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November 2009 
Prayers of you
Posted on Feb 7th, 2009
by 
Shanti
Shanti
When I remember you
Grace descends
and my life has an honesty
that in the distraction of excitement sometime I forgot.
when expand my horizons to include you
My world gets bigger,
Daring me to feel
more alive and more quiet inside.
When I invite you as a part of me
Ethereal you sit beside me
as I buy my grocery's
or floss my teeth
I grow in substance
that wont be measured
Grace descends
and my life has an honesty
that in the distraction of excitement sometime I forgot.
when expand my horizons to include you
My world gets bigger,
Daring me to feel
more alive and more quiet inside.
When I invite you as a part of me
Ethereal you sit beside me
as I buy my grocery's
or floss my teeth
I grow in substance
that wont be measured
by your casual tools of observation.
What you know holds little sway against this way I feel.
What you know holds little sway against this way I feel.
Because what I saw in your eyes
lifted me higher than I knew before
Blinded by this new light
until nothing you say or do
could convince me
That this isn't Love.
That Love isn't true
Or that I wasn't made to Love you, like this.
lifted me higher than I knew before
Blinded by this new light
until nothing you say or do
could convince me
That this isn't Love.
That Love isn't true
Or that I wasn't made to Love you, like this.
When I send this depth back to you
expecting nothing more
than this joy I feel now
Celebrating the distance
conveniently placed between us
giving us space to breathe,
each to our own way
as I bow with my life before the sacred spark I found in you.
expecting nothing more
than this joy I feel now
Celebrating the distance
conveniently placed between us
giving us space to breathe,
each to our own way
as I bow with my life before the sacred spark I found in you.
My prayer is of you
Calling you in
to the silence
where I can show you
what I can't say.
The love you gave I know that you can't see
urgently whispering "come closer" across oceans of fear
Until two become One stone of being Real
tied around my neck
as I rest in the sweet presence you draw me near to.
Calling you in
to the silence
where I can show you
what I can't say.
The love you gave I know that you can't see
urgently whispering "come closer" across oceans of fear
Until two become One stone of being Real
tied around my neck
as I rest in the sweet presence you draw me near to.
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Wow. What a beautiful poem. I so relate to you. As a child I spent hours and hours laying down in my back yard staring at the clouds, being lost in them.
That love you are expressing here is felt!
Thanks for sharing the Love Tim.
I love clouds and that picture, but then at the last moment didn’t feel it matched the feeling here, so am now trying to change it but for some reason Gaia is slow for me 2night. Might be the relentless heat here!
I’m enjoying these words and this photograph. beautiful.
Thanks Dawn
I have a strong feather affinity. I can not help but collect all the pretty ones I find. I might have to send them with my prayers back to heaven! Sometimes though it just seems greedy to want for anything more :)
this one touches me very deeply. what a beautiful, beautiful love
Love to You Nicole, yes we are so blessed to be able to feel such depths. And for me a pleasure to try to relay. It’s truly AMAZING to me to witness the beauty that comes from surrendering to whatever I feel and whatever is happening, without having to judge or manipulate my experience.
Coming to this shore, the gentle lap-lap-lap of small waves, mini fish pecking at the space between my toes, and then the pulsation of this great expanse undulating over the ocean, over the shore.
Thank you.
I saw your face again in my friend’s list and smiled inside, eager for your fresh quench of star dew
Welcome to the ocean
says the drop to the sea
of experience,
being us all mystery
in an octopuses garden,
yet alive we breathe
Spouting light or love and poetry.
Yes, this is the color green I saw in her eyes, something I know.
I was once told I don’t her, I wanted to reject that because I felt I did, I wanted to, wanted to believe. But the truth is I only know dimly where my edge brushes the edge of another, and I’m not even sure if i know the interior of my own country?
And yes it seems even from the beginning of Greek myth it was an ocean between and sometimes the gods were so cruel as to allow the view of another distant island from this one. It seems like so close you could swim, or fly but damn the stats really suck, one drowns trying to swim, another falls to earth when the wax melts and how many are transformed from these moving beasts into something rooted by a stream?
Beautiful poem Shanti and you got me thinking! Oh that’s scary! Lol!
Beautiful Doug, Honoured to inspire your thinking!
It is gradually occuring to me that maybe even this ocean of separation is made of Love itself. The sweetness of that realization that what I thought was in my way, is the very nectar of life and Love itself. Just like the tears, the rain, and a graceful surrender of my will over the will of God.
alive we breathe. :-)
graceful surrender. pretty together and the space between. :-)
The surrender is inevitable, the grace a blessing! It has not always been so.
“The space between” reminds me of the gap in between the in and out breaths, and two waves of the sea: which then morphs into this T.S. Elliot peice……..
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always -
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything) ~ T.S. Elliot
So so so beautiful! My heart opens wider now. I can feel the Love….your Love….my Love….Our Love…..The Beloved….:)
(((Hugs))) to you! :)
Thank you Kundan.
Love is the nectar of Living indeed.
Glad you can feel it too!