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Musings

Words come to me.
I willingly let them in,
all the way down,
to root me back into this Divine Experience called Life.

There’s something about Writing;
fingers playing with a string of Words,
hands desperately searching for just the Right Touch.

Then there’s Speaking your piece,
Words slip out of the mouth
glide over soft lips and land gently on another’s ear…

Words,
Come to Me.
I summon you this evening
under the sly smile of the Moon.
Carefully unravel The Mystery
Take me back to Divinity
This is my Prayer.

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Words Come
to Me!
From the Heavens in my Heart
to the sea in your eyes where your Soul resides
I send to you my Warmth.

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I have not forgotten

This Daily Inspirational Message was originally sent out on June 24th 2013.

I remember it as one of the most synchronistic days of my Life.
A day of small-talk with The One who took the original photograph (Chamela, Mexico, circa 2007).
A day when questions arose, confessions were made, and a passion was re-kindled.

DSC01185This photo was taken from Love, he said…

But what is Love?

Back in the desert, he taught me that Love is Respectful, and Love is Free.

Because it is without need, it seeks to take nothing not freely given. It seeks to hold nothing not wishing to be held. It seeks to give nothing not joyously welcomed…Love is that which is free, for freedom is the essence of what God is, and love is God, expressed.

– Neale Donald Walsh, Friendship with God

Indeed.

Even if you have come and gone,
again…

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I have not forgotten.

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The Scent of Longing

I Am Woman

It smells like you
Your scent hangs heavy in the air
Like my hair,
As it spirals down my face like smoke,
     after days of tending the fire.

Your wet, dampened-by-the-rain scent
Spreads
Like the thread of your presence
Weaving a web of memories
   – others remembered, others yet to be fulfilled –
       around me.

It smells like rain
I caught a whiff of the mist rising to kiss the Sun.
Like a prayer it raised me up to the Heart of the Heavens and led me to the clouds that gather in your eyes.

Your aroma is that of the Earth.
   Humble.
      Comforting.
         Penetrating.
It seeps through the soil of my fertile Heart-Mind and inspires the Truth.

I hear the Song now
Each dew drop a note in the Symphony of Life.

And so…I feel your…

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