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.

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