As You Are

Swiftly,
Take me
Deep

I want to learn,
release my clutching
to suffocating habits,
clogging my inner fountain.

I want to expand,
dissipate the linchpin
of empirical knowledge
cloaking the bridge to my
spiritual wisdom. 

I want to convey,
the enriching,
timeless,
jaunt
we shared last night.

Reaching deeper ....
I hear you (again)
gently,
brushing my being,
with you butterfly kisses.

I love
how
you love me

Swiftly,
Take me
Deep

A Secret To Share

A universal dialect.
Not tarnished by religious dogma,
Nor obscured by political going-on's,
Or shackled by time.

Always undilutable,
Even in relationship dramas,
tear down divorces,
and rights of custody proceedings.

Always pristine;
Always steady;
Always within;

Love Is

Season Of Love

Your love
so tangible, so inherent
Like the sent of pine in an early morning due

Beyond what I can grasp in a thought,
You lift my Being
From the mundane to the sublime.

As I feel the faith,
As I hear the rain,
As I feel your pulse from head to toe,
I am transfigured

Somedays days it's so gentle,
Other moments cleanly abrupt,
I am captured by your curling winds.

Do I need to understand why?
Can I just allow myself to soak with you?
My neighbors raise a fuss,
They must not feel your grace.

You share all with me.
Leaving me breathless and sometimes stunned.
I'll shamelessly admit,
I can be careless and lost in your love.

Today, I pray for a bigger cup.

Untouchable by the eternal
whipping winds outside.
My Being is singing,
Without any reason,
I am rejoicing
Your love.

Signals: Pope blasts his top priests, many serving 'lustful for power'

Folks, the world is morphing to a center of Open Awareness. The trick is, you have to do you own inner work to wake up. One of the most powerful signals yet is this speech by the Pope.....

Pope Francis today issued a blistering critique of the Vatican bureaucracy that serves him while delivering a Christmas message to cardinals, bishops and priests who run the Holy See.

Rather than offering a traditional good-willed festive greeting, the pontiff described how some of those under him lust for power at all costs and lead hypocritical double-lives.

He suggested others suffer from 'spiritual Alzheimer's' and forget they're supposed to be joyful men of God - while offering a sobering catalog of the 15 sins of the Curia.

The sins, or ailments as he called them, included how the 'terrorism of gossip' can 'kill the reputation of our colleagues and brothers in cold blood.'

Another of the sins was how cliques can 'enslave their members and become a cancer that threatens the harmony of the body' and eventually kill it by 'friendly fire'.

Francis is the first Latin American pope and never worked in the Italian-dominated Curia before he was elected.

He has not shied from complaining about the gossiping, careerism and bureaucratic power intrigues that afflict the Holy See.

But as his reform agenda has gathered steam, he seemed even more emboldened to highlight what ails the institution.

The cardinals were not amused. The speech was met with tepid applause, and few were smiling as Francis listed one by one the 15 'Ailments of the Curia' that he had drawn up, complete with footnotes and Biblical references.

The annual Christmas greeting comes at a tense time for the Curia, the central administration of the Holy See which governs the 1.2-billion strong Catholic Church. 

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2883753/Pope-criticises-Curia-lusting-power-s-sake-Christmas-message-Cardinals-Bishops.html#ixzz3MduN4T6r
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Thnigs to do everyday - Love Yourself

Refelctions On A Puddle

My entire being is singing
your immaculateness

This morning I reached
to touch the moon surfing
in clouds set upon,
a forest of black velvet,
sparkling with diamonds.

She urged me on,
since when I stopped to think,
all I could see
was all so ordinary.

But you arose.
I felt your caress grace my cheeks,
my cells went soaring 
in the dark, frosty dawn.

And, just as I was
settling back onto the ground,
Your shadow appeared to light the grove,
a tint gently, radiating
your unencumbered love.

That was over the top in me.

You even stirred the coyote,
to sing her song so exactly,
every note was so percise,
and with a loving melody.

I enjoy our morning dances,
leaving me breathless,
to once again remind me,
that I can always hold you in my heart.

A Quickening

A black velvet night sky
Sparkles with diamond clusters,
folding into
Crimson hues morphing to golden beams,
a welcome chorus to the shimmering sun

Awakening the birds and creepers,
Green fields ringed with trees of red and orange
stand as silent sentries.

A backdrop for the weary and the sleepers
who forgot,
the only True vision
is sensing the inner pulse.

Love,
Take care of another
as you
will care for yourself.

Life is temporary
Love is eternal,
Friends come and go
Love is everlasting,
Situations are fodder of corporeal senses,
Inner wisdom is the blood of compassionate fervor.

Love we grant
is
Love we experience

Open my faucet,
I want to be soaking wet forever.

Surprise A Friend

Smiling,
Effervescent,
Salutations
Ring forth

I hear the tingle,
feel dew drops
sparkling.

to touch scintillating  moon beams

Dancing my friends,
We are divine.
One heart,
Singing

The Calling

No metals,
none crafted by man or machine,
match the strength
of a heart resolved.

In such a state
the quiver of doubt
is quenched
before a web is spun.

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