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swinging

Don’t go anywhere without me.
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
or on the ground, in this world or that world,
without my being in its happening.
Vision, see nothing I don’t see.
Language, say nothing.
The way the night knows itself with the moon,
be that with me. Be the rose
nearest to the thorn that I am.

I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,
in the arc of your mallet when you work,
when you visit friends, when you go
up on the roof by yourself at night.

There’s nothing worse than to walk out along the street
without you. I don’t know where I’m going.
You’re the road and knower of roads,
more than maps, more than love.

~Rumi~

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wind god

Today’s blessing: ah, the wind softly whispered hints of spring. “Be patient, be patient”, it said. The birds chirped, “It’s here, it’s here.”

My heart was content to be in the spaces of here and not here, for the only day that matters is, of course, right here.

A Monday, unlike any other Monday behind it or ahead of it.

I mark it’s radiance here — knowing, too, between these majestic skies and this fertile earth, comes the spirit of wind winding through the streets, upon its wide sweeping shoulders rides the next evolution of change.

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This poem is a favorite of mine; I wrote it several years ago.  The first verse is the tag line you see whenever you visit Simply Blessed.  The “Beloved” I refer to here is God or Spirit, Universe, Divine Creator, Supreme Being, Source, All That Is.

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Messiah

I have fallen between the cracks
and landed in the spaces
where love never fails

Beloved, you are my captor
and I am bound by your love

I hear you whisper softly
don’t speak. words fail here, just listen

churning on the seas of your desire
I am the rising and the falling

the beginning and the ending
the fullness and the emptiness

journey to the furthest point of your yearning
I am the anguish and the exaltation

I am the grain of sand awakening the pearl

I am the morsel you are tasting
be it bitter or sweet

quench your deepest thirst here
where you think I’m not

I Am.


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Swooning

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Today’s Blessing: today my practice is to surrender, no, not just surrender — *swoon* at the perfection that is back of all things. All belief in illusions fall away here.

The ripe fragrance of perfection wafts through the air, she leads you to that pure and eternal essence in the heart of Mother Earth. She bids you to lie here on her sacred ground, breathe deep, feel her roots, feel that deep support that never wavers or gives way.

She does not keep time or score, and she does not judge that I have. She transcends the root of all pain.

Today I stop wishing for something else to be different, I surrender and join her.

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Blessings Day 328: stepped outside on my porch to soak in the sun, and I sat there and breathed. Breathing in this sacred day. Breathing in my guides, ancestors, Divine Creator to join, guide and support me with their wisdom throughout the day.

Breathing in kindness, breathing out judgment, breathing in openness and willingness (two of my favorites). Breathing in trust that I am guided at every turn. I just forget sometimes. Breathing to the bright sky, she’s a beauty and her trees stand taller reaching toward her light.

And soon I’ll belong to the night and I’ll stop and breathe for the moon, she takes me as I am.  And as the night moon dreams, I am changed, molded seamlessly, effortlessly and surprisingly back to the still surface of a lake. Any turmoil of the day before is gone, as it eventually always is. Thoughts, feelings of the moment, those enjoyed, those not, they come and they go.  They leave quietly and without warning, when a sliver of no judgment enters through a crack in the door, and we are awash and renewed again in its benevolent grace.

There are constants in life we can count on, and one of those constants is that nothing is static.

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flower child

Blessings Day 324: blessing the day, the quiet flow, all the stories that have led me here, those that are keepers, those that are not. Yet also knowing there’s this eternal child in me (perhaps s/he’s in you, too).

she’s innocent, 

she’s silly,

she scatters seeds of wonder,

she has deep pockets filled with possibilities

but no conclusions, 

she’s endlessly curious.

 
She listens to my stories,

but she is not of them.

No, she belongs

to that other place

where the pale moon

holds court with shimmering stars,

and the tree branches

tremble with anticipation,

spilling their joy

into luminous rivers of light.


This is the place she calls Home.

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Confessions

 

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Blessings Day 306: I confess that sometimes the world really is “too full to talk about”. I confess that I am blessed to be a part of it.

I confess that if I am willing to witness deeply all that is beautiful in this world, then everything else pales in comparison.

I confess there is more light than shadow, and that even the shadow contains the light.

I confess that the underpinning of this Universe is a loving wisdom. I confess that there are times when I have held myself apart from that.

I confess, thankfully, that if I press my ear up to the heartbeat of All That Is, it will always guide me Home.

I confess that sometimes I am moved to tears just in remembering this.

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