Poetry is to Music as Lyric is to Soul for Friday, February 21, 2020

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Friday, February 21, 2020

Breeze Before Dawn

Breeze Before Dawn I Can Hear the breeze in the trees across the street. The Buddhist prayer flags across my front porch dance with this invisible partner. As if cutting in, the now silent breeze kisses my face. Pilgrim, have you heard of the breeze at dawn? This is the night breeze before dawn. Its secrets are deeper yet,.... and quieter. I, in my rocker, move to its silent beat. I have fallen to the place where resting in my Creator, makes all circumstances the same. They are just my present... Sign in to see full entry.

Deep Desire

Deep Desire Your deepest desires Are not of you. Do not let the accusing one Tell you anything else. You carry these desires, As a pilgrim on a quest. No map is needed; No GPS. GOD DESS has you, front and back. Let the Will of Creator Be our desire. Shams says, “Celebrate Your hungers. It Is Holy." Sign in to see full entry.

Heart Tickle

Heart Tickle You tickle my heart, Oh Holy, Beloved Friend and Guide. You comfort my soul, Guru Dev. When Life closes in. When my choices are unskilled; When my path pinches; I turn my gaze inward, drop my eyes to feel my heart. Oh Sweet Jesus, Was it a similar inner touch that sustained you on your mission to Golgatha? As subtle as it is, sweet, This tender tickle, Opens my heart. I roll over, Like a puppy, prostrate before you, Hoping for a belly rub. Dear friend, if you don’t know this tickle... Sign in to see full entry.

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