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DARK MIDWINTER HUSH by Cheryl Anne Bratman

Always at the Winter's Solstice, these Great Beings I am blessed to encounter somehow come into a more crystal clarity in the cycles and elements of Earth, as well as in my own soul. Their stories circle round and round; a great, deepening spiral, to teach and lead us in the Ways of Love. 

Dark Midwinter Hush

Sun of the Seasons
Greater Light
Do not hurry
Do not rush to show
For I am happy here
In the dark midwinter hush
Enfolded in the comfort of
The Lady’s blue-black
Star-speckled cloak
Oh, to still the wheel
A wondrous while
At this calm and splendid spoke
Son of the Highest
Light of the World
Do not hurry
Do not rush to grow
For I am happy
With You in the manger
Far from all Your destined danger
Clutched now safely
To Your Mother’s Breast
Oh, to stay right here
A wondrous while
In this quiet, starry rest.

Cheryl Anne Bratman: As a very young girl, I discovered the magic of turning my observations and swirling thoughts and feelings into poems and songs. The love of language; spoken, sung, and written, an…

SWADDLED by Ruth Calder Murphy


Just breathe -
- deep -
till your lungs become worlds
where dreams grow
and new life begins -
out - completely -
till nothing is left but another new start.
Just listen -
listen to the beating of your own insistent heart -
when there’s nothing else to say or do
that can be said or done.
Allow your mind the liberty to run
- to fly -
and open up your inner eye
to vast infinity.
Just know
the swaddling bands of such deep mystery
that hold us here in our humanity
- immanent Divinity -
and feel the touch of more beyond:
transcendent liberty.

Inhale the fragrance of fresh-laid hay
and hear, from far away,
the distant chorus of a Heavenly host.
There’s more than our wildest philosophies can dream
in Heaven and Earth.
We’re swaddled, all
- cocooned -
waiting for another rebirth.

Ruth Calder Murphyis a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of two published novels, The Scream and The Everlasting Monda…

WOVEN AS ONE by Lauren Love

Woven as One

We as One, yet it's only just begun.
Cut from the same cloth, Spun from same web.
Recognition beyond the face, woven together throughout time and space.
A Celestial Dream, unfolding beyond our eyes.
Beyond the stages, Beneath the signs.
A melody divine, not yours nor mine, beyond all time.
The beloved is found within our divine merging, graceful timing, harmonic rhyming.
Revealing the Godly essence of our hearts and minds.
It is our rising time: Together in God's embrace, The One Divine Face

Lauren Love: Lauren works as a Montessori Teacher and Carer of Magical Babies. She is passionate about holistic education for little ones and her intention is to empower and inspire the children and encourage them to develop their innate inner gifts. Lauren feels that teaching kindness, collaboration, creativity and connection are just as important as academic subjects and enable our children to blossom into loving, confident and self empowered adults. The children are the future of our planet and i…

LET US DANCE by Tammy Takahashi

Let Us Dance

There's a little voice,
a little self inside you,
and she loves, he hopes,
they are filled with wonder,
we are itching for more
because we know, we sense,
we feel how abundant
the world is, and we are.

There are tiny buds
and voluminous blossoms
sprinkling the planet,
and this is delightful
as they come and go,
as in the fresh spring wind,
they dance.

There are small hills
and the grandest mountains,
elegant and momentous,
still as a Buddha,
and slowly, with the long view,
they dance.

The rivers in flow,
the oceans capturing
all our momentum
as they crash and retreat,
carry, reflect, lie still,
and dance
under the sun, then moon,
which are always
dancing with each other
to give us our moments
of bright and shifting light.

We are called, we are pulled,
we are beckoned to dance.
We want to dance,
we are inspired to breathe
with the world,
in constant motion;
nothing stays, rests for long.

May we rest when we can,
and then,
let us dance.

Tammy Stone Takahashi is a writer, poet, photographer and student of life. H…

THIS IS THE DAY by Ruth Calder Murphy

This is the Day

This is the day;
- a day of breaking forth and rising up,
of angels sitting on weighty analogy,
spilling glory like gold -
and all the stories ever told
have a place to live and breathe and stay,
in the garden of Today.

This is the day when Connections come to life,
Divinity rises with the Sun
and Darkness rolls away -
when all the threads of all the webs
that were ever once begun
are drawn into dew-decked-dazzling perfection
and Resurrection has its way.
This is the day
- the Day where shadows on the walls of caves
blaze to bright reality -
the day where every other day can be
for ever and eternity;
where dark and light and life and death
are balanced in every single breath -
where Humanity meets Divinity
and Paradise is given birth
right here, right now,
on Earth.

Ruth Calder Murphyis a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of two published novels, The Scream and The Eve…


Living Radiant Heart

it starts in a hut deep in the
winter woods
my feet on the ground  
fists shaking the air 
mouth sounds howling 
woolen threads unravel me here
a small shelter
feathers and trinkets
sticks and mud
spinning blue pearls
unending stitching
on a map
radiant and glistening
beating and visceral
sacred knots and knowing vessels
each round christened by a tear
a cluck cluck clucking
a clock
each one held in a holy longing
by the in: pulsing
of the connection
soul’s longing
wilding running leaping
living radiant heart
it starts in a bed
made of rivers and rocking chairs
masts of sailboats gliding through glass
over ghosts and spirits
laying sleepy
nothing to grasp
and I am finally
now: here
forever moving towards the one
we collide
living radiant heart

Lana Maree Haas is a Kirtan Artist, Singer, Songwriter, and Poet. She is a massage therapist and also practices Reiki and Sound Healing using Reiki and her voice. All of her life she's had melodies coming to her, and through he…

EVERY WINTER REBORN by Cheryl Anne Bratman

Every Winter Reborn

Love draws me
once again
into the Season
of Light beyond
all intellect and reason.

The Heart, moist-beating
to defy all that is stoic,
static, and dry; ecstatically
throbbing warm beneath
the new winter sky.

Love draws me
once again
to revel and roam
in Crystalline Wonder~
though no longer under
this spell all alone.

Nobility is centered,
seated surely upon
a throne of gilded humility.
Radiant Kindness shines
beyond all limitation of
distance and time,

Lighting the path
of Love thought lost
and thawing the pauper’s
frost-bitten dreams.

Ask the child
in the Soul’s Palace
just what Christmas means…
and she will, without even slight
hesitation, recite the Story of Love;

of a Star newborn
in blue-black midnight
and a young Mother
bringing a weeping world
to Her Tender Breast,

so that Every Child
may come and rest,
blanketed in an Eternity
weighted softly with Unbounded Grace.

Our Mother will
never leave us
to “cry it out”
without Comfort,
or to succumb to
the harms and horrors
which have not yet heard
the news of th…

NO LONGER A THREAT by Sarah Carlson

No Longer a Threat
A hole in the screen, a break in the skin, a door left open. A worry that something will infiltrate, infect, fester. A constant sense of jeopardy rooted in origins  both understood and not. This powerful effect of the wound is losing its potency as boundaries are determined and continue to fortify in such a way as to allow benevolent permeability. All the while the true taproot  grows stronger with life giving liquids circulating  more and more freely. Mind settling,  heart nurturing,  soul fostering – dynamic and sure  they surge and swirl, providing a fullness  that is at the same time  fresh and familiar. Truth spirals,  grace expands,  love swells, and there simply is  no longer a threat.

Sarah Carlsonhas many pieces to her whole, as most of us do. Those pieces include: mother, teacher, daughter, friend, widow, sister, skier, bicyclist, hiker, coach, drummer, and poet. Sarah lives in the western foothills of Maine where opportunities to make connections amid the splendor of the rivers, lakes a…

YOUR TIME COMES by Romana Ercegovič

Your Time Comes

And so,
one day,
your time comes.
Just like that,
as if everything would have always been very simple,
as if you haven’t years after years
been trying, waiting, trembling
secretly waving carpets of dreams,
fearing to bring them out.
And then one day
you simply sing your song,
step out of your hideaway,
through the armors of thick thoughts,
stop stammering
and clearly say
who you are
and what you want
and begin to shine with all your simplicity
so divinely beautiful
that you astonish even yourself
and you smile
and laugh
and walk on
with Beauty in your eyes
as if with this lightness
you have always walked the Earth.
Simply, your time comes.

Romana Ercegović is an explorer and creator of new ways of soulful theater art from Slovenia. She chose an independent artistic path and follows her vision of theatre, which awakens the perception of beauty, magic, pure joy of life, honors the balance of the feminine and the masculine, as well as the connection to Nature. Romana plays many roles – Ph.D. in dram…

I'VE FOUND IN YOU by Janavi Held

From the editor: It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that yesterday afternoon Janavi Held, a very dear friend and spiritual sister of mine, and regular contributor to our poetry project has left us after struggling with a terminal illness for years. She left peacefully surrounded by loved ones. This is the last poem she wrote, in which she calls out to Divinity to take her.

I've Found in You

love like an ocean I’ve found in You  my little dear one and yet, I know You  run off at night playing God, but my sweet  I am grateful that You return to  me in the day spilling Your silky voice into my wanting ears and drenching my eyes with all that lovely sweetness. Your hands are little gems, which capture the morning light Your palms are like the sunrise itself and your eyes, so deep, as if the enormity of love could live there effortlessly.
Take me away with You my sweet  for You know my heart is Yours as You’ve stolen it away  by glancing at me with  Your gleaming smile such sweet lips and chee…

SNOW ON THE OAKS by Cheryl Anne Bratman

Snow on the Oaks

how quiet it seems
with snow on the oaks
so still they dream
of the lush lusty green of spring

but winter’s silent milky moment
is no somber grove of grief
all flows amber clement within
no matter how cold the surface
the hidden heart is sap and fire
as soul and skin await awakening
of the sweet vernal desire
the dark and cold so subtly stokes
it makes me smile
what’s happening below…
while how quiet it seems
with snow on the oaks.
Cheryl Anne Bratman: As a very young girl, I discovered the magic of turning my observations and swirling thoughts and feelings into poems and songs. The love of language; spoken, sung, and written, and also the silent language of presence, has remained through all life's twists and turns. I am a lover and celebrant of the elements and seasons of the Heart and Soul, of Earth and Spirit; finding All Life to be sacred. I deeply enjoy the privilege of sharing my life with three beloved children and a few more than three beloved friends. Presently I…


Dreaming of Women's Tribe

In my dreams
We weave the fabric of peace around the globe
And inhabit our communal dwellings in every place we know
We sleep together on earth's rich blanket under the starry night sky.

In my dreams
We listen to the life's hum
Coming through the woodlands and forests, deserts and grasslands.
We breathe in their freshness as we blow life into their lungs
In my dreams
We walk together hand in hand
And face our challenges
With open hearts and offering hands
And wash away our tensions in healing waters of Mother's Womb

In my dreams
Our crops and gardens are lush and abundant and wild and free
And every plant speaks to our souls
Offering its healing balm, tender guidance and pure love
In my dreams
Our children are growing as wild and free, whole and in harmony with their true nature
Thriving in every way

In my dreams
We hug, feed and water our lives
With fires glowing in our hearts
In the sweet presence of each and every  moment and celebrate our sisterly love
And our hono…