Instrument: Lady – tenor Flea ukulele
From the ash She arises
And to it She returns
Appearing, disappearing, re-appearing.
Yet there is no birth
No death
No rebirth.
The Phoenix lives always
Just in different forms
And so do we.
Neither created
Nor destroyed
Only transformed!
From the ash we arise
And to it we return
Appearing, disappearing, re-appearing
In form, perhaps,
But in Spirit, we exist always.
—
Shared for
dVerse OpenLinkNight # 177
There is a place
where the light is so bright
but where no one’s eyes hurt
where no one cringes
where no one turns away
There is a place
where the peace is so deep
that not a ripple disturbs it
except the ripple of joy
the ripple of laughter
the ripple of love
the ripple of life abundant
There is a place
where only good lives
it comes to stay
it flows
it is given
and received
all at once
There is a place
where posession is no object
where everyone has everything
and everyone owns nothing
because ownership is not needed
everything is Spirit
so why would we, and how could we own it?
Yet how could we not?
There is a place
where good is always good enough
and now
I choose to live in that place
forevermore!
Come in with me,
you are so welcome,
here
in the good place!
Two poems and a harp meditation to affirm the truth and see love in everything. Recite “Namaste” silently or aloud, to anything or anyone troubling you, and you will see love instead of negativity.
You know my thoughts, and you obey.
My word sets you upon your way.
Because you always carry out
Intentions from my thoughts and mouth,
I choose to plant the perfect truth
Within the fertile law of you.
–And so it is!
I offer you a Namaste!
I know your greatness in all ways.
The love in me sees love in you.
My highest self affirms your truth.
I recognize your perfect soul.
I know that you are always whole.
No matter what the world may say,
You prosper by this Namaste!
–And so it is!
Harp meditation and prayer-poem to feel and live as free as you already are in Spirit.
Inspired by
Daily Word
for October 28, 2010: Free.
I recorded the harp outside, and you will hear a child’s laughter and maybe other sounds. I left them in because they brought me joy.
God the good is all there is,
The one and only cause,
The peaceful, perfect freedom
Extended to us all.
I am within that freedom.
It is my very soul,
The brightest light of being
As me is pure and whole.
I realize my freedom
From this one earthly plain.
I’m in it but not of it,
For Spirit in me reigns.
Releasing lower ties now,
I’m bound to nothing more
Than Spirit’s freeing likeness
That pulses at my core.
I know this glorious freedom
To be my essence whole,
And so, in grateful peace and love,
I give up all control.
I float among the beings
That live on earth with me
And demonstrate that love
And truth will set us free.
And so it is, namaste!
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Harp meditation to re-connect you with your true center – a place of calm, peace, stability and pure joy. Give yourself the gift of “calm” that is not dependent on outward circumstances, people or events. This centered state is the true meaning of serenity. Get there using this meditation, and you will be able to bring yourself back at any time, living more and more consciously in this peaceful place that is always within you.
Sleep, a time of great subconscious work.
Slumber, where beliefs are given birth.
Resting, in the arms of purest love.
Cradled, where below touches above.
Spirit, of the day and of the night,
Keep me, as my soul now takes its flight.
Lift me, to the possibility.
Show me, all I am, can do, and be.
Sleep, now fear released is turned to love.
Slumber, touching Spirit like a dove.
Resting, in the comfort of the truth.
Cradled, now I lay my thoughts to roost.
Amen.
This harp improvisation will take you from stress to calm in 8 minutes. Enjoy the comforting sound of the harp as you get in touch with your roots, your foundation to the physical world we live in. Grounding will help you be more present in the world, to enjoy the moment and be unshakable at your core.
We weave our lives in silence:
We weave our lives in sound.
We weave our lives with what
We choose to spread around.
There may be unexpected threads;
We could make a mistake.
But every day in each small way,
The choice is ours to make.
We weave our lives in laughter;
We weave our lives in love.
We weave our lives below,
But all connect above.
We weave our lives in silence;
We weave our lives in sound.
We weave our lives with what
We choose to spread around…
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