Stagnant Waters of Truth

Under the stagnant water
A world exists

It does not appear
on the surface

It does not prepare
you for the its underside

Creatures dance
Colors swirl
Chaotic balance thrives

Who is to say what
surface is real?
Who is to say what one
perceives stagnation to be?

Only Faith brings the
surface of Truth to
the forefront

Only His guiding eyes
Lead you where you
need to be

Let the tears
The water
The heavenly rain wash over you
Dotting the stagnant waters
with
New Life
New Opportunites
and
Christ's Renewal

My Soul

I never asked Him before
I assumed his silence
was pure and etherial


I assumed that only in
turmoil might She whisper
my name


How could I have
underestimated my soul's presence
to guide me
and reveal to me in moments ?


I thank you for showing up, dear soul
in the ways you have
and know that I do not have 
to make it on my own any more


You are my own
You are my home
    My Soul

TREES of COCREATION

They understand
They forgive
They loom over us with
protection, no demands


We notice with awe
but only occasionally 
We see their base but 
forget what they catch
and procure for us


They remind us of our own
season, yet demand nothing
They hold our soil
our roots in solitude


One bears no more importance
than the other
from scrub to Redwood
each doing what is does best


Protect, Give Breath and Remembrance
to us  "timbered" in ISNESS

When Someone

When someone opens the door for you
gratitude blooms


You knew you could do it yourself
yet the compassion overwhelms


You cannot wait to deliver that feeling
to the next person
catching them in act of reaching for the door




When someone looks in your eyes
and truly listens, to the small and large
things in your life
gratitude blooms


You have told those stories to yourself
over and over in your mind
but now they seem simple and seamless
Stories melt away and being-ness wells up




When someone expects nothing of you
gratitude blooms
Each day presents another flower seed
flourishing in the garden of life
and radiant colors and dull textures coexist
It does not matter




When you are that someone
you shall find that someone
it is all gratitude flourishing and flourishing

Redirecting

It is said the more you resist, the more things stay the same.  I have worried(resisted).
 I have tried harder to change things( resisted).  I have become angry when others let me down (resisted).   It has also been said if you give , the more you receive.

Last week was the pinnacle of acknowledging those phrases into action.  I dedicated myself not to find employment right now, but volunteer my time.  I was invited into two homes to "do my stuff".  I returned home to find a realtor next door needing color consult for her new client's home.  I again got to volunteer my expertise and also pick the color for the new owner's front door. I hope they will like it as much as I do. I will see the new color outside my kitchen window!

Last week I also read a dialogue in Conversations With God.   Reactive and Creative.
The only things that separates the words from each other is the placement of the letter C.

Isn't that odd... when reactive we let little in for creativity.  When we are creative we are in the flow, not pushing and resisting but allowing.

More opportunities arose to read my poems last week,  a chance to connect with a fellow from Oxford, England that consented to letting me use one of his photos for my upcoming book of poetry.  It is no coincidence that the title for that book  will be Awakening Within Seasons.

With gratitude I am awakening to more possibilites and not always in the form I expected.

May your summer be one of the Big C or Big See and let your creativity arise and flow with your pure essence.

Pinnacle

Reaching
Grasping
The pinnacle was
within reach
not procurred

Unsettled and lacking
the whispy image remained
the flag waving
the summit almost reached

I saw it
I felt it
It was elusive

The pinnacle is Now
Forgetting I was here now
I slipped further down
the mountain side
in the dust of slippery soil

Remembering each moment
is the pinnacle

Remembering each struggle
each person, each heartfelt moment brings
me closer to You

The height is here
The pinnacle is now
No more sliding
There is nothing to climb Now

Across the Playing Field

Walk me?

They came walking across the field
another obstacle to avoid

I hesitated
Make contact?
Pretend I did not exist?
Make myself invisible?
Shrink within as I had done for so many years?

Both parties continued
My border collie advancing to discover her young lab
on the playing field                                
I retreated to the side lines
Someone might remember me and glide a ball over                        
 I would not be in the way of the real action.  Like Life.
What would I say anyway?

This was different.. Her dog in youthful frolic
begged to meet us
Her dog knew no stranger ,
only oneness with another dog.
Her owner smiled. I smiled back.
We both retreated a bit then headed towards each other.
The dogs played in unsymmetrical balance... attack and retreat with total JOY

Our own conversation grew.  No arrogance, No separation.  Sometimes a smile.
Sometimes a head nod.  Within minutes we too found a new friend.
A friend whose previous attacks no longer served them.  An understanding
that it is perspective of all life.   A gentleness in the gregariousness of life and happenstance.
Yes, we both found JOY.

We had no expectation to meet.  Our expectation was to tire out our dogs.
The field was flooded with JOY

Wonder filled and grateful we all left the field together.  Now we cannot wait to have the dogs drag us  back again!

We are blessed!        Dedicated to R and A... You know who you R!  :)