Fri, 27 Apr 2012 17:16:00 -0800WeeblyMon, 23 Apr 2012 17:44:17 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2012/04/you-are.html
There is no mountain that you need to climb 
that does not already exist in the pinnacle of your heart
—that has found love. 
For then, the light simply shines, 
and you find that you are the mountain, 
just as you are the sunlight. 
You are the unified field;
you are the touch of the soft earth beneath your feet, 
and in every star you see your God-light shining.

You are the way of the wind blowing through the trees 
and the uplift of the skylark.
You are the song in the shadows 
and the dance within the light.

You are all these things 
that are found in your wholeness, 
just as you are found within the God 
that has always been 
and that arises in each moment as the sun, 
shining upon the illuminated presence
of Self.]]>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 16:19:10 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2012/04/stirred-by-heaven.html
In a moment
we are stirred by heaven
to follow its Will,
to feel its cause,
and let go
to receive
and be
a conduit for its
highest Will
—that knows our way,
and how heaven's fruits
will be born through us.]]>Wed, 28 Mar 2012 21:21:28 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2012/03/what-you-want-most.html
What you want most
is to hold the sun in your hands,
to feel its rays in your heart—
that melt away the half-forgotten images
that you once toiled over.

What you want most
is to taste the freshness
of the breeze
that swirls and spins around you,
freeing you of energies past
so that the fullness of this day can be received.

What you want most of all
is for the songbird
to appear
once again in your heart,
with its hope
—of that sound—
that falls upon your ear
and tells you
that life will go on.

And more wondrous delights will be known to you
than the old path
could ever of shown you.

So, have grace
and be renewed. ]]>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 22:05:49 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2012/02/flying.html
Rainbow wings, fluttering, 
catching the golden light 
upon their tips. 
Swooning, becoming 
One in the ecstatic dance of heaven, 
soaring through the wind.

With a tail of streaming colors 
setting a trail that flows in its wake 
of beauty, devotion, and love.

It is unencumbered, however, by what has passed, 
beyond this moment's embrace, 
for it is here simply to take flight, 
and to feel the benevolence of each moment 
as sun and wind, alike, caress its structure 
and carry it to new heights—
that lie even beyond its present focus, 
of simply flying and being free. ]]>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 15:28:55 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2012/01/to-play-around.html
You will come again 
to the place, the well, from which you drink 
of the eternal joy 
of love, 
and that tide will pass 
and you will skip and dance 
and move around a bit, 
to only then come once again 
to drink from Our eternal bliss.

For it is your nature 
to roll with the tides of play 
and deep silence; 
both keep your Spirit strong 
and your heart joyous, 

so its alright to play around. ]]>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 15:27:18 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2012/01/of-all-of-the-nonsense.html
Of all of the nonsense 
that you have known, 
throw it out, 
discard it, 
and begin with what you 
now know 
as truth

—in this moment. ]]>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 11:14:55 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2011/12/when-all-the-words-have-melted.htmlWhen all the words, that I have known, 
have melted into dust,
there I shall sit beneath the stars
and perhaps the moon will join us.

And a song will arise in the heavens 
as God's voice
calls out 
for all to listen: 
"let it rest 
and let Creation be found 
anew 
within you 
in each day."

So bless it all. ]]>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 11:12:53 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2011/12/peace.htmlPeace touches the softness 
of my heart,
and its droplets 
dissolve, with its light,
all that has cast its illusion 
into the well 
of that sacred space. ]]>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 19:38:56 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2011/11/delicate-flowers.htmlThe light lifts the flower's face towards the sun, 
releasing it from the place where shadows cast their form. 

The flower only has to turn to face the light, 
enjoy is warmth, 
its peace, 
and follow its natural pattern of growth
—where love leads.

Its delicate petals are guarded 
by other stems, 
also filled with God's beauty, 
that stand by its side as protecters and guides 
on the journey ahead.

The flowers' crimson hearts are opened, 
revealing the structures within
that are no longer afraid to be seen. 

The bouquet is mixed with purple-violet blooms 
that look towards the evening sun
—that highlights their beauty. 

It is as if their very colors 
were made 
to celebrate the crimson sky, 
that then turns to the purples of the sun's eventual setting.

Perhaps the delight of such colors 
remind us of the perfection 
held within nature's dance of changing light. 

Perhaps the flowers reflect the unfurling of our petals 
and the revelation and promise of tomorrow's buds, 
that lie in-wait for the morning light 
to coax their opening,
 toward the splendor and wonder that miracle may bring.
]]>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 21:49:24 -0800http://www.ofspirit.net/2/post/2011/10/opening.htmlThere are flowers in my pocket,
imagine my delight 
when that which I thought was empty 
was so filled with fragranced delight.

There are flowers in my pocket, 
that are now so full; 
they are bursting, overflowing, 
with an eternal point of view.

The colors of their blossoms 
reflect the mind and heart 
that have turned, in their emptiness, 
to the Divine heart—
and allowed its blessings to be received.

This moment of opening 
can only truly come 
when the vessel has been emptied 
and so, 
can
then be filled 
by the Divine Source. ]]>