Maybe this is the moment you have been waiting for, the moment to let go of past fears, hurts, and lost hopes

This moment when you look at the world with new eyes and tremor with exaltation anticipating the next flower to bloom from your creative voice

This flower too will fade away

but, to revel in its fragrant essence for that moment makes it that much sweeter


Soul Compass

Lonesome wayfarer, traveled so far from home.  Looking for love, wisdom, satisfactions.  Across many rivers, and through the deserts of unhappiness.

There was a vision of abundance in your heart, but the paths all seem to run to oblivion.

Where is the map, that is sure to exist?

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Seeds of Consciousness

Oh, world, beautiful, powerful, fragile world

Fabulous spectrum of seeds, beings, and feeling

Born in a state of dependence, one cannot run or walk, we must struggle for these things
So vulnerable, so impressionable
Never curse your challenge or imperfection
These things aid the souls to learn, and give the opportunity for deeper compassion, deeper generosity
To stay honest in your vulnerability is to let the Divine hand lead you to learn the peace of community, and the strength of giving

I have come to see each challenge that one faces is a seed.  It is a seed of consciousness waiting to grow.  So often we try to hide our shortcomings or exploit our talents, ever yearning for perfection in our happiness. We mask conflict and isolate discomfort.  In frustration of our weakness or imperfection we deny the opportunity to nurture the challenge, and see what may grow from it.  There is no need to bulldoze to the height of our expectation, if we do land there, often we will be alone.  We must engage ourselves gently through the obstacles, honoring the seed of consciousness which is before us.  In our own fragility and vulnerability we can allow someone elses heart to open in compassion and help.  We allow them the opportunity to love deeper and engage strengthening compassion.  Nurturing these seeds is not staying in the problem, but understanding how to transform the problem into a moment to learn and to teach.  In our own challenge we allow others to be more authentic and trusting.  Each seed will continue to grow and blossom as we allow it to cultivate the self for the higher good.  Do not stay in the problem, transmute it, let it be your teacher.  Allow the challenge to grow your heart ever stronger.


Slowly, walking over the bones of my past, there is an ache in my belly that no food could fill.  I feel I should stay here among the bones, sitting in the rain of my regrets.  I sit for an eternity, but the bones do not come back to life, they do not change, the ache remains.  In this graveyard of lost hopes, and dreams destroyed by ignorance, I count the bones over and over, thinking one day this effort will redeem the mistakes I have made.  Sometimes I  see the sun in the distance, birds happily flying around, but I do not deserve this, the remorse is a weight too heavy to bear.  I should only stay and count the bones, and one day someone will see that I am sorry, they will lift me away and the ache will vanish.  But this day never comes.  I open my eyes and see the sun is calling me still after all these years, and so I finally open my own wings, I say one last goodbye and fly away from that place.  These sorrows cannot be mended by guilt, but they can be transformed by hope, and this is something I can embrace, a healing ripple transpires.  To stay with regret is to sink with it, to rise above this worry that one is the sum of their crimes, this is to fly with golden wings into the sunset, ever-reaching for the glistening destiny that awaits the ones who set themselves free.


I saw a definition of the sunrise, it made me laugh. This world full of too many people worshiping pragmatism. So many people since I have landed in Atlanta make sure to tell me they are so practical, before risking to elude to some deeper reality. The wild world of the unexplainable, certainly no reasonable person would set foot there. Intuition, Energy, Earth Consciousness, scary ideas meeting with harsh rejection from a world that fights wars to protect their illusion of imposed stability. But, there is no contingency plan for, Be Bold, Be Magical, Be Alive. I like my definition much better:

A bird sings, the dark still envelopes a dewy world, the edge of the horizon glows a misty purple. Is this where the dreams go that you cannot hold once you are awake? A coolness sets over the land. Silence comes as the light of our existence slowly breaks away from the shadow of the earth, the brilliance bleeds into the starry sky as an orchestra of morning birds rejoice the awakening. Celestial beauty bringing light and fertility to all the land bowing before it. The sun has risen, a blessing to all that a new day has come.


Sunrise or sun up is the instant at which the upper edge of the Sun appears over the eastern horizon in the morning.[1] The term can also refer to the entire process of the Sun crossing the horizon and its accompanying atmospheric effects.[2]

Which world do you want to live in?



I am creating a masterpiece.  It is to express the tenderness of heart I have gained, the expansive essence that has been reignited by the flame of a great heart.  I want to say I love you, but the words are not enough.  I want to say thank you, this song in my heart neverending.  I do not want to create a masterpiece for fame or money, I have seen these things are nothing when the spirit is in poverty.  I want to create a masterpiece, a living work of art to bring the presence I have found to this realm.  Will this be in verse or paint, will it be created from my own blood?  A masterpiece I cannot own, only be the instrument for.  This masterpiece dreams while you strike the harmonious chord.

Before I walked away from the masterpiece that the Mother dreamed, I  tried to make it my own. I find that impatience is fear, this fear is a clock that exists only in the storybook of time, I outgrow the bedtime story that makes the heart sleep.  This masterpiece is for the wind, written within the letters of your name.  The mountains sing and I catch this in a drop of dew, I send you the fragrant echos of the heartbeat that has been revived, a new canyon forms, an eternal embrace.  The long grass rattles, the ancestors whisper, and I can feel their bones, and I am standing because of their work.

Nothing can hold the flood of the heart in surrender, so it flows like the river to the ocean.  You are the banks holding me softly.  I am creating a masterpiece.  It will not be a building of the mind, it will not fade like all the things of this plane.  It cannot rust or be broken.  The decomposing blessings of this realm, so we remember we will not always be here, we are not from here.  In the morning sun the masterpiece will rise, laboring, sweating, fully participating in life, you will see it, and know you are everything.

I learn that every energy has its place, a meticulous craft to weave and mend.  A tapestry of many colors is made.  The fingers radiating with the gift of light weave, to become the legacy of our love. Do not worry today about the things that cannot be passed to our children, the things that will not last eternally, let them be.  Create a masterpiece with the movements of the ocean, holding each grain of sand sacred, as an emanation of divine love.

I consolidate the days I did not hold this masterpiece, I use them to add a new color to the work.  I keep painting and what was blurry before comes  alive with forms  of  courage and perseverance.  Footprints in the snow disappearing as I fly to meet my maker.  I am empty so I can rise, you consume me with your life, something great is born, and I offer you this.  Something of me, but not mine, something fully for the glory of the divine, we share this masterpiece.

Sacred Life

“We serve life not because it is broken, but because it is Holy” —Mother Teresa

As I walk closer to the harmonies of nature it is clearer to me every moment that all the education we need is stored within the intelligence of the earth and the interaction with the cosmos.  The multitude of beauty springing from the womb of Gaia shows how life can flourish when we live with love.  The perfect symbiotic growth of and combinations of elements are an orchestra conducted by divinity waiting for us to stop to listen to the song.  Every moment becomes sacred when you realize the the intricacies it takes to sustain life, it is truly miraculous.  Today I honor the birth of the sun.

Winter solstice has been celebrated throughout time as the rebirth of the light unto the world, fires are lit in this time of cold in celebration of the cycles of life that keep turning.  All things change, though it may be dark at times the light shall return, a powerful lesson to hold in times of struggle.  But for me keeping a  deep connection to the sun- life force is all healing, protecting and fulfilling.  I stand alone in the sun and as I am filled with that nourishing light I can perceive the divine intelligence that keeps all life in motion.

The sun speaks a language of its own, asking us to connect to the life force so that we may once again know unity as people.  The sun dances with the great earth mother providing fertility from which all things can be born, this dance is shared in my heart, which then emanates all the colors of the spectrum.  This is a grand light that shines on all beings the same, not one is loved above another, and we learn humbleness.

Connection with the sun is imperative to the harmonious and happy life.  It activates the pineal gland, which reconnects one with  spiritual awareness.  It offers protection from negativity, and it is the cosmic equivalent to unconditional love.  Today I offer my thanks to this emanation of divinity for all of life, and I celebrate the return of the light.

May all moments be sacred~

One day the sun admitted,
I am just a shadow.
I wish I could show you
The Infinite Incandescence
That has cast my brilliant image!
I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,
The astonishing Light
Of your own Being