As the light of this world fades,
its story, its transparency, clear,
and even as that light has gone
there is a new light that is here.

It touches the eternal of your being
and this light can never dim,
for it exists in the part of you
that rests close Him.

It is to this light that you turn now
and open to receive.
It's the dwelling place
that's there for you
in the silence of your heart.

So, allow all things to fade now,
the old ideas to pass you by,
for they belong to a world
where your past tomorrows die.

Within this light of love
new dreams take flight,
on those open wings
of yours
and with grace you unite.

Let the taste of each moment
guide you;
let your savor of each day
be born,

as all rests in the knowing
that
you walk with God this way.

All else is transitory
and in this a great blessing known,
even if you realize this
truth
alone.

A swirl of air stirs around me
as the breath of light fills me,

and an untouched soul
is offered
a cup
from which to drink.

A dance of light surrounds me
and glistens on cool waters;
the mountain gazes upon me
showing me the way

—to breathe, to say, to live
in God's bounty
of beauty
in each day.

All of this
is
Simply Spirit
—simply love.

You're as pure as the song bird
flying through the breeze,
as sacred as the butterfly
opening her wings.

You're a presence of wonder
opening to God,
as you are the light inside of you
that shimmers on water's edge.

You were made in heaven
and this will always be known,
and all that has crumbled
is simply a story you've been told.

You are grace-filled and present
inside of your heart,
where you see the truth of Us
and know we will not part.

You're the sunlight on the waters
of the beauty of your soul,
you're the daisy in the summer fields
where only truth is told.

All this we bequeath to you
so that you will know
you walk in heaven inside of you
where this truth has come to grow

in the sacredness of your own heart.

There's just this special something
upon which everything rests.

There's just this sacred feeling
that love has blessed.

There are wonders of that Everything
that are brought to us each day

where the symphony of Creation
moves around us
in God's sway.

There's only this One special thing,
call it energy or light.
Its the consciousness behind it All,
its the love that gives us flight

that lends itself to our existence,
our essence, and our life
in every day.

Through love you center in peace
in the sanctuary that you've made home.

Through love your eyes are opened
to see the light glistening upon the waves.

Through love silence is known
that settles all the tides that have past,

and through love a light arises within you
that was always meant to be shared

through love.

You have known this love
and taken it into the depths of soul, of heart,
so even as waves may wash
upon the mighty shore of your being
they will not hold, for long,
nor touch
the tender skin
of your soul's softness.

The waves are simply a reminder,
a remembrance,
of what you once have known
and have cleared
from the reality, from the perimeter,
of a soul
who had tasted
the sweet nectar
of the gods
and made their truth her own.

In each day there is a welcoming
to the light
that arises in you,
shape-shifts you,
and aligns you to the newness
born in you,
through this light.

In each day
the garments that you have worn
—yesterday--
are all laid down and put away,
for today
the glistening robe
of this day's breeze
comes to be worn
and its light known
—unto your new Self.

Upon the path
blossoms are blooming,
one placed before the other.

They are to be discovered
with each stepping stone you take,
with Our hand placed upon you,
your shoulder,
guiding your way.

This is not so you may be different,
nor be more than you can be;
it is simply that Our light
shines through the windows of your soul
to help you to see
in a new way, a new day,
with each step you take
on this pathway of the Divine.

Silver light glistening
upon the surface
of ocean waves,

touching, with softness,
the coolness beneath.

It appears as if it has always existed,
beyong the tide's course
and changing currents.

Its just silver light
existing
in all of its beauty
because its nature
is to do so,
to simply exist.

The crows call.
They are messengers
announcing the tide of change
in men's hearts.

They call us to the opening
in present sky
that invites us
to walk through
into another world
—where they have flown and visited
and now have returned to bring their call of peace.

There are thin veils that are lifting,
everywhere,
within our world.
Windows, doorways, are opening,
much like the one that crow flew through.

These are chambers to our awakening,
to possibilities within the human heart
to know peace and to come to know
the realm within,
that is of that other world
where the only truth
is love—period.