Journey of the Heart

I often have a difficult time with regret, doubt and self-esteem… When I look at all my flaws instead of with the eyes of my soul, I feel myself become small and shrink away. If I look through the mirror of my soul, I see the light I truly am, glowing fiercely with passion. May we all see the true light that is fiercely shining through us. Mirror of My Soul mirror of my soul, self reflecting me- when I look deep inside, what is it that I see, the light of my heart, glowing fiercely- as the passion of me, is freely seen, but when I close it- all inside, and see with the eyes, of my mind- sometimes my self reflection, I treat it unkind, for what space in time, do I   hold myself in- reflections of the past, regrets without- forgiveness,   do not taint the diamond- the reflection you truly are, shining brightly with inner beauty- like the light of  a thousand st...

I believe there is a hidden paradise inside of everyone… And to find it one must dissolve into that sacred part of oneself that is aligned with love.   Throughout my life I have been drawn to this quiet place of solitude to escape the chaos of the world. Sometimes, I go to this place seeking comfort in unconditional love. Other times I enter into it for serenity. In this place, I'm not just the poet; I am the poem. The Covenant Within Into this quiet place, I fly without wings deep inside the catacombs of my mind. I find home I find me in this secret place where thoughts are transformed, where mortal and immortal merge as I become love and love becomes me. I drift into a sense   of belonging On a journey of truth and self discovery. Some may call this quiet place A mystery, A lucid dream. But, I call it..... The true covenant Of God, inside of me. Sonja Marie Phillips- Hollie : I was born in the Windy...

The Ebb and the Flow… This is something that’s an ongoing lesson for me – learning to embrace the ebb and flow of things; of my emotions, my muse, my energy levels, my voice. My teachers are the seasons, the Moon and her cycles, the waves that break on the shore, the pull of the tide. During the last super moon, I stood on the grass in our back garden, in the silver-brushed dark, and did some  yoga stretching and balancing, up and down and in and out. The moon was glorious, full and bright and night was holding sway, but just around the corner, was the promise of a new day. Sometimes, I feel a deep, reverberating connection with all of this – with the Ebb and Flow of all things – and I feel that I’m touching on something bigger, deeper and more wonderful than the sum of all its parts… Sometimes, I don’t feel it at all, but that’s part of what I’m learning: The Ebb, as much as the Flow, is part of the connection and, even when I don’t feel it, it’s no less there...

I sometimes feel that I was born to love God, to write and sing of the indwelling Spirit that empowers my life… I don't write for recognition, but to share the sacred invitation to every soul to open the heart to such an intimate relationship that bridges all the opposites connecting the human and divine within ourselves and in all Life. I call God "the Beloved" in the tradition of the mystics who celebrate the Great Silence and the sweet Mystery beyond our certainty. I have found great spiritual freedom in loving and discovering the Presence of divine light in the diversity of the flowing manifestation of creation energy in Nature, in wilderness, in the sharing of our hearts with each other, and in the sheltering love that sets us free to be! The songs celebrate the lightness of being, the joy of relationship, and the belovedness I experience as I surrender to the Beloved. Painting "Song of The Beloved" by Rassouli The Beloved The B...

In the name of God the most Gracious, the most Merciful… My intention when writing is to surrender my current feeling and let the words flow through me so that it may be as an act of prayer or an offering of my innermost self. After I have written it down, I may let it go, although it will still remain. What comes, let it come, what goes, let it go, what’s next? The experience and sensation of life is so strange and enchanting, there are moments and feelings that cannot be captured, but poetry for me is the closest I can get to holding it, cherishing it, then feeling that I can let it go. Sometimes I feel like the poem is writing itself, by the time I get to the end, I am amazed! Sometimes   a poem reveals itself to me- such is the life I feel when I am living with remembrance, and it is my sincere wish to do so. “Birthright” is a reminder to live with this surrender and remembrance, because it is our birthright after all to serve, and love, and simply be. The “ninety-...