pristine perspective

the phoenix rises

          dancing within a rainbow of colour

                    lifting out of the soul’s debris

          from unexperienced losses

                              finally brought to the light of the sun

i clear away the ashes

          and polish the facets of my being

                              ready for this shining forth

                                        of my internal light

this pristine perspective

               bringing clarity to the path

                                                   of what is next

                         may the good times roll

. . .

the best is always yet to come

so very grateful

i am so very grateful for this mingling

                    of the joys and sorrows

                                        of this enfoldment

i thrive within the passion

           for all those things in my life

                                   that move me forward

                    which of course is everything

                                   and

                    the places to which i move

                              depending on

                                        the thoughts i choose to entertain

                                        the scenerios into which i pour my will

                                        the  strategic spot on which to place myself

                                                             along the continuums of life

. . .

the best is always yet to come

‘old friends’

‘old friends’ meeting

          dissolves boundaries

                    fortified throughout this lifetime

          bringing us to stand face-to-face

                    in the garden of our most treasured delights

                                                    sharing

it is the sharing that brings the greatest joy

                    the witnessing by a friend

                              of that which has touched the soul

          and in this mutual sharing

                    the garden flouishes

                              expanded by the gift of self each brings

                              and by those born within the joy we share

                a much welcomed happiness

. . .

the best is always yet to come

company never hurt a home

company is coming – oh my

                    plan the dinner and bake a pie

          make fresh bread and cinnamon buns

                    clean the kitchen with the dishes all done

fold the laundry to each one’s pile

                     clean the bathrooms and polish the tile

          vacuum the corners and put things in place

                              dust each surface and straighten the lace

move all the furniture back into line

                    clean the windows and make things shine

          with time left over to count to five

                              their car is turning into the drive

. . .

we have had our stories and all of our fun

                   and now it is time for them to run

          the visit is over and said our good-byes

                              thankful for friends and family ties

sit on the sofa and put up my feet

          look around and oh what a treat

                    my home is clean for me

. . .

the best is always yet to come

Easter Joy

Christ is risen – having come to Earth from the highest of the most high -  to experience this Earthly death – to sink into the darkest depths of the underworld and on this Easter morn rise up again from this sleep of death into the light of Spirit … this Joy of this Easter morning is to remind us that we are also immortal Spiritual Beings experiencing this Earthly journey and that our death here is only to this life and then into the continuance of our Eternal Beingness … Christ is Risen – our reminder that we too shall rise again … Easter Joy

this best is always yet to come

the fresh spring air

today i focus on the things i want to see – the brilliant sun that melts away the snows of spring revealing the first tiny shoots of green – the children in their brightly coloured rubber boots splashing in the gathering pools and building boats to sail along the ditches’ flowing water – the returning of the songbirds perched upon the tree outside my window filling my soul with their reveries …  i sit upon my porch and feel like a butterfly emerging from my warm and cozy winter cocoon to breathe in the fresh spring air … i let go of the old and with open arms welcome all the new beginnings awakening from within my own spring

the best is always yet to come

where am i with my dreams

the death of my dear friend brings me into the face of my own mortality … what of his dreams? – and where am i with my dreams? – the ones that i imagined as a child and along the way gained clarity and depth and scope – how close are some of these to being called to make appearnce on this stage i stand upon today … what are the smallest things to be done that will make the biggest difference in bringing the greatest number to fruition … and then of course there are all those other things that could be brought to completion with the utterance of the least amount of words – ‘i ask forgiveness and i forgive’ – i am so grateful for the gifts that this forgiving process brings – including the new levels of existence for everyone concerned … and so i talk to you my friend in that place where we abide together forever

the best is always yet to come

boundless perfection

my cousin and dear friend passed away recently and i am reminded of a poem i wrote when the love of my life passed on some seventeen years ago and i wanted to share it with you

i know that i shall never see

                           the light of day upon your face again

             or hear the joyous sound

                                 of your very laughter

i know that i will never get to touch

                        the softness of your hair against my skin

           or feel the grip of your strong hand upon mine

i feel like a desperate woman

                              my need to see you consuming my whole being

             and yet i know that time will heal the pain

we have spent so many years

                            and all that time i have been your woman

            i know there is a tie that binds us

                              throughout eternity

                                          i knew it the instant that we met

                                                             and that has never changed

many times i thought

                    that i could separate myself from you

                        and the bond grew stronger

          our time apart never makes what we have less

                          but in that realm of thinking

                                               where true freedom lies

                                  our relationship expands and soars

                                                         leaving this mundane existance

                                                                    entering into boundless perfection

                                                                                           and

                                                                                  there we shall meet again

. . .

the best is always yet to come

to the moon

to the moon

which lightens the path in the dark abyss

            holding the feminine soul in its keeping

 so what is the meaning of this journey within the feminine

                         the temple for this spirit being this vessel

                                       innately held within an aura of love

with love being the greatest gift of all

the feminine magnifies what is

            and shines a light on the beautiful that lies within

                                        radiating that to all

                      the balancing act

i dance the ballet of balance

                      always held within my life of soul

         that place where feelings pirouette and leap with grace

                                 and touch once more upon the earth

                                                                 and sigh

that breathing in and out

                 of my feminine nature as it seeks wholeness

it is not a solo dance

                and i must seek that masculine within my world

                                   with whom to step this dance of love

                          and within this choreography

                                                    the light begins to shine

. . .

the best is yet to come

the power of my word

‘in the beginning was the word’

i must be vigilant to speak forth only that which i wish to come into my life … once i become conscious of the power of my word i will only utter that which is in alignment with my desires … my reality becomes the manifestation of these desires through my word

the best in always yet to come