Friday, March 7, 2008

Princess & The Last Dragon
In memory - -
or childhood dreams,
in hearts that be connected;
there is a place
where myths are made
and
tales bemused, abstracted.

Within this place
endures the last
of epoch’s valiant steeds.
Dragon, pure and powerful
hold knowledge close to thee.

Within your cunning, courtesy
accept, as legends will - -
the virgins sent by plain folk,
your wrath in hopes to still.

But Dragons be not hateful things,
‘tis beauty that they seek.
T’was men’s insipid density
that brought bloodlust to thee.

“Princess”
knew this in her heart
and one night took her leave;
of townsfolk who knew not enough
to feel your real need.

The aerie where she found you - -
a dull and joyless place,
but home had it become for you
within men’s mindless waste.

Olive green, her eyes were termed,
yet you could see the truth - -
in her eyes, the green of seas,
and depths . . . . .
In moments meant for silence
you met each other’s gaze
and in those depths you saw your past
and the lost; that bore your name.

Dragon tears began to fall,
splashing at her feet.
In kindness she reached out to soothe
your never released grief.

Her hair she used,
auburn and long - -
as long as journey's end,
to mop away the giant tears
of Dragon become friend.

&

When she slowly moved away,
demuring even now,
you changed your teardrops into gems
of amethyst and diamonds.

At her caress your spirit spoke
and set your huge heart beating - -
fearful lest she fade away,
you touched her with your breathing.

Onto your silken, scaled back,
she slid her naked form.
Away you flew, together then,
to lands as yet unborn.

Princess “true”, had wakened you
and now in joy you fly - -
the Dragon last; in certainty,
‘till end of time is nigh.

Monday, February 18, 2008

A Letter to You from GOD, with Love

Beloved One:

I just had to sit down and write to remind you of something very important to Me . . . I love you.

I saw you talking with your friends yesterday and I wanted so much to talk with you also. I waited all day but you never called. I hoped we could find time to talk in the evening, but I know you had a lot of other things on your mind. As your day drew to a close, I sent a sunset for you; as you walked to the house, I sent a cool breeze to refresh you after a long day. I put a special scent in the air from the flowers near the driveway, but I guess you didn’t notice as you hurried by. I’m so sad that you have to rush so.

I saw you fall asleep last night and I so wanted to touch your face and stroke your hair, so I spilled a little moonlight on your face and pillow. When you awoke this morning, I hoped we could have a little time together, I wanted to rush down and talk to you, but I guess you had to hurry off to work. My tears were in the rain.

I have so many gifts for you . . . . so much to tell you . . . . so many wonderful things for you to experience because I love you so much. My nature is like that, you know.

Please call Me, talk with Me . . . . ask Me for help. I know the deepest desires of your heart and I so want to be close to you. My love for you is deeper than the oceans . . . . greater than anything you can imagine. I long for us to share some time together - just the two of us.

It hurts Me to see you look so sad today. I really understand what it’s like for friends to let you down. I know your heart aches.

I’ll close now because I know you are very busy and I certainly don’t want to hassle you. You are free to choose Me - or not - it’s your decision. I’ve already chosen you. Please don’t be too long in contacting Me; and remember . . . . I love you.

Your Friend,
GOD

Thursday, January 24, 2008

METTA MEDITATION

May I be safe from inner & outer harm.
(from known or unknown sources)

May I be healthy in Body, Mind & Spirit.

May I be able to care for myself, those that I love & those that are in greater need than I, easily & gracefully.

May I see and understand my path. May I always have Your help in difficult times.

May I be fulfilled and joyous.

Thank you Father.

This Metta (Loving Kindness) meditation can be used for yourself, those you love, those that have hurt you (knowingly or unknowingly), those that have helped you, those in great need, Spiritual or Higher Beings, the smallest and weakest of creatures, for the world and for the universe.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Everybody Hurts

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

GOODBYE

Comes the Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning, and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts, and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today, because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you ask too much. So you plant your own garden, and you decorate your soil, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.

And you learn . . . .

And you learn . . . .

With every Good-Bye . . . .

You learn.

Veronica Shoffstall

November 18th 4:30 am 2001

Shooting Stars

The fallen leaves provided a soft cover over the unyielding ground.

Crunching softly as I lay down beneath the sky.

A Shadow came and laid his body against me for warmth, purring.

They came one by one.

Streaking. First left then right then all around.

I counted as the time elapsed. 55, 56

Each time I felt it was time to go inside another came.

Each one counted a year added to my life.

I counted 100.

My hands were numb with cold.

My friend stirred.

It was enough. 100.

Michael Sutton (aka Starkin)

Salutation of the Dawn


Look to this day, for it is Life, the very life of life.

In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of your existence;
The bliss of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of beauty.


For Yesterday is but a dream and Tomorrow is only a vision;
But Today, well-lived, makes every Yesterday a dream of

Happiness and every Tomorrow a vision of Hope.

Look well, therefore, to this Day!


Such is the salutation of the dawn.

From the Sufi, 1200 B.C.