love flute

by shannondoah

for my beloved

i welcome 

you

into 

my heart

i invite

you

into

my family

i allow 

and 

receive

all of your 

Love

and

i accept

all of you

love.

trust

by Shannondoah

i trust

in my

faith

to 

follow

the

compass

of

our 

divinity

the stars

pause

and silence 

speaks

nothing

all that

is

left

is the sound

of our

heartsong

 

goodness

by Mary Oliver

'Of Goodness'

How good 

that the clouds travel, as they do, 

like the long dresses of the angels

of our imagination,

or gather in storm masses, then break,

with their gifts of replenishment,

and how good

that the trees shelter the patient birds

in their thick leaves,

and how good that in the field

the next morning

red bird frolics again, his throat full of song,

and how good

that the dark ponds, refreshed,

are holding the white cups of the lilies

so that each is an eye that can look upward,

and how good that the little blue-winged teal

comes paddling among them, as cheerful as ever,

and so on, and so on.

 

love is the way

by Shannondoah

rolling clouds

speak 

to 

me

of a time of

transformation

of and for

Love

Love is the Way

the winds

speak

to 

me

singing songs

from Heaven

and the chimes 

sound like 

love

Love is the Way

the symphony

of birds

speak to me

singing sweetness

Blessing

us All

in All Ways

Love is the Way

the bees,

woodpeckers, 

and the beetles

hum, drum and rattle

creating

drumsongs

speaking

to 

me

about 

the rhythms 

of 

life

and

Mother

Earth

Love is the Way

the rose

by Hafiz

Persia (Iran)

How

did the rose

ever open its heart

and give to this world all of its beauty?

It felt the encouragement of light against its being,

otherwise we all remain too frightened.

divinity

by Shannondoah

As the Sun

rises

So does my 

heart

Seeing with 

rainbow eyes 

i walk anew

Knowing with a 

rainbow heart

i walk anew

Hearing with a

rainbow heart

i walk anew

Loving with a 

rainbow heart

i walk anew

Loving you

within me

i am reborn

mirror

by Mahadeviyakka (India)

When the body becomes Your mirror,

how can it serve?

When the mind becomes Your mind,

what is left to remember?

Once my life is Your gesture,

how can I pray?

When all my awareness is Yours,

what can there be to know?

I became You, Lord, and forgot You.

reminder

by Shannondoah

I carry 

you

within

my 

heart

like 

a

love

song

reminding 

me

to 

remember

singing

me 

Home

to

you

truth

by Lalla

(India)

I went everywhere with longing

in my eyes, until here

in my own house

I felt truth

filling my sight.

doves

by Shannondoah

my heart opens

releasing doves

of 

insight

freedom is always

within

there is a

rainbow

shining

bright inside

each

particle 

of

our

Being

Divinity

is

Love

i love you

sunrise

by William Blake

(England)

He who binds to himself a joy

does the winged life destroy.

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

lives in eternity’s sun rise.

quiet

by Shannondoah

in the

sweet

quiet 

moments

my heart

sings

our

love

song

my heart

is singing

you

home

and 

sings

me

home

to

you

reedsong

by Rumi

Persia (Afghanistan)

All day and night, music,

a quiet, bright

reedsong. If it

fades, we fade.

love.

by Shannondoah

her

love

for him

feels

like

rainbows

in 

the 

rain

sunshine

in

the

clouds

light

in

the 

darkness

starshine

moonlight

radiates

and

brightens

the

Way

home

love.

words

by Mukta Bai 

(India)

Although he has no form

my eyes saw him

and his glory shines in my mind

which knows his secret

inner form

invented by the soul.

What is beyond the mind,

has no boundary.

In it our senses end.

Mukta says: Words cannot contain him,

yet in him all words are.

equinox

by Shannondoah

she whispered

to 

the 

moon

confessing 

her love

for him

and he 

was speaking 

to the sun

singing his love

for her

they 

prayed

to the stars

and

trusted

in

unity

and

their

Hearts 

Truths

center

by Tree-Leaf Woman (India)

Who speaks the sound of an echo?

Who paints the images in a mirror?

Where are the spectacles in a dream?

Nowhere at all - that’s the nature of mind!

everlasting love

by Shannondoah

dear one

dearest beloved

when you gaze upon 

that

bright star

i’m looking too...

night time 

swoon

meet me 

at

the moon

and

i’ll meet you

at the 

sun

in waking hours

and dreaming sleep

and all

that’s in between

our

love

is 

everlasting

infinite

and 

divine

our hands

by St.Francis of Assisi 

(Italy)

Our hands imbibe like roots,

so I place them on what is beautiful in this world.

And I fold them in prayer, and they

draw from the heavens

light.