Music of the Spheres

Listen for the soundless sound.
The roaring whisper. 
The music of the spheres.
It is right here in the midst of This.
Just behind the image,
Underneath the story.
Slow down for just a moment and listen.
Can you hear it...
The song that Love is singing?




(photo by Will and Matt Burrard-Lucas)

Have You Been Outside Tonight?

Have you been outside tonight?
There is a bright sliver of moon
Rising over the hills in the west, and
A chorus of coyotes chanting Alleluia in the next field.
Tonight the blue spruce stands tall, 
Steeped in silent majesty.
And tonight, like every other night,
Meteors and whole galaxies streak by,
Everything singing
Your holy name.

The Great Migration

The great migration is happening
In earnest now,
As if some grand invisible invitation
Has been issued.

And they are returning home
By the thousands;
These utterly unique aspects of Being-ness.

From the east and west,
The north and south,
From cliff and cave
And all the hidden places.

There is no force equal to this Call
As Love reclaims Itself
In all of it's many disguises,
Leaving nothing to the imagination.

Liminal Space

This is the space
Between 
The in-breath and the out-breath,
Deep in the Heart of the Beloved.
This is the place of un-knowing,
Of seeming isolation
And doubt;
The place where humans fear
To tread.
This is the Mystery
Whose author is Love.
This is the pregnant
Liminal space
Where stars are born.

Spreading Out in All Directions

Let the Mystery speak to you.
It’s here right now 
Just underneath the mind's chatter
And filling everything with its magnificence.
Misunderstanding is all that separates you from experiencing
This infinite Breath that breathes you
This Stillness that spreads out in all directions
This Love that sets you free.



(painting by Melissa Harris)

NOW

Be still just for a moment,

and the inherent Unity

That is always here, will

Reveal Itself.

Doorway

This moment
Exactly as it Is,
Is the 
Doorway.
Come.

The Light I Am

May each breath be a prayer
To this Light I Am; 
Each inhale and exhale
the ultimate expression of form and formless through me.
May I be a conscious witness, acting in service to
This Love that set the worlds in motion...
Even as the earth quakes and the systems shake,
As one form dies that another may be born,
Even as this story of power and love play out,
May I be a Lighthouse, shining brightly what is True,
The Music that whispers the Holy name across the vast infinite,
A Mirror reflecting the Truth that is everywhere;
This Love that sets us free.
~goldenflower

(Art - "Souls Journey" by Freydoon Rassouli)

Portal of Presence

As the old paradigm is burning itself down all around us
Can you allow yourself to rest back in the Awareness
That never comes and goes?
To speak and act out of that Stillness?
To be a portal of Presence
A vessel of Mercy
A lighthouse that radiates
What has always been true;
This that I Am.

The Call to Return

Once upon a time

A line was drawn in the sand 

To keep you safe as a little one…

Safe from harm, and 

Safe from your elders' fears 

Of their own unmet shadows.

You understood with your child's mind

That if you crossed this line, you would die.

It seemed so clear that

There was an abyss on the other side of that line,

Along with frightful child-eating monsters… so of course,

The command “stay back” was etched deeply in a hidden place 

Within your mind, 

And you never questioned it.

So that even now, decades later,  

When life offers you a challenge to this carefully constructed identity,

Or a taste of freedom from the tyranny of this line, 

The 9-1-1 alarm goes off, and the old insistent commands take over…

“Danger! Danger!  Get down. Back up. Don’t question, just stop… now!"

This line was constructed long ago with great intelligence to keep the little one safe

In a world she did not yet have the tools to navigate.

And now the world is asking her, is asking you, 

To Return to the starting place…

To return to Who you were before the imaginary line of separation was drawn.

To return to Who you have always been.  

So when you find yourself fighting old ghosts, or holding yourself back, or

Triggered by someone who reflects what is not acceptable from behind the line… 

When you feel contracted, restricted, agitated, or in great discomfort… 

Welcome it all.

This is the invitation from the other side of the Line

To come Home again 

To the vast expanse of your Being.

Let this Self you are,

Be found.

Let it reveal Itself to you again and again

And in doing so, you offer the world the same invitation…

To come Home 

In ever expanding

Ripples of 

Yes.

Who You Are

Who you Are
Cannot be contained.
Come... come and dance!

Oceanic Invitation

Let the sand house dissolve.

It has been falling down around your feet

Ever since you can remember.

How much longer will you keep trying to hold it up,

While the whole Ocean beckons?

Holy of Holies

I have always been here.

Breathing as you.

Laughing as you.

Crying as you.

Dancing as you.

Shouting as you.

Grieving as you.

Meditating as you.

Being unholy as you.

Singing as you.

Losing the way as you.

Getting found as you.

There is no need to make a special pilgrimage

To the Holy of Holies.

Just leave your shoes

At the door of your Heart.

I am here

Closer than breathing,

Nearer than hands and feet.




I Bow to the Mystery

I bow to the Mystery 

That lies within 

And around me.

I bow to this Call 

That cannot be denied,

Even as I often find myself

Walking in the wilderness

Of the Unknown.

I bow to this “Yes!” that 

Answers the Call, and

Knows Itself 

As the way 

Home.

Holy Communion

There is a river that runs

Just below the surface of our everyday focus,

Where the forest mushrooms chant praises to Gaia

Across a luminous network of Love,

And Monarchs find their way south

Without compass or protection.

Where bees dance in sacred geometry,

And whales chant the names of god 

in ways that only our hearts can recognize.

Whenever you feel lost or alone,

Be still for just a moment, 

And listen.  

Listen underneath 

to the Song that Love is singing.