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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
ā€Øfeeling the energy of the stream
ā€Øof creating
ā€Øas we continue to let beauty
ā€Øhave its way with us
ā€Øflowing out to the world in such joyful ways
ā€Øcatching that elusive beauty
ā€Øthat flashes into viewā€Ø
along the edges of vision
ā€Ønot looking directly at itā€Ø
but letting it slip by in the dream
ā€Øor in the streaming silence
ā€Øbetween waking and sleepingā€Ø
or in the enchantment of music
ā€Øflowing and dancing
ā€Øin and out of awareness
ā€Ølike the face and form and color
ā€Øappearing on a canvasā€Ø
or on the screen in digital play
ā€Øin the words that seem to arise
ā€Øout of the whitenessā€Ø
and purity of the pageā€Ø
or out of the dark skies of the mystic night
ā€Øwhispering to the open heartā€Ø
kissing the open handā€Ø
that holds the brush or the penā€Ø
the dear ones are there
ā€Øunseen and outside of timeā€Ø
waiting for us to be touchedā€Ø
by the one caressing and kissingā€Ø
our eyesā€Ø
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!~ 

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  1. I think everyone can feel a piece of her soul in these words :
    "in the words that seem to arise
    ā€Øout of the whitenessā€Ø
    and purity of the pageā€Ø
    or out of the dark skies of the mystic night
    ā€Øwhispering to the open heartā€Ø
    kissing the open handā€Ø
    that holds the brush or the penā€Ø"

    Lovely poem ...thank you

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