Heartlight – An Anthology

Soul Wide Shut

So you think you know me

Supposedly really well

You do not know my silence

The things I just can’t  tell

 

No, not secret somethings

The kind that cause pain

It just the ‘oh so many’ things

That leave indelible stain

 

And just when I reach that point

When all of me I would share

The moment seems to pass

Because you’re just not there

 

And in those quiet moments

When to my inner world I glide

Dreaming  you just may have been,

My magic carpet ride…

 

How soon ‘not now’ becomes never

And my heart is still shut closed

And hidden corners of my soul

May never be exposed.

 

Hidden Path

Behind brooding blue eye, look don’t blink

Find the eye-light that shines from the heart-light, escape the shadows

See, look, absorb… all that you need to see is available, open, exposed

 

Look with your eyes, see with your heart

Be still! Mind and mouth there is no answer in logic or debate

Lift the veil of your humanity transcending into divinity… eyes wide, heart open

 

The illusive path  teases behind the hazy mirage shape-shifting

Out of focus… NO! Don’t close your eyes

In that precious moment, in time, in space, all may be revealed

 

Not the Lighthouse, Only the Light

I don’t want to be the unwavering rock, the unbending support or the practised guide. The point of being the lighthouse, no longer apparent; when the light is dimmed by sea spray and dulled with cracks of time. Let the accountability for keeping the sailors of life from crashing into unforgiving rocks of challenge pass to another. Free, free, free is the plea … free to be just ME. To love and live and fall and climb and to fall again with no observation, no judgment. The light within will shine just as bright, without teaching, guiding, helping, patching. Find the courage to pass over the torch that guides and fly high above the rock, with the lonely, upright Lighthouse. The courage to shine that inner light wherever and whenever I choose, escaping the spiritual prison dictated by humanity, embracing the spiritual path lovingly revealed in divinity. Freedom! Freedom to shine …

 

The Sun Found Me

 

Retreating within, retreating without, peaceful calm abounds

With energy competing for space in a cold room

And in the refrigerated set silence

I wonder when the sun will shine on me again

Warming, thawing….

 

Why am I here… trading one cold place for another?

The energy now beating at my fears, my doubts

Questioning my barrier intent on repelling the light

I’m not retreating – just reaching, reaching…

 

Stretching, pulling back, I stumble upon that place

Hidden deep within the shell, my personal Berlin Wall

Still in No-Man’s land… ’haps Neverland….

The sun sliding through, warmth creeping through the cracks

 

Blissful recognition, it is the sun

Lost! I just stood still, knowing that the sun knew where I was

And would search till found

I open my arms in wide embrace

The Silence of You

There is a special place within our hearts that only you can reach
So grateful for your time; the lessons you came to teach
The years pass by so slowly and sometimes they go so fast

Your smile, your light, through all this time will last
That special place in spirit that you now fill with your bright soul
Leaves a space on our earth plane ~ A big wide, gaping hole!

And as you sail that big blue ocean in the universal sky
We know we must respect your soul choice, and mostly we do try

Our skipper on the ocean, we miss your quirky ways,
Your embrace of adventure, your bravery in accepted fate
And can’t help envy those in spirit for whom you now navigate.

Alphabet Soup

Something so familiar, so basic, so known, suddenly smacks of discomfort, cumbersome, estranged.  How can the Yin and Yang, the Left and Right, be so opposed to that which is the foundation of all communication? The uncomfortable letters now written childlike as with deformed hand, painstakingly scribed, untidy, tatty…. The meaning does not change, the intent the same. No matter how difficult the path no matter how worn, no matter how roughshod; the beauty in the message remains the all.

By Debra Stevens  (now Robins) 2008

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