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Ripples

 

A small smooth rock…skipping across the pond…

Hitting the center…like a positive thought…

Vibrating out…making ripples…after ripples…

Every thing vibrates and is in perfect symmetry…

Reacting…responding…and integrating with

all vibrational energy…

Once we begin to offer our vibrations…

with purpose …

Now we have direction and control of our thoughts and experience…

Small, smooth bumps gliding out…in perfect symmetry…

Vibrating ripples through our lives…Humm?

So it boils down to a bunch of ripples…

Enlightenment is…the management of our ripples..

Safeguard your ripples…Be aware…

All vibrations effect the whole…

Let’s make beautiful Mandalas with our ripples…

Let’s create world peace…with our ripples…

Let’s secretly share our ripples in meditation with all…no one will know but all us ripples…

Change happens… a ripple at a time…

A ripple at a time…

A ripple at a time…



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A Little Bit of Rain

 

Everybody wants happiness…

Nobody wants pain…

But you can’t have a rainbow …

Without a little rain…

Here…on this earth plane…

The moon waxes and wanes…

A little bit of pleasure …A little bit of pain…

So, what are our options?

To not love or take a risk…

Like trying to light a candle…

That’s missing its wick…

Hiding from these feelings …we call…Love sick…

The hard part of living …is leaving…

The hard part of loving…is losing…for sure…

It’s really not an option…

On this magical mystical tour…

So let the clouds drift open…

Let the sun shine through…

Let the heavens sprinkle diamonds…

Let the prisms… reflect their hues…

It’s love that makes the world spin…

round and round…

Inside our hearts…

this rhythm, it beats…it pounds…

Listen for the sacred sound…

As the rain droplets…hit the ground…

Oh you can’t have a rainbow…

With out a little rain…Oh no…

You can’t have a rainbow …

With out a little rain…



 

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 My Wings

 

The wings I wear sometimes are heavy…

On this body we share…

The gravity of negativity weighs me down…

Where they attach to my body, sensitive and sore..

My back sways in an attempt to balance core…

Fragile is the substance from which they are made…

Easily tattered…easily frayed…

I must get my spirit to a higher plain…

To survive to thrive, and to be free of pain…

My wings they lack luster, like a pearl well worn…

Heavy with sorrow, for what she mourns…

The tips of my wings touched the ground so fertile.

The roots have sprouted from touching the ground

I have become earth bound…I am tethered…

Who’s to blame for foul weather…

My Lord and my God, we have created me together…

An age old question ,what came first…

The egg or the feather…Wings of pure light feathers…surround me with you…

In this cocoon…I muster up a tune…

“We are wearing our long wing feathers as we fly…

We circle around…We circle around…

The boundaries of the earth “…

I used to sing that song when I was a young woman…still eagerly earning my wings…

Not realizing the upkeep and care…

These fragile wings of feathered prayer…

Reality or illusion…What does it matter…

What one believes , manifests as matter…as real…

AS real as anything else we’ve been dealt…

The truth it is said, even hand fed…

An innocent baby, a Christian by birth…

All of my young life…I made room for her girth…

To sit next to me…To watch over me…

To protect me…a job well done my queen…

Believing in angels residing on earth…

My well kept secret…since birth…

Now I Am a Bhakti…filled with Shakti…

and a little crazy is me…

I remember her wings …

They moved with great ease…easily ruffled,

By the slightest of breeze…

It’s true…with ease I wear my angel wings…

As an old women, that same song I sing…

“WE are wearing ours long winged feathers as we fly…We circle around …We circle around , the

boundaries of the earth…

The boundaries of the earth”



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Enjoy the Journey

 

Last days of winter, Oak Trees displaying their

Nakedness against the gray skies…

Only silhouettes exposing their all…

Lit up, reaching out in all directions…

Anchored into the ground, plugged into a grid…

Oak trees you have no leaves, are you sick?

Your skeletal structure…ancient, elegant, strong…

Yet, some of you are leaving…soon to be extinct…

Eventually all things extinct…I will be extinct…

What will be left behind…what will remain?

All things gone…some day everything extinct…

Our ancestors almost erased…only unburied

Artifacts prove our existence…bear witness…

That we walked this Earth…all our experiences…

So important to us…gone…extinct…no more…

Enjoy the journey…each step…each step …unique.

Never to re-walk today…It’s all we have…

Tomorrow planned…but yet a dream…

Yesterday…well… it’s gone…did that…

As we walk our tight rope of existence into the

Future…the rope…this moment…disintegrates

With each step…with each breath…

No turning back…for it doesn’t exist…

One step in front of the other, balancing with equanimity…our spirit and body…

Each next step

Into the future…

We juggle living life…and being extinct…

Here today…Gone tomorrow…Enjoy the journey.

The joy is the ride



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A Gracious Heart

 

Be kind…it helps to lift all mankind…

Paves the road to happiness…

This cultivation of graciousness…

Speak sweet…It’s nectar to my soul…

Lift your thoughts with all your might…

Especially when you’re wound to tight…

Do onto others…from your heart…

From your heart…

Live love…do unto others from your heart

Speak sweet …It’s nectar to my soul…

No inner contradictions…no meaningless acts

Of contrition…

Speak sweet…It’s nectar to my soul…

Judge not…Forgiveness keeps us whole…

Keeps all the doors open …to your heart…

To you heart…

Speak sweet…It’s nectar to my soul…

Good thoughts… replace the negative…

To reproduce the positive…

Survival not the answer…but how we live…

In our world…on this earth…

Speak sweet…It’s nectar to my soul…

Slow down…our natural state …forgiveness…

We are constantly chasing after nothingness…

Filling up our emptiness …in our hearts…

in our hearts…

Speak sweet… It’s nectar fills my soul …