 23, 2014

If you cannot show me love....

Don't preach to me of holiness if you cannot show me your love
Don't  tell me you're a Christian and then sadden the Heavens above
So much time and so much money is wasted in  so many spaces
Where people gather to sing and shout but aren't anywhere in God's graces

With all of the churches and all of the temples all over the road we trod
You'd think we'd see the transforming effect of a people in love with a God
But instead we're seeing the rivalry effect of those who are claiming to  believe
And the majority of these, the believing ones, have people they won't receive

It all so very confusing, you know: the messages they're willing to share:
The love of neighbor, the love of enemies and the "love" is everywhere....
But let there come the lesbian  one the gay one  or even  the "freak"
And the love of God of which they preach is silenced: they cannot speak...



Saturday, November 22, 2014

It's getting quite late...

If you close your eyes and pretend you don't hear
Do you think it will vanish and just disappear?
And because you deny it  the heartbreaking disgrace
Does it mean it'll be gone from your conscience's space

What is it you're thinking as you brush  it aside
How do you keep hiding it: the wrongness inside
The denial, the damning  of  the truths you won't see
Is creating the bruises that will affect  humanity

So drop down those pretentions those walls that you build
That keep out the orphans and the people you killed
With your hatreds and prejudices and burdens so great
There's still time for changing but it's getting quite late..


Thursday, November 20, 2014

With my lips colored red

Please be aware of the children around you ..


Did you not know it and  could you not feel:
My brokenness inside me: how much it was real?
Yet, you'd paid me no heed and  you'd beat me up more
My poor little body was so bruised up and sore

To school I'd be running with my lips colored red
Not because of some lipstick but a slapping instead
My teachers, all looking, and shaking their head
Would ask me about "falling"  and how much I had bled...

There was something inside me, that kept it inside.
The lashings,  the abuses: I would carefully hide
Though a sibling or other would speak it out loud
My complaints were a whisper: away from the crowd.


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

i can only be me

It's the best I can do .. is be me...For many years I tried to be something everyone wanted... How did that work out? It didn't.. I failed to make everyone happy and surely, I couldn't be happy.. as it wasn't me.  it was who I thought I had to be.. It was a terrible struggle..lots of acrobats.. Why was I trying so hard? Well, seems that's how we are brought up: trying to impress..Trying to be the best..Very rare you hear: "just be you" ..Instead " why didn't you do this " Why didn't you do that" "you should have done..". Our world is all about competing.. so if we are always in a race trying to outdo the other.. we have no time just trying to be ourselves .. no time to enjoy our own uniqueness and own individuality...It's really a break through. Stepping outside the idea that I have to compete or be better than this person or that.  I only need be better than myself when  I am at my worst. When I am at my best. I am there...

Who we are...

We cannot erase a single part of our own history
Though we may deny it and pretend that we cannot see
How much it is a part of us, and our own reality;
It remains as it is : our own path and our own destiny

There may be parts of it we won't want to linger in
When the memories come out and start to replay again
But the strongest of the voices from way back when
Will speak out the loudest about everything that has been

So we must take notice of these visitors from the past
How long they will linger and how long they will last..
What is their message and what do they continue to blast
In the secret recesses of our own inescapable past..?

Once we have heard them and know  what they are saying
We can react to them and everything they keep replaying
Is it some sore spot, some reason for our delaying
Our lives and our actions and  our spirit's portraying


Monday, November 17, 2014

How special you are

Don't you really know it; and can't you really see
How much of a special miracle you just happen to be
Everything there is about you and everything  you do
Is a sign of grace transacting the life of God in you?

The fingernails and the fingers; the mouth and ready smile
Are all imprints of that Wisdom that has sat with you a while
Your willingness to give and your ever eagerness to do
Is a peek into that Eternity that is shining out through you

You are that precious being and you are that spark of grace
And everywhere you go will become such a better place
For you are a special ambassador a child of lasting love
You are the breath of Eternity and the helper of God above



Sunday, November 16, 2014

Bird talk

At a reasonable distance a crow has been singing
And though she wont ever be a crystal that's  clinging
Her song is so beautiful and  her song is of peace
She's singing her heart out: oh what a release.

In a pine tree that's waving or by some open window
The sparrows have been chirping about an old weeping willow
Their songs are much brighter and are also  much lighter
Than their sister, the crow; but they still will invite her:

To be part of their melody and to be part of their song
That carries the universe and the whole world along
Together they will  sing it: the healing song remedy
It speaks of true freedom and release from the enemy


Saturday, November 15, 2014

Listen up

Oh the blue skies, the majestic trees and the mighty big breezes:
Each  of them is speaking out whatever the good God pleases
Whispering out and shouting out and displaying all of their emotion
The universe is  toppling over our Godlessness and false notion.

The Infinite One, the Eternal One, the Everlasting One:  Almighty
Is inviting us and challenging us to start making Him a Priority
Shaking up and spilling over   the mountains that are all about us
The Uncreated and the Creative One is stirring a catastrophic fuss.

Listen up and still yourselves and take notice of the new's cast
Tragedy and destructiveness are after this world that cannot last
Something in us will have to change or the universe will crumble
Who of us will be courageous enough to pick up the ones who stumble?


Friday, November 14, 2014

How special you are...

Did you ever really know how very special you are
You're higher than the mountains and brighter than a star
Above all of the universe and more precious than gold
Has anyone ever told you..  have you ever been told?

The personality that you carry and the eyes on your face
The beauty of your spirit  which the world can't erase
Your giving-ness and your being-ness below all of that skin
Is so  precious and so valued; can I tell you this again?

Every person and every being and everyone of us who breathes
Is a blessing and is a participant in the Spirit who believes
In our being and in our being-ness and in our willingness to be
We are, all of us,  partakers and the glow of the Divinity.



Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Oh the mercies of God

This heart in my body has known so much pain
Inside of my being , I have seen so much rain
The clouds and the storms: were everywhere around
My body was  bowed.  Beneath hurt it was bound..

Oh the mercies of God I have felt and I have known
The power of Divine Providence I have always been shown
In troubles and sorrows and in laughter and  cheer
The Eternal and Omnipotent has always been here...

But now I am jubilant and now I can know
These things I have experienced have helped me to grow.
These sorrows and celebrations,  these abandonments too:
All of them were God's blessings; I  know it is true.

Oh the mercies of God I have felt and I have known
The power of Divine Providence I have always been shown
In troubles and sorrows and in laughter and  cheer
The Eternal and Omnipotent has always been here...

So now, I will be singing and now I will rejoice
The mercies of God will resonate through my voice
I'll speak of my weakness and speak of God's strength
My spirit  and God's Spirit will determine the  length.

Oh the mercies of God I have felt and I have known
The power of Divine Providence I have always been shown
In troubles and sorrows and in laughter and  cheer
The Eternal and Omnipotent has always been here...




Monday, November 10, 2014

Keep up your peace now

Keep up your peace now
don't let anything ever discourage you
The world is just a temporary place
that each of us is just passing through
And the things that keep on challenging you
and upsetting the majority of us
Are not worthy of any of those moments
of our unrestrained and unchecked fuss

Hold onto your calmness now
and onto your courageous spirit of  tranquility
Though everything may be moving around you
with such a motion of apparent calamity
You are not that restlessness of energy
or  discouragement that you happen to  see
But rather you are  that hopefulness
and that delight of all of the Divinity.

Stay inside of your own aura now and
inside of  your own unblemished space of bliss
For though all the Heavens may light up
and all the world may  know of Satan's kiss
You will be protected from and shielded from
the worst that  there can ever be
For you are the  beloved one and you are
the sweetest child of the Deity..



Sunday, November 9, 2014

Crinkly leaves beneath my feet

Crinkly leaves beneath my feet
Singing songs of Fall so sweet
Telling tales of where they've been
Whispering secrets deep within

Chillier breezes nip  at me
And whisper things that use to be
Sleeping now beneath their touch
Mother Earth who loves so much

Soon the snow will fall and lay
Sparkling blankets of wintry display
Crisp and cool and sparkling white
Soothing tones of frosty delight

Changing seasons set the tone
For the heart and for the home
Nothing lingers,  nothing stays
Constant change makes up our days


Saturday, November 8, 2014

Oh the beauty of the silent mind....

Oh the beauty of the silent mind
Mysterious treasures it will find
Poetic phrases standing in line
To mix and mingle and form a rhyme

It goes unspoken and nobody knows
The powerful punch, the magnetic pulls
Of the  words enlivened by the mystic world:
Invisible encounters making the  poetic swirl..

Ah the appearance of the rhyming word
It seems to be echoing something  unheard
It challenges the reader to the ocean most deep
And surrounds it with the silences that will speak.


Friday, November 7, 2014

Golden leaves sail through the wind

Golden leaves sail through the wind
And touch my heart and soul within
Inspiring poetry and writing sprees
Words and wisdom are in  the breeze.

Angel spirits are  here and there
Sending secrets through the air
Challenging all to become aware
Hope and wonderment are everywhere.

Cooler weather and naked trees
Speak of things that everyone   sees
Autumn's  presence calling all
See the colors, the sights of Fall..?



Thursday, November 6, 2014

What are you really waiting for....?

Right now is the time and right here is the place
This is the moment to make use of the grace
Delay is the enemy and promptness: the guide
Pick up that to do list and take it outside..

Shake off that slothfulness; embrace now the hour
Let all of the minutes experience your power
Resolve it within you and display it without
There isn't a moment  your actions don't shout

Today is the day for you and tomorrow awaits
Resolve and resolution will open up the gaits
The blessings, the promises, the happiness galore:
Are all at your doorstep: what are you really waiting for?



Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Far from all the arrogance...

Hidden in the unnoticeable-ness and far from all the arrogance
Is the Giver of all life and the Creator of all Intelligence
Shunning the most boastful and embracing the most humble
The Eternal One is the most open to the hearts that now crumble...

Not with the intellectual or even with the great ones
Does the Eternal Omnipotent come seeking any opinions
Something about the Greatness of this Infinite Almighty
That backs away from the fanfare and the media and notoriety.

The Infinite isn't in need of any approval or any rating.
For the  Heaven's aren't a place for the proud or the debating
In them the Everlasting is ever praising the Silent Giving
Of those who are on this earth to promote the fairest living..



Sunday, November 2, 2014

Softly the morning is whispering to me...

Softly the morning is whispering to me:
Wake from your sleep now:  there's so much to see
Rise from your slumber and pull up the blind
See all the wonders and beauties you'll find

Enough with the sleep world and on to the real
Open up your windows and let your self feel
All of the breezes and the winds passing through:
Let all of the created world entertain you..

Hear how this universe is starting to rise
See all of the blueness: it's covering the skies
Ponder the sweetness and the tenderness too
Breathe in the Divinity in all that you do...



Saturday, November 1, 2014

The soothing sound of rain

The clouds are hanging low and pouring down their rain
A steady stream of newness is watering all the plain
Soothing sounds of wholeness in every drop that falls
Creates a pitter patter: oh hear her as she calls?

The skies are colored gray and a darkness hangs around
Sombering sounds of rhythm are falling on the ground.
A soaking spurt of sprinkles is inebriating the earth
Thirsty grounds are opened: each droplet brings rebirth

O quiet down your spirit and still your busy-ness
Try to hear the whispers of every raindrop's kiss
Touch the sacred wonder of the sky who's weeping rain
Let her healing downpour relieve you of your pain...



Friday, October 31, 2014

Cool Whispering Winds..

Cool whispering winds  are blessing our day
Singing of winter and preparing its way
Soon it'll be frosty and so cold to the bone
Autumn leaves are falling; the geese have all flown.

Such a cool crispness speaks when we walk
The leaves have all fallen and are starting to  talk
They tell of their story and create some cool rhyme:
"walk with us our history and share with us your time"

Squirrels are all scampering and  searching about
"Seeds for the winter, and nuts" they all shout
Busy as the beavers and quicker than the bees
These furry little creatures are racing the breeze..

All of the universe and yes: you and me
Are preparing for the weather  we're waiting to see
Out with the skimpies and on with the wool
Away till the next time, our storage is now full..


Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Terrifying, trying moments, when I was just a little child

Oh,those recurring memories, the painfulness of it all:
Remembering all those moments those times when I was small
Terrifying trying moments when I was just a little child
Shielding myself from the abuser: her angry-ness gone wild

It didn't seem to matter that my hands were small and frail
Her lashes knew no mercy and her outbursts would prevail
The least bit sign of upset and I'd be on the  floor
The recipient of her outbursts  till I could take no more...

Day by day this would happen and I would keep it all inside
Though my siblings chose to run and tell the world outside
Something inside me quivered and I'd silence myself in shame
I became the silent sufferer submerged beneath her  flame...

It's hard to take the welcome, the outreach or the hug
Without seeing the floor below me, the memories of the rug
So often the hands that touched me would tear my lips and skin
And it's  only the grace of God that has opened me up again..



Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Let it out

I know you have been broken
and carry a million different
painful memories inside
You have been wounded:
ever since you were a little child
you have wanted to run and hide
The monsters are gone now
but you are still needing to feel
you have that enormous safety net
Only the demon spirits of the yesterdays
are continuing to attack you
and wont let you forget

You have all of your needed weapons
and they are so buried deep down
inside of your being
They can assist you
in the removal of all of those flashbacks
that you have to keep on seeing
I am so sorry that
you have had to go through that stuff
when you were just a child so small
But I know that you are so special
and you have come out of it all
so much better than them all

So, now, if you are needing to be alone
and have the need to let out all
of those stored up tears
Do so now, my dear one and know that
that outpouring will be so much healing
for all of those painful years
You will be rejuvenated and re-elevated
by those flowing rivers
from deep down inside of you
Let out all of those heartaches,
those memories and those broken pieces
that keep on peeking through..



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Monday, October 27, 2014

Keep hoping...

Although you may be feeling  like you've been so utterly broken
And that no one is ever listening to the words that you have spoken
Know that you will not always be taken up with or feeling this  way
Because there's  something more for you: something much brighter
             coming your way

I know this for sure because I have also felt this way before
I have felt stomped on, beaten down and pushed out the door
There were times that I prayed:  "Lord just help me make it through the day"
And then found myself weeping because I couldn't seem to find my way

Oh the world can be so cruel, so heartless, and so very awfully untrue
But there is an army of good beings that are ready to reach out to you
Focus not on those negative nonsensers who will  push you so quickly away
But rather on those who will be your encouragers
                  and your constant light of day.

Keep hoping ..you are loved..



Sunday, October 26, 2014

A million voices from far and near

The wind is blowing strongly today
And in it's breezes that pass  my way:
A million voices from far and near
Shout and whisper: oh, can't you hear?

"There is some laughter and  some joy
I can also hear a girl and a boy
Some are crying and some are not
Some are freezing and some are hot.."

It carries the nations; carries the sea
It touches and hovers all over me
Without an  openness: the ear inside
The wind it's blowing but stays outside

The chimes, they're echoing with its touch
But the soul inside can hear so much
For the wind, it's carrying the atmosphere
Of all the world for  the world to hear



Friday, October 24, 2014

O Marysville

O Marysville your tears are in my eyes
Your hurt's  behind  my sighs
The Heavenly choir, it cries
Clouds weep up in the skies

O Marysville young ones crouch in fear
An array of shots they hear
Such a painful atmosphere
You sorrowing is all in here..

O Marysville how painful is this day
Young lives were taken away
What words are there to say
A red river runs your way


NAMI Durham is a place where you're always invited

Have you ever been worried or ever been struggling?
Are doubts and uncertainties continuously doubling?
Do moments of enlightenment surrender to wondering
Are words from your mouth like the little ones tumbling?

Do you struggle with addictions or bow to the bullying?
Are you looking for friendship or running from the annoying?
Is everything a challenge and do you find life  uninviting..?
Perhaps you are just needing some inner igniting?

There's people who are caring and people who are loving;
A door that is opened: without pushing or shoving..
An  open opportunity, a gathering of the like minded:
NAMI Durham is a place where you're always invited



Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The nightly news....

I cannot help but let these tear drops
water my blurry eyes
My spirit and my being, both are wanting,
to touch the majestic skies
Oh the anguish and the heartache
of seeing this world of ours so torn
We are forgetting and we are neglecting
the reason for which we're born.

Bombs are exploding and people are fighting:
the newscast is on overdrive
Oh what do we hope in and what is this madness
and how can we ever survive?
What is the reasoning and what is the intention:
behind the shedding of blood
My heart is all broken up; my knees are all wobbly:
and the oceans are readying to flood

Oh, can you not hear it: the cry of the universe;
how quickly we're destroying her years
This cannot be happening; this cannot be transpiring:
 we're causing her to  break down in tears
How can we continue it. how can we insist it:
 this demolition of the world that we know
If we will ponder it;  if we will listen to it;
we will hear what our spirit's needing to  know...

.

As you are

I can see you and I can understand you
and I can accept you as you are
You are precious and you are brilliant
and  you are shining like a star
Yes you are broken and you are imperfect:
 and you have flaws that others see
But you are you and you are becoming;
and you're the best that you can be

Let go of timelines; let go of have to's;
let go of things you're suppose to do
Accept the present; accept the moment
and accept the unfinished part of you
Things will be happening; doors will be opening;
and better news we'll come to hear
But we must be patient and we must be hopeful;
we must be willing to trust what's here

Take time each morning; time time each evening;
 take time to think throughout the day
You are so precious, you are so excellent;
you are the only one who can walk your way
Be truly grateful; be truly humbled
be truly enamored by who you are
There can be no  more comparisons; no more belittling:
you're the only you in near lands and far.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The cry of Kobani

See there the wounded and hear all the crying?
The streets and the cities are laden with dying.
All the world's watching. The war's   escalating..
Terrorists advance while  the helpless are  waiting.

Outnumbered, but valiant, the Kurdish unbending
Fight for a nation: their culture defending
Not just for their country; but, for all of their being
Warriors and children are the same: we are seeing.

Blood curdling cries from the places they've conquered
Islamic extremist wave  their  banners so   awkward
Idleness is the culprit,  in  these grueling  consequences:
How many must die before we cripple their defenses?



Monday, October 20, 2014

Beware of the wolves ...

What is that flowing robe of piety:
that cloak of being good?
Beneath your robe is foolishness:
you love not like you should
You wear the crown of sacredness;
and you boast of the age old way:
While turning away the multitudes
and silencing the brand new day

You smell of the sweetest incensed coals;
 you welcome the title: "divine"
Yet, you're fully aware: you're fooling them all:
those visitors to your shrine
Collecting your securities from  baskets of alms:
you paint this picture of love
While failing to begin to live it at all:
 angels speak of your deception above

There'll come a day when the books will close
and the temples and churches too
We'll see them the wolves in clerical garbs
and wonder about all that they do
Brainwashed for centuries the sheep of the way
will scatter both far and so wide
And ponder the mystery of imprisonment
that their teachers so secretly applied..


Sunday, October 19, 2014

Oh, the beautifulness...

Oh the beautiful-ness and the blueness all across the sky
Not a cloud is willing to appear and  the birds serenely fly
There's a calmness and a peacefulness in the atmosphere today
Perhaps because I'm choosing to be the slow one along the way

I can taste the dainty sweetness in the wind that's touching my cheek
The purity of the breezes is what is challenging me not to speak
To be still inside of the frenzy and to be quiet inside the noise
Is what's allowing me to hear the echoes from the tiny violet's voice.

Oh to notice the things unnoticeable and to hear what others can't hear
It's required to be the silent one in the rush of the atmosphere
It's necessary to become the invisible, to become the stillness inside
To touch the mystery of invisible-ness that escapes the world outside.



Saturday, October 18, 2014

Reach out for the Forever-ness

Look at all the greenery that's stretching toward the sky
Sweetly it is singing its quiet melodies for you and I
Whispering sounds of breezes are serenading the trees
Telling us of another world that the angelic being sees

Touching upon the universe and sighing inside its core
The spirit of the Eternal One encourages something more:
Something beyond our reasoning and something beyond our sight
The Heavens are holding a spot for us as we are becoming Its Light

The world is full of frightening things: these will come and go
But the Infinite-ness of Eternity will continue with us below
The heartaches and the challenges; the foolishness of the run
Will halt before  the Eternal-ness of the Ever All Seeing One..



Thursday, October 16, 2014

There's a brokenness and an injury

There's a brokenness and an injury
that is crying out to all
It's coming to us from the nations
and from the many towns so small
It's challenging us from our comfortable-ness
and beckoning us to see
That it isn't so right to remain aloof
when there is so much tragedy...

I know peacefulness is honorable
and silence has its days
But words unspoken in some times
can be inviting lawless ways
We have to become the warriors.
the activists and the peace
But each one will have their moments
and none of these are the least

Choosing an action for the happening
and rising up to meet the need
Will show the world a selflessness
and drop down the silent seed
There isn't much need for boastfulness
for billboards or for wars
But there's always a need for a giftedness
and a  kindness such as yours...


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The storm of the day

The storm clouds were singing:  they created a song
Loud were their soundings and their melody was long
Shaking and shouting they shook up the earth
Soaking rains provided streams of rebirth

The winds they were howling and were carrying a tune
That seemed to be peaceful but echoed some doom
We as the witnesses saw all of nature's display
The weather kept changing; oh what can I say.

The leaves they were blowing and  trees took a bow
The earth and her elements were being disrupted some how
Twas the storm of the moment and the storm of the day
It would leave us with memories and  shake up our way



Monday, October 13, 2014

From the moment of our conception

Each one of us is a living temple
of the Greatest Being  Divine
We carry inside us precious cargo
and gems that will make us shine
No one can ever consider us
to be someone small or  less
Than the One Who's moving within us
and giving us our being-ness

Yes our mortality is so certain
and is giving us our frailties so true
But the Immortal and the Eternal
is giving us an Infinity that will renew
Our being and  our livelihood
and our totality that's inside
We are always in the act of becoming;
 this reality we cannot hide.

To the world we are always being sent out
with a mission that is so unique
It's not something we have ever asked for;
it's not something that we can seek
For from the moment of our conception
and from the moment we came to be
We were marked with our own calling
and our particular destiny




Sunday, October 12, 2014

Transformation

Enter into the peaceful silence
the deep and the abiding silence
Let everything that is unspoken
be within your quiet presence
Be quiet and be so  inactive..
be still and so unadventurous
The spirit within you is wanting
to do something for you so miraculous

Just for some unblemished moments
and for some untainted seconds
Let the world that is around you
become a stranger to your nerves and tendons
Inhale all of this peacefulness,
these molecules of unmeasured stillness
Let the immensity of this sweet occurrence
protect you from every illness

Breathe out all that toxicity
all of that woundedness and false humility
Let out those creepy crawlies
that would strangle away  your peaceful serenity.
It is the moment of innermost renewal
and the moment of spiritual cleansing
When everything has transpired
you'll be for others and self a blessing

Thank you God for my life



Saturday, October 11, 2014

Who will be stopping them?

I tasted the tears of the universe who's calling...
Torrents of anguish in every raindrop that's falling
How can I soothe her or how can I release her
So much is  happening, she's  feeling so insecure.

A nation is weeping over the bloodshed and dying
How can we stop it:  this evilness multiplying
Why are we just watching : this massacre of  innocents?
Hear in the atmosphere the growling and wickedness?

What are we becoming and what it we are allowing
A rising up of lawlessness, we can see all  of their following
Ruthless men of religion with murdering as a mission
Who will be stopping them:  this heartless radical division?


Thursday, October 9, 2014

The ecstasy

A quiet stretch of blue is filling up the morning sky
Silent sounds of plantlets are challenging you and  I
All the world's awakening, creation's starting to sing
Our earth is truly beautiful in spite of everything.

Shades of greens and graying are silhouetting trees
Browns and boasting beiges are highlighting the busy bees
All the created world is colorful and captivating as can be
Who can consider the universe and escape her  ecstasy

Take a moment and a few seconds: breathe in the atmosphere
Allow your soul to be absent from the things you already hear
Be open to all of the mysteries,  so invisible to our eyes
Reach out and touch the elements and the Creator of the skies..


Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Every day is a new day, a new chance, a new version of beginning...

Every day is a new day, a new chance,
a new version of beginning
We can always find a new hope  a new happiness
a new way of.. winning..
Reach out to them: these hours, these moments;
these molecules: evaporating
Let go of them: those negativities, those shadows..
those thoughts so exasperating..

Yes you have felt them and lived them:
these monsters of the past moment
But now you're a free being, a free spirit
and a free resident of this planet
So disperse them: these memories, these phantoms,
these  menacing voices
You don't have to be their victim, their cripple,
their person without  choices

Your scars are your new trophies,
that are shouting out from their hidden places
They are the echoing of your  departure,
from those dark times and dark spaces
Your history's been your trainer, your companion,
your holder of  secrets
Now it's  your emblem, your victory
your dethroning of that world of nonsense..



Monday, October 6, 2014

Before there is ever a hustle and bustle

Oh the harmony and the peacefulness
we see at the break of day
Before there is ever a hustle and bustle ;
serenity  has a way
Of inviting us all away from that stuff
that makes us move and move
Taking the moment to invite us all:
the morning  begins to soothe..

Yes there is, in life, so many things:
so many things that we have to  do
But nothing is ever accomplished well;
 if it we go in hurrying: it is true..
The speed of calm is more capable of producing
than that of the hurried way
So why don't we stop and breathe some more;
it'll improve the quality of our day

We become so caught up in the  whirlwind of they
and all that they're trying to do
That we forget that we are also individual souls
with our own needs and timing: it's true
We can surely be working together for something
and be pursuing together a common good
But we're  also needing to step apart
and take care of ourselves as we should..



Sunday, October 5, 2014

Hear you the sacredness, the secrets, the telling?

Slowly emerging and creeping across the horizon
Dawn is announcing that she'll soon be arriving
With colors so golden so warm in their appearance
She'll soothe every spirit providing her clearance.

Calm gentle voices are humming through breezes
Touching each being: the cold heart unfreezes
Carrying an energy: the sweetest of all releases
Notice inside you: the peacefulness increases..?

Mysterious the murmurings the soundings the echoing
Springing from this silence that is eruptive and swelling
Hear you the sacredness, the secrets and the telling?
All of the created world is alive with The Indwelling



Saturday, October 4, 2014

All the world is crippled...

I hear the quiet whispers of every struggling soul
Crying out in anguish trying to reach their goal
Separated from their homeland scrounging through the earth
All the world is crippled: in need of a rebirth

In this world of plenty and of the millionaire
The angels all are blushing; greed is in the air.
Without the flash of cameras or the headline news
How many of the wealthy would buy the poor man shoes?

It isn't second nature to care for those in need
We haven't the sense of oneness that inspires the kindly deed
The schools and propaganda teach us how to get ahead
But nothing ever prepares us for selflessness instead..


Friday, October 3, 2014

Watching changes helplessly

Storms are shaking up the way
Lightning flashes bright as day
Frightening phantoms of the night
Bringing memories painful sight.

Watching changes helplessly
Wars and rumors: tragedy
People running,, without  home
Deadly illnesses strike and roam..

Who is safe where there is war
People fighting.. peace no more
Prayer is needed: God is too
We have forgotten Him this is true...


Thursday, October 2, 2014

Truth is...

I'm sitting here in the silence before the start up of the day
I can hear the birds a-chirping and they have so much to say
So many different melodies and so many soundings from the trees...
How many are the secrets that are carried  through the breeze

Countless flowing molecules are moving in and through our air
Invisible signs of providence and of an everlasting care
How magnificent is the Omnipotent One, who watches us from Above
He blows into our nothingness and creates everything out of love..

If we could count the instances that we felt we were all alone
We'd   find the supporting arms of One who has created us on His Own
Not for any tiny second of time or any moment, however brief or long
Would the Omnipotent release us from His care..
                         It  is what keeps us strong


Tuesday, September 30, 2014

We are the voice of freedom

Countless voices are rising everywhere around:
In Syria and the Ukraine, in Hong Kong they do sound
Can't you hear them echoing these voices in the air
They're sounding through the  media and sources everywhere

From the brokenness of Syria to the war zone in Ukraine
The  united voices are  forming, the collective sounding refrain
Children without their mothers, the homeless on the street
Are all one  united utterance:  a  resistance to defeat

The soldiers on the horizon and the fighters in the air
Are carrying the signs of freedom to the nations in despair
We wont give up our movements and  we wont allow this wrong
We are the voice of freedom  and liberation is our  song


Monday, September 29, 2014

You nations that notice...

Oh, all the running and the not knowing
Smoke is invading everywhere we're going
Out feet are so blistered and we are so  homeless
Does any care or does anyone take notice ...?

Our children are weeping and we are so tired
Watching the blasts fly from where they are fired
Wandering and roaming inside of this strange land
We are so frightened and so needing a hand...

Nowhere's a comfort and rough is our lodging
While incoming bullets we keep  on dodging
How do we explain it: this unfairness, this running:
Our children keep asking "why all of this gunning"?

What do we tell them these innocent beings
What is the reasoning behind all of our fleeings
How do you comfort them:  children so homeless
Tell us dear media and you nations that notice..



Sunday, September 28, 2014

The dying group...

We looked all around us: we were old; we were gray
But we felt so secure and so safe in our way
We clung to our customs and we clung to our rules
We were even satisfied with the usage of old tools..

So our days grew longer and our numbers grew thin
People were dropping out from the group we were in
We couldn't understand it ..we were inviting everyone
But we weren't really ready to change what we begun..

So our numbers kept  dwindling: our gathering was undone
Because we were so unwilling to make room for anyone
We liked to have our numbers but not the change of guard
We have to make some changes even if we find it hard...


Saturday, September 27, 2014

All the world is crying out..

All the world is crying out:
Every element is starting to shout
Hear the universe, how she's crying?
Self destruction: who's denying?

Smoke is rising: fires igniting
People of every age are fighting
Bombs are falling. Homeless are running.
No one is peaceful; there's so much gunning

Threats are happening, media's flying
Fearful occurrences are all multiplying
Religious fanatics call on the Almighty:
Beheading, slaughtering so many dying?



Friday, September 26, 2014

It seemed like things weren't really going your way

I saw you as you were crying the other day
It seemed like things weren't really going your way
And though I didn't make an effort to speak to you
I could sense inside me all you were going through

I wanted so much to say  that I fully understood
And that the energies around you were not so good
But I simply watched you as you were crying from my post
And thought of what I could do to help you the most

So I took my pen in my hand and I started to rhyme
About things that mattered and were worth some time
I was thinking of you and how much you had bitterly cried
And knew words of comfort would be the best applied

Yet, something inside me shook  me up to my core
For I knew your brokenness was oozing out of every pore
And I felt so very helpless before such a sight
I was wanting to help you but was frozen with fright

Frightened that my words might simply wound you more
OR trigger the oceans withinm you to leave their sturdy floor
So I whispered to my angels about all of  my fears within
And said "Please help her", over and over and over again.