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Timeless joy in flight,

Suckle on the nectar of life.

Sing of freedom

And accomplish the impossible things.

Follow your journey a miracle of life

Let the hummingbird lead you with all it’s might.

Destiny…whether wrong or right,

Is a gift of spiritual law.

Such a tiny little bird with an essence so big

Pure vibrations from the energy source.

Resonating sounds and spiritual light

That transforms all life.

In the chill of the night

The little creature stops dead in flight,

And is resurrected by warm day-light.

The vibrations in life

Resonate high in spiritual light.

So set your eyes on this Divine sight

And travel with this bird at the speed of life

King

King on a doggie bed with his new toys.

This morning like many morning over the past 3 week I saw a humming bird while I sat on my back porch watching the Dawning Day.  It is my favorite time of day.  The Hummingbird has great spiritual significance…so I wondered each day what does this little bird mean?  Is it a sign my dark night is over…is it a sign there is a new journey ahead…so each morning I thanked Spirit for the little bird and ask the message be revealed to me.  This morning as I sit on the porch with my new best friend I saw the little bird again…this time I know the meaning…

Yesterday I brought home my new dog “King” from the Philadelphia Animal Care and Control Center…He is 14 months old and lovely…(He is not happy he was fixed yesterday).  So I have once again been blessed and my life is in divine order.  Namaste, mary

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Photo by: Justin Gazlay

Posted on www.photobotos.com

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The winds of December

Unusually warm,

Push out the darkness

From hearts so torn.

The return of light

Now promised

on this December night.

As seasons change

Our hearts rearrange

How we feel the light.

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Release the old

On this joyous night.

Clear your heart for the

Returning light.

Sweep your thoughts

Of anger and fears.

Allow the light

To pull you near.

It is the Spirit

that embraces you tight

It is the Spirit that lives in the light.

On this Solstice Night

Make a choice to see

All that is right.

Choose the Light, The Lord,

The Great Energy Source

Invite the Spirit that resides within

To manifest Your Life

With Love from here in.

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Last evening I attended a wonderful Winter Solstice celebration that inspired this poem.

Many blessings this Holiday Season.

Namaste

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House-on-Fire

House on Fire – (Ancient Real Estate) – Mule Canyon, Utah – David Richter

www.photobotos.com 03/03/2013

A soul ablaze in the infinite haze,

Burning hot the celestial lot.

A Divine soul free of control.

Free of human thought and

Deprecating hate.

Free of human struggle, torment and greed.

The soul a divine essence

Created perfectly.

A soul never is broken or bruised

Is only block by your human mood.

Your thoughts that grow in the ravishing ego,

Are nothing more than reflections of

Human hurt and your choice to self-deplore.

The true journey we all embark

Is a quest of love

And unity within God’s heart.

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This weekend I found myself rushing to finish things and to keep my schedule.   At one point I made myself stop and said, “This is how you miss the best part of your day.”   So I slowed myself down and turned my focus to a poem I wrote in March 2012.  I would like to share it with you as a reminder there are many gifts to see within each day…. don’t let yourself miss them!

Lord, I was running late you see,

when I set off for Sunday Celebration of Thee.

I took the short cut around the town

to skip the traffic lights that slow me down.

I quickly ended up on the Pike

thinking now it would be alright.

In a hurry I rushed,

I rushed down the road and passed the horse farm without a hitch.

I turned the bend a little fast and saw the geese in my path.

I hit the brake and stopped in a blast.

Just in time, as they march one by one in a straight line.

An elder Goose ran up to the car with a squawk to say,

“Hey, there is a speed limit here, didn’t you see?”

One by one they came through the bush,

And impatiently I said, “Oh just fly so I can get on by”

And finally as the line seemed to thin

the little goslings waddled in.

One after another with mother goose on their tail,

They lolly gagged and sauntered in a childish array,

as if they wanted to play.

When all were safely out of the road,

The elder goose squawked, “Go hurry on your way.”

So off I went in a fluster of worry

to arrive on time for the Celebration of Thee.

Up the steep hill by the park I flew

and over the top my car just sailed.

As I landed on the slope going down the road,

I saw a lady and dog a good distance away.

My immediate thought was,

it would be Ok.

So with my foot on the gas I continue on my way.

Yet something was wrong with my approach.

The old dog was slow and appeared to be stiff.

I hit the brakes and this time the dust flew,

scaring the old dog and the lady too.

So I smiled and waved with all my love

And under my breath I said,

“Hurry I’m already late. The celebration won’t wait.”

So as I sat and watched

I said, “See Lord it’s just not my fault that I am late today,

All these things are in my way.”

Finally, as the dog approached the other side I took off for you.

I blew through a stop sign with easy and some care

and arrived with no time to spare.

As I shut down the car, I said, “finally I’m here to give you praise”

And the Lord responded, “You silly girl,

I gave you gifts to see, the order in the geese and new goslings.

I wanted you to stop to see the spirit of me.

The spirit of dog, a divine creature you see.

As I am God and we are one in the same

And share the same letters to our name.

Somehow this morning you’re rushing to me,

Left you blind to my gifts to see.”

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In all of nature we find The Living Divine.
A Lord that creates beauty from a barren floor.
From the dirt the Bald Cypress rises…
And pays homage on bended knee.
Limbs lifted high worship The Source of Eternity.

The brook a sign of the life that flows from the spring below.
The fallen lotus a cherished path leading to the place to go.
Stop and bask into the waters falls…
See the reflection of light and God’s might.
The rocks removed from hidden places
Give life to a young boy’s vision.
A man made pond a manifestation of the Divine.
Spirit the “God stuff” we are made of…
Lives in each stone, plant and water drop.

Bow your head to the “Lunar Cross”
A blessed piece made of stone
That originated in God’s heart.
Sharing love through other hands.
It is a reminder to all who stand.
That light is always restored.
There is no darkness
No place where light is void.
For darkness is only a perception in human mind.

Within this enchanted garden sit and pray.
Feel the energy, love, and unity of The All in this day.

Several weeks ago I had the pleasure to volunteer in a local garden tour.  I was assigned a beautiful garden hidden in my community.  In my small tight knit community (historic and crowded) I was amazed to find this divine spot.  It was a manifestation of God.  Dreamed of by a young boy, now grown into a man who grew up on the land.  He told me, even as a child while playing on the land, climbing the rocks, playing in the brook he imaged the pond and waterfall he would build and the things he would do to create a beautiful place.  Everything he did within his garden was created from the resources on the land.  He used a fallen lotus tree to pave a path leading to the patio surrounding the pond and waterfall.  The magnificent waterfall was created from the rocks that were hidden in the wooded areas of his property. He used old glass bottles found on the land to craft an artistic display of glass with metal rods along the brook.  Right next to the waterfall stood an incredible stone carved totem pole, topped with a lunar cross, that was a collaboration with the home  owner and two other artist.  As I gazed at the totem pole I felt the love and energy of the Divine Manifestation that occurred on the land.  The energy flowed through me with a cleansing and invigorating wave leaving me with a deep feeling of peace and oneness.  I felt overwhelming gratitude to be there and to share in the beauty. The Divine knew what I needed and how to show me love…I am so thankful for the outpouring of love and clarity I received that day. ” I raise my cup with gratitude, Knowing the Divine Outpouring will fill it to the brim.”  I used this affirmation in prayer in the Divine garden.   Namaste.

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While I was off traveling in China I often thought of what I will post when I return. I was able to read many of your post via email but was not able to access to comment or give a like.   So I will slowly catch up with everyone. I will put together some photos from China and will post them soon.  Until then I have a short poem to share.

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Breath frozen in time
Vision clear…
Sight of truth staggering blind.
Heart swells…
Beat locked into mind.
Feet anchored into earth’s grind.
Ego’s lust humbled to the Divine.
Thoughts swirling through the human mind.
Words tied to a fragile twine.

Flowers bloom in the celestial room
Sweet fragrance looms under the midnight moon
Hollowed hearts swoon in love’s lagoon.

Breath woven in time
Vision clear….
Sight of truth no longer blind.
Heart swells
Beat a universal rhythm and rhyme.
Love a place of peace within the Divine.

Flowers bloom in the celestial room
Sweet fragrance looms under the midnight moon
Hollowed hearts swoon in love’s lagoon.

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“One of a Kind” – Zhangjiajie National Park, China

Photographer Thomas Dawson

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Within a land of hills and trees stands mountainous rocks

That tower above the valley low.

Greenery that grows into the misty sky above the clouds that drift quietly by.

It is a place of mystic joy, a place of peace, in an earthly plane.

An exotic land that spans the ancient space and time.

It is one of a kind… envisioned by Universal Mind.

It’s uniqueness for all to see…a divine mystery

Of the old and new China entwined.

The beauty and intrigue of such a spot

Is a haven for a heavenly lot.

A place where time has stopped

As the world swirls out of control

The Lord creates a place for spirits to play.

And man to comprehend the holy scrolls.

It is a place that takes your breath away.

A place to kneel and pray.

A place where ancients lay

In a land of the old and new entwined

A place for all to see their own inner Divinity

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Today I am leaving for a trip to China.  I will be gone for two weeks and will be back on line by July 4th.  I am not sure how much access I will have to the internet but if possible I will post from China pictures and thoughts of this incredible experience.  Once I return I will have a lot to catch up on… so keep on writing and I look forward to reading your post soon.

Today’s poem was inspired by this photo of Zhangiiajie Park in China.  I first posted this poem in May 2012 and today with minor changes I hope you enjoy it.

xoxoxoxo  Namaste, mary

Originally posted May 12, 2012

photo from www.photobotos.com

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Throughout my life I have been blessed to meet so many incredible people. They are successful, creative, or just plain wonderful for the love they give. It is easy to remember them for their presence and tangible gifts that I see, hear or receive. Sometimes the most inspiring people to me are the ones that touched many people before me and now journey a path that only a few share with them. They have gone from a dynamic individual, and often a life of service for their family, their community, their church, or for the nation, to a journey much different than the one they once lived. They have gone from their peak of greatness to their physical and mental decline. By the time we meet their abilities are so different than who they once were and who others believed them to be. Some are loved unconditionally, yet many are caught in the emotional struggle of family. Loved ones often fear losing them as they were, and fear seeing them in who they have become. Nursing has blessed me to see the beauty in their journey and to be touched by their spirits presence regardless of the frail physical form. Today I write in honor of the gift of love they give me in sharing their presence.

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Ode to an Elderly Women
 

Living within the wrinkled flesh
Sitting before me looking a mess,
Sucking oxygen to take the next breath.
Hair gray and thin crumpled in a birds nest.
Spoken words inaudible
Rotting odor on your breath.
Eyes glassed over as your
Spirit gazes back at me.
I hear it say, “I’m almost free!”
Your earthly years old and wise
Your soul’s life far beyond the human mind.
What a journey your life has been,
A mother, a wife, a business women,
Who survived life’s strife.
Once a beauty that men craved,
You would flash a smile and wear the fashion craze.
Now a sack of bones that just break,
As your dirty clothing hides your loving grace.
Once athletic, chasing your dream,
Now locked in your past is all you see.
Who you are today you do not know
But the past memories give you a loving glow.

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Ode to a Veteran

A man so proud who went off to war
A strong man, husband, father and so much more.
Now shattered, limbless, with an injured brain,
You smile with joy as if you were the same.
Your earthly years young compared too many
Your body worn from the anger of war.
You valiantly gave your physical form
For the love of country that you adore.
Your soul’s life far beyond the human mind.
What a journey you have embarked
As you left your life behind.
The gifts from God is all you see
As I greet your spirit each time we met.
My journey regardless of length in time
Has been blessed by the smile you shine.

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These poems do not represent any one person. They are a collection of characteristic that are commonly seen in many clients. Namaste, mary

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I am honored to be nominated by Soumya for the “Seed of Light” award. I love the name of the award and the idea that my words/poems can be a “seed of light” for another.

Soumya has always been a “seed of light” for me since I started this blog.   She is creative and has tirelessly dedicated herself to her blogs and writing.    Over this past 15 months she has always used her kind and loving words to encourage myself and others. I am very touched and appreciative that Soumya continues to see good in my words.  Please visit it at http://soumyav.wordpress.com and I know you will enjoy and grow through her wonderful post.
I have received other awards since starting this blog and I must admit, I often feel mixed emotions.  It is a lovely gesture, and heart warming to receive appreciation from others who find something meaningful in my words.  Yet, I am still new in my journey and soaking up the images, knowledge of others, learning from their words and views and I often feel not yet ready for the accolades.  Perhaps learning to accept is part of my learning

Many blogs I follow are poetry, spiritual, and religious in nature from all over the world with many different cultural influences.  All of these blogs bring to me a greater understanding of who I am within the loving embrace of God and with each of you in unity within the consciousness.  As a novice blogger I know there are thousands of blogs out there spreading “seeds of light” and inspiring thousands and millions of souls with their photos, art, music and words.   At this time I have only dipped my toe into the sea of blogs. So today I choose to honor Soumya’s acknowledgement with a poem….called “Seed of Light” and I dedicate this to all bloggers who share in love their creativity and the lessons of their journey.

 

Adrift within the breath of the wind,

      floating to a barren land.

Landing gently among the dirty grain,

      bathed so lovingly by the rain.

A seed of light,

      buried by worldly debris.

In a place where no one

      would think it may be.

Hidden in a place without light,

      the seed is a speck…a sparkle…that ignites.

A seed of light sent out by the Lord

      is growing on your heart’s shore.

A breath, a sigh, the light illuminates the soul inside.

A twinkle from a star so far

      has great power to transform who you are.

Adrift in the life you live

      the gift of the soul to give.

A moment in time to take

      the Lord’s love into your heart and mind.

An emotion and gift so deep,

      the seeds of light become the roots

      that anchor you to Divine belief.

A seed of light adrift within the wind

 Is a gift the Lord does give.

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May all your seeds shine in the glory of God’s light!

Namaste, mary

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“Of worth I have no season no story left to tell.”

Of hope I have all reason to leave the living hell.

A paper thin skin with little good to give,

no protection from the illusions my life did spin.

Shed of me my ego’s shallow shell.

Leave me basting in purgatory’s well.

My skinless corpse of eons of age,

With more hope than at any other phase

my soul a blaze from the eternal light

My frosted heart melts from the love of God’s sight.

Wrapped in luminous light is this soul’s new flight.

The breath of the lord is the wind that soars.

“My wilderness afire wings are raised immortal to the night”

For my spirit to live forever in light.

The beauty of poetry is in the message to the reader…while it comes from the depth of heart and soul of the poet, it reaches the ears of others and resonates within them as they can and need to hear.

This poem was inspired by Bobbie at Tornadoday.wordpress.com  “ The lines in quotes,” are Bobbies words that inspired this piece. Visit Bobbie’s site to read wonderful poetry and receive inspiration and encouragement.  Namaste, mary

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