airy ponderings
Respectfully given,
exalted being
full of grace,
remember to forget that:
surrender struggles to catch it’s breath,
then falls soft
as evening prayers at twilight,
gathering into the corners of our hearts
before falling full onto the center of our living circle, free and happy as Friday night.
next morning’s sun fills us,
each day, each season.
nurture moves with grace, evolving slowly thru
our caring hands,
our grieving hearts,
our shared experience,
our acts of courage,
the healing salt of our tears.
with pieces of our true love,
we fly flags,
of prayer,
of peace,
of poems,
of our own making
to heal the worlds –
within us/
without us.
we allow –
simply complex.
we understand –
clearly unclear.
we stand and fill our world with the beauty
of sound,
of hum,
of voice,
of music,
protecting us
from lesser gods,
the terror all around.
love is the shield,
love is the answer,
love is the choice,
love is our glory,
our salvation,
crowning us
sons and daughters
of the King.
at times,
in spite of our broken pieces,
our refusal to believe,
even our darkened hearts.
–
astonishing,
isn’t it?
❤️
Amy Lloyd
You thought your inhalation
was nothing but air.
Now, through the Master’s grace,
you know that every breath
is an ocean of stars.
You thought that your mind
was an electric ghost
in the neurons of your brain.
Now, through the Master’s grace,
your body floats like a thistle
in the blue sky of awareness.
Your heart overflows the golden
galactic cup.
There is no difference at all
between silence and creation
when you drown in the Master’s grace.
Your stillness is seva,
the storm-like power that
sweeps the earth clean.
Even when you sleep
that eye does not close
whose gaze is your Being.
Now dream and sing, dance and cry,
die and be shaped like a tear again
in the womb of a fearless love.
💞
Fred LaMotte
life: acoustic & amplified 