SHORTLY AFTER 3 A.M.

(written 7/31/2014)

 

Something woke me once again

Changing the direction of destiny

Bending the path of a stream

Affecting the results of the toss

 

Without a question the winds rose

The clouds parted and the stars shone

As the ultimate one exhaled breath

Perfuming hope into fresh ideas

 

Then …

 

Stepping onto the magic carpet

Fear and doubt drifted below the opened door

Imagination deepened cultivating floral riches

In, amongst and slightly under the shadow

 

Not doubting the reality of the

Effectiveness and efficacy with which

Truth births and light marries darkness

I follow the omniscient whispers

 

All the while …

 

Cats are prowling and purring

While an owl calls in the dawn and

A fresh song of sweet blossoms

Wafts in under the dimming night

 

Another day is illuminated

Embracing barefooted perspectives

From the dewy grass

Now growing in a new direction

 

Carpe Diem

AUM - Ultimate Spring

Locked away below the thought of light

Bare remnants of life remained

Beyond the dark side of the farthest star

Sight stretched lingering

Entranced by a whisper of words unknown

Journeys crept watchfully with vigilance

Fueled by Ashe and desire

Made ready by will and intent

Flames of hope pulsed rhythmically

Calling smoke, breath, and passion-ate

Flora emerging within the Green Man

Wrapped and entwined – tendrils and leaves

Life rejoining eternity … restored

Eyes saturated in Love’s memories

Again.

A Horse is not a Watermelon

Trees are what they are. 

Everything in nature is ,,, naturally speaking … what it is.

There is no toil or struggle or doubt. 

There is no self-induced bondage. 

There is only the full freedom of expression

      the full trust of being taken care of and,

            the extreme joy of allowing it all to be what it is.

An Oak tree doesn’t try to be a Maple tree. 

A horse is fulfilled being a horse and not a watermelon. 

I mean, being something other than they are

                                                  is not even questioned!  

There is no guilt.

A carnivorous eagle does not writhe in self-loathing because

      it is not a nectar-drinking hummingbird.  

Maybe it’s time to let go

       and be taught by nature

            (even though it’s not quite ‘apples for apples’)

even, just a little bit …

… all you have to do is listen.

It’s free.

                

       

PLAYING WITH FIRE

“What?” Seriously, I was standing staring out my kitchen window at the rain (and all the beautiful green shades of nature), cup of tea in one hand, a strip of nice crispy bacon in the other when I noticed ‘them’ speaking to me … asking, “How many times were you burned at the stake before it ‘dawned on you’ that you needn’t be?”  Wow.  Alrighty then … my answer flitted through as, “As few as possible, I hope.”  And then, I saw myself during one of the times when that act was in progress and the warrior in me triumphed.  I knew that I knew that I knew that I could! And, I did … triumph, that is.

Eventually there are moments when the realization occurs that there are other options ... other realities … other ways to experience our lives.  Why not? Humans are designed with the ability to mature through and within each lifetime.  For me, I imagined the ‘fire’ as ferns being blown by the wind, and I walked away filled with gaiety.  Another time it was as downy feathers and I giggled because they tickled. I knew that my dragons/angels were at the ready to remove me from the peril (notice that I didn’t say ‘my’ peril – please avoid owning the emotional attachment to and the perceived reality of situations you find yourself in – that seemingly small word ‘my’ is like glue).  

So many things are at play here.  Maybe I acted as the victim long enough and finally got sick of it so I just quit (no longer attracting that scenario)!  Maybe I saw through the illusion and created a new experience in the midst of it all.  And/or, maybe I ‘just’ opened the door in front of me and walked through the doorway becoming the ‘I AM’ that I am, I am, I am … to name a few.  Cells in my body resonate with the sense of freedom those loosed bonds from other lives have signaled. The smell of the smoke awakens hope, strength and courage to move forward in this life.  I CAN play with fire if need be!

Now, ‘the fire’ might not look like flames rising from the timber these days, never-the-less the challenge might be quite similar.  Regardless, the opportunity to ‘become’ rides along the same pathway. As I awaken to the gifts of remembered lessons I endeavor to implement them accordingly.  I choose to contemplate those situations and things about myself that ‘burn’ me, see the ferns and feathers, and let myself (yes, allow myself) to be free … including the freedom and gratitude to take another go at it if I feel I could ‘take it up a notch’.

May the fires of this season’s solstice ignite new growth in all living beings and may we play with inflamed gusto!

charlotteedwina@gmail.com

ON THE FERTILITY (not futility) OF BEING

Thoughts traveling on breezes

tickling memories from

some … place that has

always been and forever will

be a part of the breath

that is

Sit up listening and aware

while engaging the art of

‘not listening’ in case

listening too hard

stops the act of hearing …

while the tickling continues

Friends from in between places

that have always been known

are communicating … towards us

or amongst themselves,

continuing conversations,

passions, loves and wisdom

Catch glimpses of the

white shadows they/we are

seeing the unseen that is see-able,

interpreting illusions of our own

impeccable ‘imaginated’ reality of

the embracing circumstances

that calls itself ‘our life’

Things pour out and

come together in ridiculous

patterns and waves so

making sense of it

becomes a sticky web

and in the distance

we see that the spider

… is coming.

Giving up the fear of ‘is’

and ‘is not’ of ‘what’

and ‘what not’,

how that looks or

might not look …

sprays lovely peanuts

on the path

for the elephant

What? Right! Exactly!

I SEE YOU ... DANCING ... AROUND THE FIRE

I see you

Always seeing you

Always near … closer than near

The aspect of you - that is divine - is me (us)

Never blind

Always always present

Dancing

Aware of who you are

Freedom personified

The light of life … alive

Knowing, expressing, uninhibited

Progressive evolution

Around the fire

Eternal and omniscient

Being of the GREAT ‘I Am’

Illumined and bright and alive

In command

Brave

I see you dancing around the fire

… and, I am dancing in you …

JOYOUS RE-UNION

We are sitting together

on the most beautifully snowy mountain

that you can imagine …

only we are not cold.

We sit facing each other as

though sitting on a tropical beach

 … warm and comfortable.

The solitude embraces us

as we trance into the eyes of the other.

The wind blows gently

And the smell of the snow

and the distant pines

is refreshing.

We speak without talking.

We listen with ease.

And the information

you ‘hear’ soothes you.

You re-member

in this sacred space …

the love you’ve yearned for –

it caresses the essence of your being

and miracles

… the miracles that have always been there

are experienced.

These miracles

drift welcomed into

your cells and into

the spaces between your cells

and you accept the gifts.

In this bliss

you choose to remain and place

your next footfall - gratefully -  into the

warm bountiful snow …

and smile.  You know.