Begin the day with an open heart,
how to fill it while apart?
So much time of life on earth,
spent wondering when we will depart.
What is love?
What is art?
Time together feeds the soul,
time apart growing old,
lengthens days and deepens nights.
Dreaming in the soft twilight,
of the day all are one,
when such time will ever come?
Deeper silence feeds the soul,
to some it means we are alone.
crisp air breeze,
provides the knowing…
all the memories of home.
Silence in the air
Silence in the sea…
Our vows float through consciousness,
in order to be…
made manifest for others to achieve.
It is a duty
It is a call
Pushing our planet upward to
the heavenly gates,
we are in this together
combined by fate.
I gaze toward my North Star,
the Gates of Glastonbury Abbey,
my past and my future
the heart of my soul.
Bringing me back to center
I hear the song…
In this lifetime I’m saved by its presence,
Yes, I’m home amidst the rainfall.
I fly through the sound of church bells ringing,
feeling the vibration…
The clarion call of blissful times…
serenity, peace and love all combine,
to fill my heart as I continue to climb,
up towards Heaven …
until the end of time.
Sitting amidst the floral abundance that lazily swings in the delicate breeze, light flickering under the leaves, I feel wondrous gratitude. I travel in my mind’s eye to the place and time of another existence, a memory. The touch of the stone brings it all back. The vibration of old continues it never dies. The […]
Being there and being here
Bliss filled days of holy silence
Scented air of floral perfume
Cold wind blowing neath my feet
Transporting me to dreams unfurling
Presence with unquestioned faith
Doubts leak in with darkest night
On my knees in fervent prayer
The sunrise brings the new day
Yes, I can carry on– if birds still sing and trees bloom
With the beauty comes the calling
Will I answer?
Sitting amidst the floral abundance that lazily swings in the delicate breeze, light flickering under the leaves, I feel wondrous gratitude. I travel in my mind’s eye to the place and time of another existence, a memory.
The touch of the stone brings it all back. The vibration of old continues it never dies. The Abbey, this place, remains for its intended purpose—–to be a haven for all that is holy and good.
Creation is abundant here. Growing, changing, dreaming simultaneously.
The earth grows, the seasons change and we dream of moments such as this in the garden of solitude among the buzzing bees pollinating the dainty while flowers.
I close my eyes and drift into dreaming…
The stone arches are witnesses to history of many types, some events we know and others forever secret except in the vibrations of the stone.
Yes, bloody endings occurred here in physical form. All those who came to this peaceful sanctuary have felt the magnetic pull.
But each had a purpose and fulfilled it, some knowing they would be forever altered by the very act of completing the vision quest.
Moving beyond corporate life I now dub myself “Conscious Writer” and nature photographer, food lover and sometime PR Gal.
A native Floridian surrounded by a tropical paradise, I choose to see beyond the ordinary and find the beauty in each day! My goal is to inspire you to do the same.
For what is life without beauty and love?