How do I describe this gentle

yet powerful surge and longing

as I make one strike and

my heart opens, swells to fullness…

A broken heart is an open heart, 

the shattered cracks let the Light shine in and through. 

The depth of our love is an infinite mystery that I wonder…

She speaks of the initial light we feel when awakened and then; “Now the darkness grows, and it is filled with crooked things, bitter and weak, each one bearing my name.” 

“When we pray to love God perfectly,

surely we do not mean only.

(Lord, see how well I have done).”

My morning ritual is to do my Yoga practice, meditation, and sound codes before going to the kitchen for morning coffee or tea to journal and read a poem each day by Rumi.

Sunny morning, pale blue sky, glistening snow on trees and rooftops as the sunlight touches the dark tree branches a million twinkling lights sparkle.

When does the Light within ignite to change what is?

To bring healing to the human self and awaken to the glory of the Divine?

The world is softer, kinder, and more beautiful when the holidays are here, which is why I believe in the Christmas stories, the magic of Kris Kringle, the open hearts of mankind, the bright colors of Kwanzaa, Diwali’s festival of lights, Hanukah, and the solemnity of the Nativity.

My heart has been full of gratitude, long time memories scroll through mind like a movie reel. Memories of people who touch my life, acts of kindness, generosity, laughter, thoughtfulness, tears, and good times.

Known or unknown.

You are One with All

and Everything.

You wear a crown of perpetual Light?

A subtle energy thread that connects you to Source?

God the Creator of All and Everything?

For months now I have sat by the window.

Observing the change from summer to autumn.

Leaves of green gradually changing, yellow, gold and orange.

Slowly they fall, a reminder to allow the process.

From the foothills of the mountain.

To the roaring ocean shores.

I find solace.

Quiet, peace.

Sitting in the quiet, conscious of my breath,

I breathe and hear the ocean.

In my smallness I realize

I am One with all and everything.

Into the golden tunnel I rise,

bringing in the golden light of the heavenly realms,

I am reminded of who I Am.