Prayers on the wings of Angels
softly flow through the sky
catching most of us unaware
as they swiftly and silently
travel from the intentions
of those who in their hearts
have seen a need for Divine assistance
to those indeed which need them.
As I watch the clouds
on so many days
it is hard not to reflect
on the devastating
Earthquake in Nepal
during this time of suffering
As well as the innocent victims
of all the human forces of destruction
that occur daily around the world
And so the clouds are Prayers
whenever those thoughts arise
on Angels wings from me to all
as I send them around the world.
May the Presence of All Divinity
Gather in your Hearts
Regardless of form or name
May it be anchored
in Peace, Light and Love
The cry to end all war
between Love and fear…
the horror of struggle
within our own
fields of existence
to control illusions
and keep us chained
to thought forms
fragment Our Oneness
throughout space and time
Rise like the morning Sun
I have two messages on my desktop post it notes that I need to place together. One is from today and the other one I’m not sure of but has been there for a while and keeps calling my attention to it.
So let me place the present with the past and move beyond both of them…
Today in a telephone conversation I said I had to copy down these words that I heard coming from my mouth.
I Am clearer now more than I have ever been and seek (continue) to become clearer every day.
At least that is how I’m remembering it now as time fades away the memory.
The other was either a response I never posted or part of a thought I was working on.
If there is one constant message that keeps arising since the anchoring of energies it has been this one.
Everything is like a review in which I can observe past reactions and connections and then choose a better result that aligns with a new consciousness.
It is as if I were casting the past into the wake of my forward expansion,
knowing I will never see the same way again,
as if all were just a dream.
Strangeness has become my comforter lately.
Long gone are the days in which I wondered how everything would turn out.
Behind me are the thousands of questions that have too many answers.
I live from one synchronous moment to the next, each building upon the other.
So many of us are awakening to something that feels somehow, that it was always there but unreachable, distant or vague. Could it just be Clarity!
Arriving into this dimension
traveling from afar
a distant recollection
of Peace and Light and Love
fades as time creates space
And so the sweet remembrance
of carefree moments
when the do’s and don’ts
belonged to someone else
is but the innocence
We arrived here with
And then We began
to take upon ourselves
the energies of those around us
casually and without knowing
And We left behind
the charm and magic
seen and felt everywhere
not having a clue as to why
And years later in looking back
we somehow feel a sadness
that the We became them
the separated and the lost
And once again
in the last breaths
of our journey here
we will return home
after all else fails
to lift us any higher
Photo is of me taken by my father Rudy 66 years ago, an amateur photographer like myself except he would develop them in the bathroom. Thank you Dad.
Today my poetry has now been brought out to a larger audience through a friend and admirer of the words that find their way to her mind and Soul.
Many times I wonder, where did they come from!
Then I Am told that they are a part of each of us.
I started reading and reciting poetry when I was about 9 years old and when I was 15 began writing it.
Let me digress…
I grew up on the streets of Boston, sometimes quite literally, and would pop in and out of Cafes where the great minds of the Beat Generation would hang out. There were also many students on Beacon Hill where I lived, who would talk to me on their doorstep, or invite me in to have an audience for their poetry and philosophy. In the Summer when they would leave I would find their books in the trash and had an endless supply of evolutionary as well as revolutionary material to peruse.
At 11 years old my family moved to what I considered the country, a small city named Haverhill which was at one time the Shoe Capitol of the World, as they would proudly proclaim. To me it was the end of the world and I was introduced to and wondered about loneliness and separation.
I certainly did not fit in with others, as their world revolved around sports and it seemed they were all born with a removable baseball glove. For me baseball was at Fenway Park and a baseball bat was a weapon of defense. Oh well, it was not going to improve, as I realized that in school they were about a year behind what I was studying and that literature and poetry was not high on their list of subjects.
I understand that now, as they were the children of skilled and unskilled workers, who valued skills and abilities rather than intellectual ideology. Who wanted an education for their children but lived in a world where work ethic meant survival. The factory owner’s children were sent to private schools and if not, they had tutors which certainly kept them isolated from those of us on the streets.
Yes, I found home again on the streets where I gained some recognition for my street smarts. Yes, the Blackboard Jungle was real in my childhood Boston and I had joined a gang as junior member in order to receive protection. A complete dichotomy of self, created in order for survival
Having very few friends that could stimulate me intellectually and parents who had no concept of what was happening, set the stage, to have gone from Boston Latin High School aspirations, to Haverhill High School
expulsion in a short span of 5 years.
Back to the poetry…
At the age of 15 my writing was very bipolar, going from despair and angst to total frivolity and nonsense. Of course I also remember reading Ferlinghetti and Lennon back then as well. I have only let a few of these poems that still remain become visible to others, yet they remind me of my passion to express myself in words from the very beginning.
It is interesting that as we allow ourselves to be revealed to others, we also have to pull back the curtains of our own lives. That it creates all this Self Reflection and we can see ourselves in a new Light. Much like the York River in the picture accompanying this post, brilliant and ever-changing with the tides.
Good day to each of you as we join at the heart and celebrate Earth Day once again. I have posted a link to my facebook album and invite you all you start at the beginning and join me for a walk in my local neighborhood.
My dog Lillybelle and I although of two different mindsets, shared in the Joy of being present to the abundance that Mother Earth provides for us. Each in our own way giving thanks and praise for it’s beauty and purpose.
While I can’t speak for Lillybelle it was my intention this morning to commit more deeply to the preservation and healing of this wonderful planet on which we live. I urge each of you to do the same and it doesn’t take a lot of effort.
The key for me is when I see something personally and can do something about it then I have an opportunity to serve this intention.
I always tell people it doesn’t have to be costly or a worldwide campaign, but if each of us just picked up the plastic, non biodegradable or chemically harmful items we see everyday in our path and properly dispose of them then we have at least done something that we can feel proud of as warriors for a better world environment.
Every time you see something and don’t respond just think about it.. don’t beat yourself up but just think about it and perhaps it will trigger you to do something else that is more in align with who you are.
It is not only for us but the generations which are now being born and yet to come.
Thank you and Many Blessings to each of you…
Here is the link to the Photo Album
The heavy rains
of early morning
to a new day
And so we continue
to roll on, up and out
from the darkness
of many generations
A New Dawn
fill it now
with the Love
of opening Hearts
Let the rains
be of kindness
And let them
on the parched dry souls
of the hopeless and lost
Stepping through the doorway
the intensity begins to shift
knowing that we have come
from beyond the stars to be
All aligning within
our hearts to join
the many who have seen
the Great Blue Jewel
we call Earth
the shadowy halls
And raising our energy together
unblocking all the pathways
We bring forth the Goddess
to place this Jewel
once again in her
Crown of Creation