Category Archives: Dreams

High Places

It’s a rare trip to the Rockies,
a chance to practice my ascending,
confront my fear of heights.

I find an overlook where I can see
the stained glass lake
reclining, shining, letting
sun and clouds do what they will.

I greet the nodding evergreens.
We agree to share this space,
making no demands.

The mountains and the lake and trees
all have much to say
but they are not the ones
I’ve come to hear.

I wait and listen for the wind,
the wisdom flowing in high places,
voices carrying through the ages
and the swaying branches,

sages sweeping their wide arms
across the surface of the lake,
fingers brushing the worn face
of rock and wood and leaf.

I used to throw my questions like a pair of dice
and wait for lucky revelation,
truth that I could pick up like a pine cone
and take back to my dresser,
next to keys and watch and my ID.

I used to think what mattered
was a message I could fit in my back pocket
that would nag my ass until I got it.

But the mountains and the lake and trees
offered just the simple statement,
that these heights are all perception,
a point of view, a blink, a dream . . .
that any looming truth
was tiny in the chipmunk’s paw.

The sun set and the moon rose.
The mountains and the lake and trees
had no comment,
their silence fluent as the shadows,

and the wind with all the knowing
also held its tongue,
let my questions babble like a childish brook,
continued blowing.


The Deliberate Creator’s Prayer

My Mother and Father . . .  my Maker . . . Infinite and unlimited Source . . .  All That Is and All That I AM .  .  .  Creator within as without, I honor and welcome you.  What dreams may come, let them be done.  Let me see and believe that I have no need, that all I ask for is given, on Earth as it is in Heaven.

‘Wisdom’ and Other Words To Live By From a Wet-Behind-The Ears Oracle

May I release the fears and the judgments that hold me apart from myself and others.  May I remember who I AM . . .  receive the warm and loving embrace of joy, of the wellbeing that abounds.  May I see and hear and feel and know and express and manifest the wonder, the magic, the love and the light . . .  the Creator in Me.

For mine—and ours—is the ever expanding kingdom, and the power, and the grace and the gift and the glory, forever and ever.

So it is.  So I AM.  Blessing and blessed be.

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