As We Walk Upon The Water

 My Children and Grandchildren have the kindest eyes I've ever seen. Each with their own color and hue and a new point of View. Each with a fresher perspective and an aspect of Truth I'd not noticed before.  Their Eyes are like portals and pallets of color. Enhancing my Vision. Like  kaleidescopes of endless possibility. They See far beyond current landscapes. Their eyes are not fixed on the past or in fear of the future. Their focus is Now. I would like to be Clear for them, like the mirrors they show me. Deep Windows of Wonder and Hope and Promise. I would like to be Clear. And to show them somehow.  Like a still pool of Water. Reflecting the Light they reflect onto me. I hope they will See.  These children before me. The expansion inside me when they came to Be. How the Look of their Light would change all that I See. Through the Visions they've shared and the Visions to Be. May they find in my Eyes  May they have Certainty  That the Visions they Ho...

 Recently, a dear friend posted a Facebook link to a group called "The Cloud Appreciation Society". My friend does not know the deep synchronicity for me of his post on that particular day. My youngest Son, on that very same day, had lent me his kind, wise eyes. My Vision has needed some tender loving care these days. As Vision often does. It is so important to See things clearly, and to be mindful of appreciating the whole View. My driving skills have been compromised as of late by the way my eyes receive bright Light. It is almost too much for me, and I often have to shield myself from Sunlight. This has brought me into perpetual prayer and immense gratitude for the benevolence of a cloudy day. The occurrence of an overcast Sky grants me freedom and confidence. It liberates me with opened possibilities and certainties of safety into passages of Destiny.  As my Son kindly drove me to See the eye doctor, I confessed my new fondness for Clouds. I told him how freeing and immen...

 The Truth is a Resonant Frequency. Sounding above and beyond and within all experience. Like a blanket of The Absolute, it cloaks us in our pursuit of It. The Truth is,  I have been negligent. I muddy my Waters repeatedly. Even As I pray for my Lotus to be fed. There are two worlds, insistent, inside me. One seeks my attention. The other, attentively, seeks me. I confess that my hallways are muddied. I do not understand all events that play out on my screen.  Separation is always the Highlighted Theme. I should really be grateful. For this is the healing of which I have dreamed.  This could all serve as grain for the the hungering bowl of the search for enlightenment. Deep bread of sustenance. On what will I feed? I am an amalgam of need. Playing roles I've carved out. I go forth in this world seeing "others" beside me. Separate and foreign. Miles apart. When viewed from a doorway where judgement presides over Heart. If I cast guilt upon you, I bind you to me. ...

 Hail.  Mary.  Seat of Grace. Deep Womb of Heaven.  Holding Space. Empathic Love flows from Your face,  redeeming us through Your embrace. Thy Mercy is Upon Us. We are the children of the One. We labor forth Thy Kingdom Come In endless Birthings of the Son Who resurrects Within Us. Make us this day Thy daily bread Our Spirits and our footsteps led To Bless these Altars where we're fed As we, in offering, Bow our heads. Shining. Mary. Conscious Sea. I Vow to Pray beside You. I Pray that I may one day Be A ceaseless living Rosary A Bead of Higher Frequency A Mala strung from Inner Luminosity. Holy Mary. Seat of Light. May we Become The Answer  To your prayers for Inner Sight. As we give Birth to Heaven's Child  Through Hallowed Wombs now Vast and Wild Our inner landscapes Newly Born and Reconciled.  I raise my hands to help you hold the Child. As we embrace the Heaven that's been with us all the while. And tenderness becomes the Breath we use to Ble...

 So, I have the Flu. Or, the Flu has me. And I am restless yet in need of rest. Oftentimes writing serves as  elixir to me.  If I can find it inside me to choose the right frequency, hum the right melody, find the right words to sustain us both. It is my medicine. Offered for our mutual well being, when properly mixed. I love a good acronym. But the word "Flu" does not lend itself to poetry. The alchemy is slippery. At first I went with: Feeling Like Underachieving. But that just didn't sound nice. Then I went with: Feeling Less Ubiquitous. But, I'll get back to that. Finally I went with: Not. Covid. Although my test is still in the mail, and this is less than alphabetically correct, I settled on this acronym as chosen mantra. Ubiquitous is a wonderful word. I am newly inspired by its power and purpose.  It means omnipresent, existing everywhere, present and appearing. As I reached for this word, it reached back to me.  As in energy. As in Medicine.  As in ...

My car has gas in it today. And in sub zero weather she started the moment I asked. My eyes could see the key's. My feet could work the pedals. I was leaving to purchase supplies that were needed with money I had, to bring home to the home that I live in. My thoughts noticed all of these blessings. And understood well All the infinite blessings that made up the moment that held me knee deep in my thoughts. The word Zen is a cloak for deep Peace. And Amen testifies to the Truth that it's already so....all my "please's" turn into my "thank you's" ....wherever I go.

 I agonized over what to title this writing. I labored over it for days. Titles are so important. I longed to give proper credit where credit is due. I could easily have called it: "The Zen of the Road Within Us."  Or  "Traveling Altars" Or  "Breadcrumbs on the Water." Sometimes The Muse is mighty.  She comes like a living force and speaks to me in downloads of fully formed concepts and deep understanding. At other times, she leaves me breadcrumbs on the water. In bite sized morsels. Leaving me half starving for a taste of the Truth she comes to offer. She teases me. Showing me images like a kaleidescope. Colors so brilliant, that just one strand could offer you the fullness of a much longed for meal. If only I could find the words. This whole journey started at the feet of the Nuns of Saint Ursula of Saint Clare. It was from the Ursuline Nuns of the small Catholic elementary school of Saint Clare, that I would receive the foundation for all further educat...