Journey of the Heart

  I feel a deep connection with this poem… For I am the poet and the poem. My poem acknowledges the divine within us all. Yet, as spiritual beings in earthly garments, we are much deeper than the story that we tell ourselves. We are the authors of our own stories, the goddesses of our own truth and retribution, and creators of our own destiny. Immortal Pages of Me by Sonja Marie Philips As the moonlit night Peers through my window, Unspoken verses of her spill into the empty pages of me. Anticipating, my return to it Fate unlocks the door to my inner tellings mystic winds blow out my candle. As I sit at my old vintage desk A different side of me is emerging- Thoughts no longer separated Her words living deep inside of me. like an angel longing for her body I embrace the two. Nodding at my desk I fall into my own story ripping out the darkest pages of my journey Every line Every word a new story emptying out of me as the ...

The Divine is Everywhere! When I am tempted to limit The Divine, there comes, by grace, a gentle corrective to my soul; that I may know the Inestimable Gift and Inevitable Fulfillment of Life and Love in myself, and all things. You and All Things by Brigid Clare Oak Do not think Me distant and cold. I Am the Warm One beside you in soft summer grass. Do not think Me hard as marble or breakable as glass. I Am Breath. I Am Blood. I Am Deep Well of Presence. Find in Me your cleansing. Find in Me your refreshing. Find in Me your life, your flow, your peace; your joy, your song, your sweet release. Do not think Me any law but Love; Love Overshadowing. Love Enlightening. Love Encircling. Love Indwelling. Love, the Ground and Growth of All Being. I Am The Love, The Lover, The Beloved. I Am the ecstatic swelling of your soul; Divinity spilling, overflowing; the human heart thrilling, the human mind knowing. I...

  I admit it: Despite the fact that I’m all for savoring every gift I’m given, and speak often about it, sometimes, I get irritated by people… These are people urging me to “seize the day” or “live in the moment” or “make the most of the time you have, because time goes so quickly”... Because sometimes, life being “too short” and time passing “too quickly” is neither here nor there, when you’re up to your eyeballs in it and hanging on by the skin of your teeth for it all to stop and give you the opportunity to rest. I remember feeling like this especially often when my children were very tiny and all three of them were at home, most of the time. The days when I was their primary career, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and … It. Never. Stopped. I love - and loved - being a Mother, but sometimes, the opportunity to make every moment count gets swallowed up in the sheer exhaustion of getting through the moments until bedtime! Having said all that, “gathering ...

                                                                                  (Editor's note) Souls uniting from all over the world to make art via the Internet is so very inspiring to me!  The poems you are about to read below emerged from one such connection. They will take you on a journey  through  the chakras, or the psycho-energetic centers in our bodies ,  according  to the ancient yoga tradition.   The poetry flowed out of Tammy T. Stone, a Canadian writer and photographer living in Japan, after having been moved by the beautiful yoga  artwork of Helene Averous, who is French and living in Singapore. Their beautiful creations were then woven together by yours  truly, into a meditational video you may ...

Sometimes we layer ourselves with veils, covering our true vulnerable selves... When we are vulnerable to our surrender, to the releasing of what covers our true light, it actually becomes our courage and our strength. Life in its Transparency by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg life in its transparency, we hold the veils- that layer us, sometimes dark and mysterious- holding our soul inward, not exposing vulnerability, when actually it is our courage. sometimes colorful, with sheerness of opening- just a glimpse of our light beings, dancing in the presence- of living, but if the veils are lifted, in the nakedness   of- love revealing, we are like air- like wind that moves, between the moments- that dance with us, that carries us- to fly high, to our place of truth seeking- we can hold it all, gently and powerfully- in the openness of believing, transparent and vulnerable- powerful and courageous, mingled together...

I confess to an ongoing battle within myself… Part of me feels safe confined in more traditional and socially accepted parameters of belief and being, and part of me feels utterly maddened by those same parameters. I seem to be engaged in a constant work of integration of my "inner nun" and my "inner gypsy". There is a lovely Feminine Presence who seems always to softly swoop in and rescue me when I have gone too far into hiding and am in danger of losing the more colorful part of myself. She seems always to arrive in the spring: to tend the garden of my restless soul. Blessed is She.  Photography by Catherine Ghosh Flower  by Brigid Clare Oak You call me into this quiet space where You alone can teach me You, of the Soft Hands and the Tender Heart You, of the Fierce Freedom and Powerful Protection You reach into my woundedness and draw me forth from my own clutching keeping Out of that tiny, hidden room where the c...