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
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I think everyone can feel a piece of her soul in these words :
ReplyDelete"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