a little bluebird
came to me
and whispered everything
in my ear
but I have forgotten
every whistle and chirp
Tag: memory
Sweet Love
There are moments
Such gentle moments where the air is filled with light
To breathe would shatter eternity
There is such beauty in life
It is incompressible to me how we could lose hope
There is also such great pain
A pain that when transcended breaks into a sunrise
With an otherworldly light
A light that surpasses understanding
I know that we are never lost
We are forever
All these moments can’t be lost
Wishful thinking you may scoff
But I have lived a secret
Nobody would believe me
I can’t believe it myself
It is beyond belief
You are not done yet
No no
You are not lost
No no
You are loved beyond belief
You are known for what you are
With no name
Before time
Before you had a face
You are remembered forever
Happy anniversary my sweet love…
I Have Known
S. Paul
So, even I, athirst for His inspiring, I, who have talked with Him, forget again; Yes, many days with sobs and with desiring, Offer to God a patience and a pain.
Then through the mid complaint of my confession, Then through the pang and passion of my prayer, Leaps with a start the shock of His possession, Thrills me and touches, and the Lord is there.
Lo, if some pen should write upon your rafter Mene and Mene in the folds of flame, Think ye could any memories thereafter Wholly retrace the couplet as it came?
Lo, if some strange intelligible thunder Sang to the earth the secret of a star, Scarce should ye catch, for terror and for wonder, Shreds of the story that was pealed so far! Scarcely I catch the words of His revealing, Hardly I hear Him, dimly understand.
Only the power that is within me pealing Lives on my lips, and beckons to my hand. Whoso hath felt the Spirit of the Highest Cannot confound, nor doubt Him, nor deny; Yea, with one voice, O world, though thou deniest, Stand thou on that side, for on this am I.
Rather the world shall doubt when her retrieving Pours in the rain and rushes from the sod; Rather than he in whom the great conceiving Stirs in his soul to quicken into God.
Nay, though thou then shouldst strike him from his glory, Blind and tormented, maddened and alone, E’en on the cross would he maintain his story, Yes, and in Hell would whisper, “I have known.”
– Frederick Myers
Free Yourself
Bound by the grey fog
of the Great Forgetting
Some say all is illusion
we are lost in Samsara
Others insist all you see
is all that is real
Can not both be correct
the Creator shows itself in our existence
Every in-breath connecting to eternal Love
the gift of being in every out-breath
Belief binds you
providing necessary friction
Free yourself
and set sail on the waters of remembrance
I Will…No. 2
Remember
Free from desire,
you realize the mystery.
Caught in desire,
you see only the manifestations.
Live in balance
Quantum Heart 