dear God

Dear God, tendencies will come and go; it's not about that, it's how fast you catch it you say.
Dear Love of hearts, path of joy, trandescent, guider of oneness and voice of reason, dear angelic friend, I feel you near, I feel you here,
deep beyond my little ear,
little voice I long to hear.
You are friend
You are sweet
Always loving
Inside I keep
a sweet love song
of you
I honor
I treasure
Appreciate
Surrender
under your wing and flight.

What an awsome sight :)

Story of a little boy

This story is magically told
by a boy who wondered alone
he faced a courage never have felt
he found a freedom he later would tell.
inside of him there were reasons
to love, to find freedom.
There was a will to survive
To live, to find light.

Tall buildings and masses
of people with glasses.
Masses of people walking fast
passing him by as he stood alone.
He was small, his clothes were torn.

Sometimes we think
and can't bear but cry
yet he faced his days
with a will to survive.
He rarely received hugs or kisses
or a kind gesture or even a compliment
yet his will and strength
was empowered by something else-
something grander than thought
and nourishment.

This boy walked alone,
no home, no food, noone to love,
he found no help he thought would help,
but he ended up finding the strength
from somewhere else.

A true vision inside he felt.
Deep in his shirt there was a pocket.
A little note inside the pocket
was left there from a year ago
and all this time he unknowingly stored.

And all alone and full of fear
he reached in his pocket
and as he found the note
he also found a tear
running down his face-
memories of her he suddenly embraced.

He was so happy to read the note
and suddenly found a spark of hope.

It read:
"YOU ARE THE TOOL, THE STRENGTH OF GOD,
YOU CAN MAKE OF THIS LOVE FOR THAT YOU ARE".

He found such strength from this awe inspiring note
that was given to him so long ago.
His great grandma always left him notes of love,
of light and faith and truth and hope.

Everyone else but his great grandma died
and last year she too said goodbye.

He felt again her warmth in his heart.
He remembered the ways she'd look at him
with this loving gaze
that lovingly filled her delightful face.
She would look at him with such love and such peace
and he remembered how it felt to receive
such love with serenity and ease
and totality- for this grand love she had for him
always left him feeling amazed.
He was so loved.
The love was so pure-
and even if he did "wrong"
the eyes of love she'd endure.

Another bunch of tear drops lined his face
and a source of inspiration
relentlessly offered some faith.
He suddenly started looking at himself lovingly-
He started looking at himself sweetly-
He started looking at himself with kindness-
He started looking at himself with forgiveness-
He started looking at himself with gentleness-
He started looking at himself with gratefulness-
He started looking at himself from a place of empowerment,trust, and grace.
He started looking at himself from a place of deep joy
as he'd remember her face.
He started looking at himself the way his great grandmother looked at him,
and this love flourished and promoted
such transformation and hope.

He filled himself with love
he never, when alone, ever felt before.

If it wasn't for her,
love to him would be something unknown.
People who haven't received love from others
often are in a blank
and then they are unable to give
to themselves love and thanks-
because they were never taught this art.

Yet sometimes friends and smiles come along
regardless if in the past there was none-
that open up our own light and spark
and teach us again to love and embark
on a new dear journey
and again become the light
we've been yearning.
It is here, available now,
we can all find it, if we look deep inside somehow.

He started living his life with grace and love.
All of a sudden there was a new kind of smile,
a new kind of presence,
a new kind of child,
a renewed kind of essence.

The people nearby were curious to see
how a homeless boy could be in such peace.

It was the 19th century of madness and wars
yet one day a young woman
came with her horse.

She asked him dearly-
do you have a home?
I want to help,
oh dear child I send you all my love.
I'd like to share with you my love and my heart.
I once had a son here
but we grew apart.
He left the town many years ago-
a youngster then- aspiring a new home, a new life,
away from here, away from "strife",
but he never listened when I would cry-
"peace is not where you are,
peace is what you are in your heart".

The woman said with sadness and sorrow-
you seem so at peace
and there's noone around you.
You live in the cold
and with nowhere to go,
nowhere to stay,
yet the glow in your eyes have swept me away.

You are a child of God and all I long for and strive
is right here infront of my eyes.
Can you humble yourself and teach me
to be what I preached my son to be-
even though it was something I was never able to achieve

The child said- OFF COURSE YES,
and THANK YOU KINDLY for your embrace.
I'll share with you my all-
all my experiences that brought me back "home",
all the experiences that taught me to love,
and you know it's so true
and can you easily see
that you truly and completely are a reflection of me

I learned peace from my great grandma
who taught me to be
the love that I am.
It's so lovely to think
with love in the heart
and nothing else clouding it
for true kindness is in the heart and I'm left fascinated-
and all I see
is the oneness of all,
it's the oneness of we,
I am not just this body,
I am this light,
I am this warmth,
I am this delight
just like you are-
We are ALL one light,
one life, and together
we create a rainbow
of colors and BLISSFUL paradise.

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Show me a flower that cries
and you'll soon see they are more wise
than to relentlessly regret
the fearful thoughts
thus sadly kept.

Even if they sit in a funeral,
they light up the room,
they flower, they bloom.

Flowers teach me how to be,
how to look above
with eyes that see
the sun that glows
the clouds that whisper
a majestic hope
even if its clouded,
for it whispers
that light and love
is up and coming,
be patient
and you'll see it
if you stop from running.

Lovers lean against a rose bud tree
in the misty day while drops of rain
fall their way.

Flowers open up a scent of heaven
that lights our heart
as we embrace them.

Flowers teach us how to be light,
how to be airy,
how to spark.

Flowers are teachers
if we are willing to embrace
the grandest of wisdom
in a whimsical face.

Face of rose buds,
you magically see
all the dimensions
that sometimes we fail to see.

You teach me presence,
you teach me to let go
as I see the dead leaves
leaving your show.

You let go so gracefully,
you allow it to be,
and you renew
as the old ones
go back to earth and flee.

You teach me a lesson
dear flowers of love,
let go of what doesn't serve me
and come back to the dimension
of hope, and love,
and sweetness that we are made of.

In the end it's all a lesson,
can we come back home?
can we come back to what we trust?
can we come back to where we belong?
can we come back to the light of sweetness
that melts our hearts and shine our paths?
can we look at one another with forgiveness
because they are all going thru the same path?

We are evolving slowly
or we are evolving fast,
we are finding our center,
in the midst of the hurricane mash.

We are looking at profoundness
for the solutions in our daily corner,
and each time with practice-
our practice becomes stronger.

Our life becomes more bolder,
more happy, more light, more free,
if we can be like flowers,
that's when we can really be.

 

Going along this life
with our friends
who nurture us
as we nurture them.

Sometimes we're too busy to love,
we have so much on our minds.

Sometimes we're too busy to notice,
we have to much to do-
and our garden is left unnoticed.


But when we care,
that's when we can really be there,
to feel their pain
as they feel ours,
to honor their days,
as they honor ours.

Friends
that dare
come from a place
somewhere
inside the heart
as they honestly
love and care.

When our days are sad,
they say a thing or two
that makes us smile
and giggle too.

When we're happy
they are happy too
because in all,
we are one-
its true.

And when our heart
cannot bare
to feel more pain,
we feel the love,
through our friends
that trust
and love
us.

 

Enthusiasm
I spoke to a friend about something that seemed so interesting, so inviting, and so positive- until I got the response.. A blobb of hmm hmm, and well.. yeahh guess that's interesting, said in a tone that is not so convicing. And then an unomfortable feeling came within.

I watched the video the other day from Louise Hay "You Can Heal Your Life, The Movie" and they mentioned that when we feel something uncomfortable, its great- because right there, at that moment, we can transform it.

In this case, seeing a lacking of enthusiasm from someone else- which inevitably it is completely fine, for some like chocolate, others vanilla; some like sports, others art; some like rain, others sunshine; some like pottery, others rather play lottery; some gamble their days away, some rather go to a park and play..; some enjoy nurturing, some enjoy investing.. it's all in the eyes of the beholder- But the lesson is what is clear and generous. Seeing that lacking of enthusiasm from someone else, helped me 1- accept it, accept THEM, accept ME feeling this and 2- this is a reminder to heighten my own enthusiam.

So quickly, I transformed my passion of what I was doing at the moment, from not being so enthusiastic to my cleaning the house, to completely being enthusiastic about it- completely increasing my passion for cleaning my world, my home, and doing it with that zest of life and love- the very life that clings and relentlessly teaches us- every day, how to live our days.

Thank you life, it is all a matter of perception.
If we clean our lenses, we can see more clear.

By the way- I took this picture when I went to an amazing ecovillage in Argentina. It was this man's passion- to build an amazing landscape of organic gardens, and trees of nature, as well as respecting earth as much as possible in this self sustainable environment of adobe style homes, and solar everything, everything vegan, everything sweet, everything kind, and everything done from a place of passion- enthusiasm at its finest.

 

Amelia
I remember you often
I remember your friendship and your smile
I remember the way that you laugh outloud,
you have a way to motivate me fully,
you have a way to inspire me,
to liven my day,
to always cheer up my ways.

You have a spark in your aura
a golden light that transforms my all,
you are a sun
appearing as skiny fragments of color in the sky,
you are grounded and disciplined,
and you remind me of what I truly am,
deep within.

Thank you for your kindness
that never stops,
thank you for the words of wisdom
you always have.
Thank you for your magnetic laugh
and the light in your eyes,
your brilliance amazes me,
even right now in my heart.

I think of you and I smile again,
I am so blessed to have such
wonderous angelic friends.

 

We keep ourselves busy with lights...
outside lights...
and fake a smile while thinking and planning
and wondering why did this happen that way
or what will it be in the future...

We go
back and forth
like a pendulum of swings
and in one focused second
we can't even tune in
where that swing is going-
because it's going so fast,
and before we know it
we forget to know how to stop
it from doing all that.

And all the times we feel like a mouse
running around and around in a circle
without pause until there's no breath
left to bear-
we used up all the emotions in our tank,
all the tension has come back,
and there is no gap,
only a cap
to hold back the wind and the cold
and the years that made us look so old
and grey
and perhaps now we have a way
to slow down
and without despair
know that deep inside
we're still in there
and all the while
while it feels out here so cold-
deep inside it still is warm,
for deep in our hearts of love
is our truest sweetest home.