http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/Back by popular demand...hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/634596From this silent grotto covered with vines and scented floral dreams, you hear my call. Heaven is the essence in the longing, the edge that keeps me looking toward a higher flight, a longer lasting night, deeper satisfaction. One touch is all it takes for the unending to stretch to eternityhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/634133A red tailed hawk makes an appearance against the golden sunset sky. The dry farmlands beckon him to find the mice along its endless stretch. Crisp, evening air move puffy clouds along the skyline, as I become one with the vision before me. Another day to give thanks and realize I am part of...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/633991"He will swallow up death for all time, And the Lord GOD will wipe tears away from all faces..." Isaiah 25:8 What is exhibited by death except a robbery of all my joy? Grim reaper you poison my life and take a piece of my soul every single day. You steal the candy from the child, the sun from...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/633868I asked if God loved me and then He sent me you. He had to remain in Heaven. Speechless, my spirit soars now in gratitude. I glean of this, our mystery, with a heart of an apprentice and the eye of star-struck wanderer. Companion of exhiliration you enchant me with your verse. Weaver of dreams,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/633750Even during the high tide of the lunar pull, when we are tossed about like faithless amens at sea, we know where to turn. When our moods turn to thunder separately or alone, and when we're hit by bolts of anxiety and nothing makes sense, still we know where to turn. This oneness carries us to the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/633523I hold a smooth stone, pink quartz in my hand... Eyes closed, manifestations created. The dulcimer plays, harps harmonize, flutes echo, mesmerizing essence of your sweet laughter comes back to me like a kiss. My Gaelic prince on horseback riding from his high kingdom among angels and tall pines....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/633394My calendar shows an endless beach, white sand, one lone palm tree stretching in camera's view. I sit and gaze from inside cubicle chamber walls, dreaming. August call. You and I lounging toes in sand, cool drink in hand, generous on the kisses and suntan oil. Life of leisure, imagination...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/633039Dry creek bed flowing in quartz and granite. Colors of agate-studded forests light the path. Pinon, salt cedar and quaking aspen lift their arms and hands to praise God. Paper birch records it all in its wrappings. Foothills shadow the desert below, as boulders bulge from growing hills. Sparkling...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/632925Bending, willing, moving energy. Paper thin spacetime, curving toward source and consecration. Companion with divinity creation manifested by thought. Visualization emerging into form. Empty air, my canvas. Mind, my paintbrush. Using atoms as clay, I sculpt my world into being. I AM emerges into BE.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/632713No impermeable rock can stop this artesian love. The welling up from deep within, is constant spilling, overflowing, wet whispers, breathless, sonnets swirling in the flow, a water year for two earth lights, sharing a cup, a drink, a wave, the tide of impetus. Artesian love rushing through us...