Amata Goldie ~ The Jewel of Love That We Are

 art Duy Huynh

 

 Fly with me, to the horizon of eternity

Let us cast away our mortal suits

Let us fly into the divinity,

Of who we truly are

Come and fall into my embrace,

Only the holy, can reach us here

And the demands of tomorrow shall disappear

Into the continuum of time forgotten

Follow me into the light, of your longing

The desert of your soul is parched Beloved

Turn away from it all,

In surrender to the holy,

To the pulse of your immortality

Do you hear your soul humming?

Come, unfurl your petals of purity,

Turn now, towards only the light

Come and fall into my embrace,

Only the holy can reach us here,

Fly with me, to the horizon of eternity

Let us taste once again,

The jewel of Love that we are

 

 

ashram of the ethers 

 

 

Rumi ♡ Songs of not knowing

 

′′ Come and join the lovers, let us open the gates of the Garden of Love.
Take refuge in the shadow of our home for we are the neighbors of the Sun.
We may be invisible like the soul and senseless like love, but we are with you in all moments.
Don't try to define us, for we are above all concepts.
You are like a stream, a prisoner of the underground, join us and flow with us towards the sea.
We bet everything and reach the state of absolute emptiness.
Knowing that we don't know we now sing songs of not knowing ′′  

 

 

John O'Donohue ~ Blessing

 

Homeless by Lee Newman

 

 On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets into you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green
and azure blue,
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, from Echoes of Memory (Transworld Publishing, 2010) 

https://www.johnodonohue.com/

Thanks to Miriam Louisa Simons

 

 For all who ache, sorrow, despair:
"may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life."

 

David Whyte ~ The edge

 

THE EDGE YOU CARRY WITH YOU

You know
so very well
the edge
of darkness
you have
always
carried with you.
You know
so very well,
your childhood legacy:
that particular,
inherited
sense of hurt,
given to you
so freely
by the world
you entered.
And you know
too well
by now
the body’s
hesitation
at the invitation
to undo
everything
others seemed
to want to
make you learn.
But your edge
of darkness
has always
made
its own definition
secretly
as an edge of light
and the door
you closed
might,
by its very nature
be
one just waiting
to be leant against
and opened.
And happiness
might just
be a single step away,
on the other side
of that next
unhelpful
and undeserving
thought.
Your way home,
understood now,
not as an achievement,
but as a giving up,
a blessed undoing,
an arrival
in the body
and a full rest
in the give
and take
of the breath.
This living
breathing body
always waiting
to greet you
at the door,
always prepared
to give you
the rest you need,
always,
no matter
the long
years away,
still
wanting you,
to come home.

 

~~~

From ‘The Edge You Carry With You’
in ‘Still Possible’ David Whyte

https://davidwhyte.com/