i tingle

  i tingle

in my solitude... 

with warm acceptance 

and recognition... 

this is my home... 

i am welcome... 

i am free... 

i am open to the wisdom within... 

as i sit in stillness...

all is revealed...

i joy in its presence....

michael

i am home

i am home

my eyes close
yet i see the morn...
hear the singing bird
see it flying by...
the grass is wet...
the vines crawl
upon the walls
the trees feel the wind
and touch the sky
and sense the flow and joy
of all about....
there is no me...
there is no center...
nothing but
the whispering of all
as it passes by
imagination...

michael

my world so bright...

my world so bright...

there is no night...
i see with singular eye...
clouds roll by...
unhindering my sight...
love all i see...
beliefs dissolved...
gone the blight
they used to bring...

michael

Long Journey,Sweet Destiny

sweet destiny on this long journey

i choose to take

its not the destination

but the path, i choose to take

for it is one of spirituality

some thing that builds

the "oneness of self"

Long Journey, Sweet Destiny

to sit here silently,in the solitude

i look into,seek the vastness of self

for i bask in the light

the simple joy that beholds me

to be content in the simple things

that show a correlation of how

all in this world is one & the same

and i am part of this

Long Journey,Sweet Destiny

the stars,the moon,the sky

the birds,trees, sweet day break

the sweet fragrance of

summers last days

evoke memories of my childhood

countless eons ago

and here i am enjoying

all of this

Long Journey,Sweet Destiny

for the search with in

the vastness of self

bares much  to unveil

for i possess a gift

which is the eternal

everlasting love

that i give freely

to all i encounter

for this is me

simple

revealed to you this day

Long Journey,Sweet Destiny

patrick o'regan 

i am home

BLENDING THE SENSES

jeshua energies said...

i am home my eyes close yet i see the morn... hear the singing bird see it flying by... the grass is wet... the vines crawl upon the walls the trees feel the wind and touch the sky and sense the flow and joy of all about.... there is no me... there is no center... nothing but the whispering of all as it passes by imagination... michael

 

 

The Passion and Power of Love

                The Passion and Power of Love

 

She (God) Comes To Me In Waves

She (God) comes to me in waves

yet like the sea itself

Her (God's) salt is in me always.

She (God) comes for me

Her body convulsing,

wanting my presence

inside of Her

as if I were really someone.

I know, at times,

She (God) holds me at arm's length

just to look at me,

I know She likes

to play the game of two

but

when She (God) comes for me

like a wave of myself

I feel the crest

of this world

topple

into Her.

~ Eric Ashford ~

Pain Unbearable

Pain Unbearable

i ask "how can i survive 

with pain unbearable?"

of course you
can live, survive
in a world where eating
sleeping, pieing
seem so real
a world of pain 
and suffering
a place to prove
you have been
parted from love

the point is
can you know
that Love
has never left
it wills not to come
in little steps
but to rush with force
to clear away
the false identity held
to prove you are deserving
of the hurt which pins
you to your separate self


michael