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THE THRILL OF CREATING by Naomi Stone


I love to write in the very early morning before dawn....

I feel that at this time creativity is so heightened: aligned and attuned with a greater Light and Love.

I have a blog with over 700 poems that I have placed there from my early morning writing as I celebrate the Beloved. I think once we connect on a deeper level with God as a Beloved the mystic in us has to take over, because God is more than we could ever know: always creating and relating according to our open hearts and surrendered wills.

 Sometimes I feel that my poems leave a trail like the seasons: they flutter like leaves in autumn and return to the earth so that they then may bloom in the spring of the hearts that encounter them.

We are all connected. I feel that deeply. The Beloved contains us All, and each of us is called to our own heart's way of expressing this.

So I naturally have deep respect for each person's path and their heart guidance and pray for its realization in each life.
The Thrill of Creating

In the silence of morning before dawn

feeling the energy of the stream

of creating

as we continue to let beauty

have its way with us

flowing out to the world in such joyful ways

catching that elusive beauty

that flashes into view

along the edges of vision

not looking directly at it

but letting it slip by in the dream

or in the streaming silence

between waking and sleeping

or in the enchantment of music

flowing and dancing

in and out of awareness

like the face and form and color

appearing on a canvas

or on the screen in digital play

in the words that seem to arise

out of the whiteness

and purity of the page

or out of the dark skies of the mystic night

whispering to the open heart

kissing the open hand

that holds the brush or the pen

the dear ones are there

unseen and outside of time

waiting for us to be touched

by the one caressing and kissing

our eyes

coming to life in our soul.
~



Naomi Stone: "I am a contemplative, a mystic, a pilgrim, a seeker, a woman deeply in love with the God hidden in all of us, in all of His Creation, who comes shining out when we least expect it and takes my breath away and breathes me with His sublime Presence in everything. I have two sons and loved raising them. I was a teacher for years, taught at the university level, did some community work, helped start a hospice in our area, and worked with patients and families for years. I am consoled by Nature and the natural world and have embraced the life of a spiritual hermit." You may visit Naomi on her website here where she has shared over 700 of her poems over the last four years. You may contact her via Facebook here. 


~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 

Comments

  1. I think everyone can feel a piece of her soul in these words :
    "in the words that seem to arise
    
out of the whiteness

    and purity of the page

    or out of the dark skies of the mystic night
    
whispering to the open heart

    kissing the open hand

    that holds the brush or the pen
"

    Lovely poem ...thank you

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