Land of Two Suns*

“Tell me mommy, when we gaze upon the earth from billions of miles away why do we see two suns?”  

All of us know of Earth’s one sun.  It shines golden and pure in the eastern sky each morning. It appears to descend every evening as a florescent gift to our west.

“Yes, we know the midnight sky is the living history of our ancestors’ shining points, so crystal and pure. But while standing upon the earth, one can only see a single sun. Yet, from Alpha Centauri two burn bright: the one above and one within. The hearts of all of earth’s inhabitants beat as one and in that we can see our second sun."

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Awaken*

 

Before I meditate a stone is just a stone.

It is cold yet at times may catch and reflect the sun.

After meditation, I open my eyes and now it is surrounded by a special calmness. The air is soft like cotton balls and the stone not only catches and reflects light but twinkles with awe. It conveys a quite joy and makes me smile with a heartfelt warmth. Before I meditated all was winter yet afterwards in that moment spring is awakened.
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Lead My Way

 

May the fear I have in tomorrow stop being my driving force 

and may the love and light of today 

lead my way

Tell Me of Love from our Mother Earth*

  

The air…light as a free-floating  feather

Whispering  sunsets, a’ fore night 

Twinkling  diamonds beyond stars, time and flight

Intense crystal prisms, against  mossy sky

Love’s a blue florescent butterfly, I cannot tell why

Emerging from its cocoon, awakening wings, ready to fly  

Bursting juices of ancient pomegranate, eucalyptus waters, velvet the nye

Ancient hearts beat, echoing of the drum

True happiness I hear, my life has begun 

We dance,  gypsy tangos, laughter fills the air 

The joy, of joys, my true love is here

Birth from the egg, contours of your lip

Memories of our past, from your eyes, I do sip 

Smoothness of the mango, sweet smiles upon your face

Who cares about time, when all I see is lace

Oh, how doth my heart long, that is how my story goes

For a kiss upon your brow, a stroke upon your toes

Rhythms of the waltz, each melody doth grow 

Sonatas I hear, as my harp strings grace, soft and flow

Magnificent skies of violet, orange and blue

I can see in your eyes, this moment’s for you

As morrow’s moon, rises, rises above

Oh, how doth my heart long, yet sparkles with love

I whisper your name upon each midnight sky

Echoes eons, of eons, of eons gone by

Now freedom’s bees have arrived

Sharing honey with you, only you, ‘tis no surprise

Hummingbirds sing, flutter in flight

Oh, how I’ve dreamt, dreamt of yesterdays night

My love for you never falters, oh, how these moments grow 

Your sweet, tender touch, your kind, gentle glow

Busy are we, for daybreak has come

We take our last dance, as the moon welcomes the sun

I dream of billowy bed linens, draped silken white

This moment I soar on the strings of a kite

My springtime arrives, the white dove doth fly

Love, an olive branch carried up thru the sky

You, my oasis, my well of delight

Crystal covered mountains, you are my light

To Share

Grant yourself the freedom to see love in this very moment

Grant yourself the freedom feel love in this very moment

Grant yourself the freedom to share it with others

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The Story of Wheat*

 

Life is clearly understood by looking at wheat…rooted, connected and sustained by the nutrients of the earth and nurtured by the light of the sun. These basic elements of life are apparent for its survival. 

Now examine its purpose and position.

One of its purposes is sustenance which is offered to many forms of life. Maybe, the wheat has knowledge of its value, giving may be its mode of communication. Even though we may not understand it, the wheat may understand us.

The wheat has also emotional beauty which it shares with us. 

As we gaze upon a field of wheat, it may convey feelings of serenity, calmness, and peace. We may also experience its sensual beauty through its soothing touch, refreshing aroma when baked and even as we hear it interact with the breezes on a cool autumn day. 

The wheat may share its unconditional love but is it reciprocal? 

Our perception of the wheat is reflected from the exact moment in which it is growing and sharing to the exact point in which we are gazing upon it or consuming it. We both are products of nature’s elements. I may become lost in my own thoughts but the simplicity of it all boils down to how we interact with one another. 

The wheat thrives plentiful with its family and community but alone may go unnoticed, almost invisible. How can one acknowledge the wheat and give thanks for what has nurtured us so well, when we can barely see it?  

The story of purpose, survival, nurturing and connectivity can be taught within one gaze of this fruitful field. May we feel its love for us as it offers its nurturing gifts in a single touch, taste or gaze. The wheat never stops giving but in its silence it may be forgotten.

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Positive Signs*

 There are positive signs everywhere. 

It is just a matter of letting yourself open your mind enough to see and feel them.