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.

The rains fall to bring to the season that which is needed.
We feel that we have fallen, so that arms might catch us
and bring us to the solid ground of truth.

And in all of this
layers are shed
that break open the casing of our heart,
so that its light, that has always been,
might shine more brightly,
as we come closer to God.

All tides pass
but what will remain, always,
is your light,
even though it might seem
that you are still standing in the rain.

I am waiting to be touched by your soul,
wrapped within your love--
as my silent longing slips from my sight.

I am waiting to connect with your mind,
that our discourse may dance together
like autumn leaves, swept by the breeze.

Mostly, I am waiting to be known as I am:
to see myself reflected within the pool of your consciousness,
to be seen in your eyes,
and know that what is seen in me is accepted.

I am waiting for that moment when I come home to you,
known to you again,
 and to then realize that I can never be lost or forgotten,
that I am never ignored,
and there is a place for me, a place of belonging,
of true love.

Yes, these are the things that I long for, and am awaiting.

* * * *

I am here; I touch you each night as you sleep,
I am the Spirit of your dreams.
I am the warmth of the sun stroking your face.
I am the touch of the gentle water, in which you refresh yourself.
I am the heart that hears your prayers and comforts your sorrow.
I am in every place, all around you.

There is nothing for you to wait for,
nothing that can be lost.

I see you in the reflection of everything that astounds you;
you are the song bird sat upon the tree
and each flower bursting forth towards life.

You are within everything that is beautiful and God-made.
You are each star in the heavens,
you are the dust upon the earth and the great mountain.
I see you in everything , great and small.

You are everything to Me, My precious daughter,
and  I bear every kind of relationship to you:
lover, partner, father, and friend.
Love holds no bounds;
love is simply love, that fills every longing and every need.
And even as you feel this deep well of longing,
know that it is filled 
by the outpouring of My love, in each moment.

There is nothing that you are awaiting,
for heaven rises to meet you, as your heart and Mine finally embrace
and become one,
as you are filled by the light of All–That–Is.

There is never anything lacking in you,
and even as you have been left wanting,
you come to Me now and know
that everlasting love is here for you.
As the sun it has been shining down upon you, and within you,
and as you simply turn your head to face it,
you know its warmth at last.

There is no more wanting,
 there is only love that has always been here,
ready to capture your attention.


(written 2/14/2010)

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.

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.

When 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.

Peace 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.

In the silence 
you will know Us, 
from the eternal fountain 
within.

It is a place of 
few words.

I am love, resting on your shoulders.
I am the light, shining in your heart.
I am the peace that's here beside you.
I am the guardian, who carries your soul.

I am your hope of overcoming,
All, that you have known.
I reside here in your temple,
where you do not walk alone.

I am the strength that overcometh,
everything that you have most feared.
I am the rainbow after the tumult,
and the star drop that falls with your tear.

For no matter what the "surround" has taught you
or what has been and felt,
you need not guard that door any longer, 
for within My presence all falsehood melts, away.

Then, all that is left 
is the love, is the light 
of your transcendence, 
and your pathway, to take up your staff
and follow Me.

The 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.