Sunday, December 31, 2006

Loving Kindness

Let your love flow outward through the universe,

To its height, its depth, its broad extent,
A limitless love, without hatred or enmity.
Then as you stand or walk,
Sit or lie down,
As long as you are awake,
Strive for this with a one-pointed mind;
For your life will bring heaven to earth.

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

My Dad

My fondest memory of my Dad occurred one summer day out in the middle of a mountain lake. “Don't jerk it. Just reel it in real slow, my father whispered. But it was so difficult. I hated to wait for anything. I usually took forever to decide what I really wanted, but once I decided, I wanted it right now. And right now I wanted to catch a fish.

My father seemed to sense my impatience. The big ones didn't get that way by snapping the first thing to hit the water, he said quietly. You'll soon find that anything big and worthwhile usually takes a lot of time.”

Then, with a smile that I will never forget, he added, After all, I've already spent eight years on you.”

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Monday, December 25, 2006


Throughout various stages of life, inspiration is the thought or idea reconnecting us to the energy we were part of prior to becoming a microscopic particle.

I call this "surrendering to our destiny and allowing ourselves to hear the call." At this point we can differentiate between the demands of our ego and those of the ego-dominated people and institutions that deflect us from the call of inspiration.

As we move more deeply into Spirit, we cease to be guided by the ego demands of others or ourselves. We surrender to the always present force that urges us to be in this blissful state of inspiration. We're guided by our ultimate calling, which is truly our life purpose...

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Something About You

I was richly blessed by God when he sent you to me.
You do so many things for others around you,
and you do those things out of geniune love.
You are like a breath of fresh air on a stale day.
I thank you my friend from the deepest part of my heart.
You are an inspiration to me.
Never change who you are,
always stay the wonderful person that you are.
May God richly bless your life.
I love you, your spirit, and your heart!
Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Saturday, December 09, 2006



because all are here for a purpose
nothing is by chance
and life will always move you
on toward that purpose
sometimes you will object and dig in your heels
and sometimes you will go along so willingly
remember absolutely nothing is by chance
and awareness increases each time
may you see through the illusion of the physical
and perceive the reality of a
divine plan of the utmost perfection
you can only go forward actuality
sometimes it may seem that you move backwards
or that you move not at all
but accept that you always move towards
your ultimate good

Be At Peace

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Did You Know?

What you own is your own kingdom. What you do is your own glory. What you love is your own power. What you live is your story. In your dreams you have the answer, may they guide you through your life.

Someday you will find me and step through the glass. Until then my love, our minds will meet at night in your dreams. There we will walk the roads together. Fore the truth of love be lighted, it will guide you to my world as you sleep.

I Love You

I Am Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Thursday, November 30, 2006

I Am A Mystery

We have not been raised to cultivate a sense of Mystery. We may even see the unknown as an insult to our competence, a personal failing. Seen this way, the unknown becomes a challenge to action. But Mystery does not require action; Mystery requires our attention. Mystery requires that we listen and become open. When we meet with the unknown in this way, we can be touched by a wisdom that can transform our lives...

Mystery has great power. Mystery can comfort people when nothing else can comfort them and offer hope when nothing else offers hope. Mystery can heal fear that is otherwise unhealable. Many people in their confrontation with the unknown recover awe, wonder, joy, and aliveness. They remember that life is holy. In losing our sense of Mystery, we have become a nation of burned-out people. People who wonder do not burn out...

Perhaps real wisdom lies in not seeking answers at all. Any answer we find will not be true for long. An answer is a place where we can fall asleep as life moves past us to its next question. After all these years I have begun to wonder if the secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company...

I Am A Mystery
I Am Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Friday, November 24, 2006

Shape Your Dreams

Poised between counting one second and striking another, you have found me again in your dreams. There I dance like a blade of grass. Now I crouch under the weight of a single butterfly that has decided to grace me with her wings.

Your dream explodes now. I stand in your dream, between you and all that is you, holding a mirror. Look at your reflection and gaze upon all that was meant to be. Do you remember the dream where you were caught by a tide in the instant of leaping, to hurl yourself into the sky.

I caught you when you fell into the dreaming time. Now you too may become the shape of the grass. You may ride the winds of time. I give you the ability to turn like an owl and grasp at the day, to burn like a nighthawk, to whirr like the bee, to sing like the sea-eagle screaming out of the sky. The wind will take you dreaming...

But You Must

Shape Your Dreams To Fly

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Sunday, November 19, 2006

1. We are our own best experts. No one knows us better than us. Nobody but us has seen with our eyes the things we’ve seen, and most importantly, no one but us has experienced our lives in quite the same way that we have. What others do know of us, they know only through what they see and what we tell them. It is our choice whether or not to invite others to see with our eyes or walk in our shoes; it is their choice whether or not to do so.

2. We are our own worst enemies. No one does a better job of deceiving us or treating ourselves badly than we do. No one can do a better job of finding ways to ignore our innermost thoughts and fears than we can. Certainly, other people may try to make us feel badly, or want us to be different than we are; however, their success depends on our willingness to let them succeed in doing so. Our success in doing ourselves wrong depends solely on intention.

3. The worst thing about having so many choices is having to choose. No one can say for sure who is truly worse off: the one who is forced to do something and wishes she or he could do something entirely different, or the one who freely chooses to do something and later regrets it.

4. Imagination is the one true measure of freedom. It’s not a matter of what you can or cannot do, but what you think you can or cannot do that matters. Inevitably, the rest will follow in time. Being open to experience or the possibilities of every situation reflects the inner strength of one who has established harmony within oneself.

5. Wisdom is having more questions than answers. The one who has found all the answers to his or her questions has run out of questions. The one who has run out of questions has run out of learning. A person who ceases to learn has also ceased to experience. And a person who has run out of experience cannot be wise.

6. Search long and hard enough for something and you’ll surely find it. Sometimes we look for something when there is nothing. However, if we keep looking for it to be there, almost miraculously it will be--this is especially true of limitations. Moreover, the harder we look for a certain quality of limitation, the more likely it is to appear before our very eyes. At the same time, if you look too hard for something you might miss it altogether.

7. Sometimes we try so hard to be what we’re not that we may forget who we are. Our nature provides us with opportunities for becoming something much greater than ourselves. However, if a circle tries to bend by ignoring its center, it’s no longer a circle.


Wednesday, November 15, 2006

The Harmonica Man

I dream of the harmonica man. He lives in our small town. Does anyone know him? He roams the streets while playing music all the time. I see him standing tall in his shiny, black tuxedo. I listened while his long fingers gently strolled and played his favorite song. I have never seen anyone dance like him before.

I wondered where he came from so I followed him. He lived in a little house not at all like yours or mine. You see he had one room just barely big enough to fit him.

He was always smiling even at strangers, and I was taught that this was not allowed. People seem to ignore him; but there is something about him that makes me wonder. Does anyone love him? Does anyone care? Does anyone notice that he's there?

Do you know him?

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Friday, November 10, 2006


Time is passing, I find myself gripping my life tighter and tighter. I hold my dreams in the palm of my right hand, protecting them from the winds of life. They flow through my hands like grains of sand. They trickle down first one then another and another. I hold them in a tight embrace.

Please don't take them from me now God. I run after them in the trail of wind as they float into a distant oblivion. I stand watching my smiles and hopes get carried off. I smell the scent of a thousand broken promises drifting away. Why are the grains of my life marching to the meter of a quickening clock? Hours they pass like minutes, minutes pass like seconds and soon my hand feels empty.

My heart pounds and with tear streaked eyes I slowly open my hand. There in the middle of my palm, rested one last beautiful dream. I remember now that dream I had as a child. It was unimportant then, forgotten so long ago. There lay the shadow of a faded image, a memory of an idea long discarded.

For some reason it stayed there in my hand. You see this one dream was the beginning of my life, it was the dream of hope. All the others were not important anymore, but this one would stay within my heart forever. I know that someone out there will catch one of my countless other dreams. But this one I will keep for my very own.....

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Be Someone

Be someone who listens,
and you will be heard.
Be someone who cares,
and you will be loved.
Be someone who gives,
and you will be blessed.
Be someone who comforts,
and you will know peace.
Be someone who genuinely seeks to understand,
and you will be wise.
Be someone kind, someone considerate,
and you will be admired.
Be someone who values truth,
and you will be respected.
Be someone who takes action,
and you will move life forward.
Be someone who lifts others higher,
and your life will be rich.
Be someone filled with gratitude,
and there will be no end to the things
for which you'll be thankful.
Be someone who lives with joy, with purpose,
as your own light brightly shines.

In every Moment!
The special Someone!
You are truly meant to Be!


Wednesday, November 08, 2006


May we join our hearts and minds together every day, to acknowledge our oneness with all That Is. We are, each of us, on a Holy journey. In this moment of Now, we are each in a particular time and place on our individual journey. We may appear to be younger or older than the people around us. We may appear to be richer or poorer than the people around us. We may appear to be different than those around us. In this moment, we choose to remember that we are the same as everyone. We honor everyone's journey as our own. We are One with everyone. We are One with All That Is. We join all in Love and in Peace...

Sunday, November 05, 2006

May It Be

I come before the door of the Eternal Realm,
Borne across the dismal mists of mortal dreams,
Walking toward the bliss beyond imagining,
Waiting for the whisper of forgotten wings.
May it be
That I am Remembered
With Love
Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Saturday, November 04, 2006


The beauty of ancient times calls to us in our dreams. Yes, it was turbulent, but there is a sense of romance and courage that today is not depicted as gallantly or as artfully as the old masters.

Even new masters paint the past differently. They seek to show the human spirit, ever torrential, ever nurturing in a way that embodies the rhythm of the olden days. When time floated on the gentle pink clouds of the evening and we lingered on the lilting notes of the bard as they played on their lute. You will find me here in your dreams.

I long for the robust solitude of the castle and the glen. I long for the sound of silk robes caressing the stones upon which I walk. The noise of the present replaced with the sounds of nature, the walls fading back to reveal wooded paths to explore, to dance with the aeries, to dine with the angels, to ride to glory upon a wild stallion once more.

Here in this dream I give you, a quiet path to contemplate the magic of life.

Dream of more valiant times with me...

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Stand Still

Stand still. We are surrounded by a powerful stranger. Look at the trees and bushes beside you. The forest breathes. Listen, for it answers your heart saying: "I have made this place around you. If you leave me in all my glory you may come back again." You see no two trees are the same to the Raven. No two branches are the same to the Wren. You must ask permission to know it and be known as a friend. Here in these arms you will never be lost. Here lies the deepest secret that nobody knows. Fore here lies the tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide. This is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart. Stand still my love, you must let it find you...

You will never be Lost

In My Arms

Tuesday, October 31, 2006


Dream, you are already here, in paradise. Just sit silently and look around you, sit silently and look within. You have never been anywhere else! The way you are is the only way you can be. Accept it-and not only accept it but rejoice in it. love it, and suddenly you will find you are awake in the Garden Of Life. It is not a question of going anywhere, just of being here now.

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Saturday, October 28, 2006

The Journey Is All

looking back down the road that you came by
and not knowing what awaits you around the bend
would you go on, or would you retreat
if given the option to start your journey again
to turn back the hands of time
is a chance at which many would leap
losing everything gained over the years
but as for me; this life I would keep
with all of its ups and downs
and all the pain that it brings
all of the spices of life that I’ve been blessed to sample
I’ll keep the cards that I was dealt by fate
and risk it all because life is a gamble
I would not trade a single memory
for wealth, position, or fame
my spirit is quickened by the road and its call
I’ll travel this way until I can go no further
the end is nothing

The Journey Is All


Today's word reminds us that happiness is a choice and not an attainment. Many of us tend to postpone joy. We spend our time focusing on future plans or acquisitions believing that will be what finally brings us to that elusive goal of happiness.

Peace and joy come when we stop waiting for the next thing to come galloping over the horizon and recognize our power to choose right now - in this moment, to experience joy.

In a consumer society, it is pushed through aggressive marketing campaigns that we always need that next thing, that next "fix" to make life easier. We depend on products to make us more intelligent, more beautiful, to provide security, etc. and therefore allow us to "achieve" happiness.

The truth is happiness that is dependant upon acquiring things is fleeting and temporary. Its effects wear off quickly and leave the individual feeling empty and seeking the next "fix". When we attain joy through the conscious effort of choice we become empowered, and that results naturally in becoming more at peace and centered in our daily lives.

Friday, October 27, 2006


There is no path to truth. This is one of the most fundamental things to understand. If you are searching for truth, all paths will lead you astray, because following a path means that you have already decided what truth is. You have decided the direction, the dimension, you have decided how to approach it, what discipline to follow, what doctrine to adopt. Your destination will just be a projection of your own mind. It will be just your mind playing a game with itself. There is no way to truth, because the mind is the barrier and it is the mind that creates the way. The mind has to go on an adventure. Reality has to cease for truth to be seen....

Dream with me

Who Am I ?

It depends on you. If you look at me with total emptiness, I will be different. If you look at my ideas, those ideas will color me; if you come to me with a prejudice, then I will be different.

I am just a mirror. Your own face will be reflected. There is a saying that if a monkey looks into the mirror he will not find an apostle looking at him through the mirror. Only a monkey will be looking through the mirror. So it depends on the way you look at me. You see I am ever changing, unique.

I have disappeared completely so I cannot impose on you who I am. I have nothing to impose. There is just a nothingness, a mirror. Now you have complete freedom. If you really want to know who I am, you have to be as absolutely empty as I am. Then two mirrors will be facing each other, and only emptiness will be seen in the mirror.

Infinite emptiness will be seen:in two mirrors facing each other. But if you have some idea, then you will see your own idea in me.

I am here in the mirror, what do you see?


Happiness cannot be found
through great effort and willpower.
But it is already present
in open relaxation and letting go.
Don't strain yourself
there is nothing to do or undo.
Whatever momentarily arises in the body and mind
has no real importance at all,
has little reality whatsoever.
Why identify with it,
and become attached to it,
passing judgemant upon it and ourselves?
Fore it is far better to simply
let the entire game happen on its own,
springing up and falling back like waves
without changing or manipulating anything.
And notice how everything vanishes and reappears
magically, time and time again, with out end.
Only our searching for happiness
prevents us from seeing it.
It's like a vivid rainbow
which you pursue without ever catching
or a dog chasing its tail.
Although peace and happiness do not exist
as an actual thing or place
it is always available.
And accompanies you every instant.
Don't believe in the reality
of good and bad experences
they are like today's ephemeral weather.
Like rainbows in the sky
wanting to grasp the ungraspable.
You will exhaust yourself in vain.
As soon as you open and relax
this tight fist of grasping
infinite space it is there.
Open, inviting, and comfortable.
Make use of this spaciousness.
Fore this is freedom and natural ease.
Don't search any further.
Don't go into the tangled jungle,
looking for the great awakened elephant
who is already resting quietly at home
in front of you own hearth.
Nothing to do or undo.
Nothing to force.
Nothing to want.
And nothing missing.
Everything happens by itself!

Thursday, October 26, 2006

I Am Halloween

Tonight as the barrier between the two realms grows thin. Spirits walk amongst us once again. They be family, friends and foes, pets and wild life, fishes and crows. This feast I will leave on my doorstep all night. In my window one candle shall burn very bright. May this help my loved ones find their way as they travel this eve, and this night until dawn. Bless my offering both Lady and Lord of breads and fruits, greens and gourd. Dark Mother your cauldron is a well of death and rebirth, Dark Father your sword both protects and annihilates. Hear me now as the past year slowly dies, only to be reborn again. May the good come to past, and the bad be cast aside. With your divine guidance and protection. I step into the new year, beginning a new beautiful circle of life........

I am Halloween
With wind and the weather beating round me
Up to the hill and the moorland I go.
Who will come with me?
Who will climb with me?
Wade through the brook
And tramp through the snow?
Not in the petty circle of cities
Cramped by your doors and your walls I dwell;
Over me God is blue in the welkin,
Against me the wind and the storm rebel.
I sport with solitude here in my regions,
Of misadventure have made me a friend.
Who would live largely?
Who would live freely?
Here to the wind-swept uplands ascend.
I am the Angel of tempest and mountain,
I am the Spirit of freedom and pride.
Stark must he be and a kinsman to danger
Who shares my kingdom and walks at my side.
The meaning of the Welkin -The sky; heaven; the firmament.
We don’t use this much nowadays—dictionaries usually tag it as archaic or literary—except in the set phrase make the welkin ring, meaning to make a very loud sound. What supposedly rings in this situation is the vault of heaven, the bowl of the sky

Wednesday, October 25, 2006


When dreams of our hope are shattered

And when life begins to hate life

There comes a pain in our heart

Hard to explain and unable to forget

With time that pain decreases

Seeming to disappear

But the memory of that pain remains


Forever in our Mind

Forever in our Heart

Forever in our Life

She walks by faith
A path ordained before she was born
She walks with a grace
That defies the hardships that she’s faced
She emanates a light
As golden and precious as the dawn
She falls and rises as the tides
She’s a bright constellation in the night
She is courage personified
She’s the touch,
The gesture & the look that says;
“Everything is going to be alright”.
She’s Good Morning Sunshine
And Goodnight My Love
She fits into beauty as a hand to glove
She’s the whisper in the wind
And the rhythm of the rain
She knows sorrows untold
She knows well the concept of pain
And still her peace remains
Her tongue speaks life
Her lungs exhale inspiration
And spirits are renewed
By the quickening of their pace
Natural sight cannot order her steps
She walks by faith…
The newborn soul is tolerant, accepting and willing to give anyone a chance. They are easy to read and easily influenced by others. They seem to have a fresh perspective on life, and are very creative. Inventive and artistic, they are the trend setter. They have an upbeat spirit and like almost everything. Friends are made easily and often have long standing friendships. Impulsive and trusting, they fall in love a little too easily. I am not the newborn soul.....

I am the Bright Star the Dreaming Soul

The Two Traveling Angels

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "Things aren't always what they seem."

The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.

The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused. The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die. "Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it." "Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem."

Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come is always to your advantage. You just might not know it until some time later...

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

I am Nature. The rocks, the animals, the plants, the elements are my relatives. Other humans are my sisters and brothers, whatever their races, colors, ages, nationalities, creeds. The earth is my Mother and the sky is my Father. The sun and moon are my Grandparents, and the stars my ancestors. I am part of this large family of nature, not the master of it. I have my own special part to play and I seek to play that part to the best of my ability. I seek to live in harmony with others in the family of nature, treating others with respect, not abuse. I pay attention to the seasons within myself. Life is a circle with many cycles.

I acknowledge that the Divine is everywhere in the energy of life. I sense the life force in the oak tree on the hill, in the herbs in the garden, in the boulders on the hill. I understand that everything has its physical and non-physical aspects. The physical and spiritual are deeply intertwined, not separate, and one is not better than the other. My worship is one of communion, not groveling. I share my views with others when I sense it is right. There are many ways, not one way, of spiritual growth. My holy places are under the open sky, in the old oak grove , on the vision rock on the high cliff, in the garden in the fields. in the sweat lodge by the stream, by the clear pool of the sacred spring, in the rainbow cave in the valley. Yet my worship can be anywhere.

I journey to the otherworld in my dreams. I fly with my consciousness through time and space. I return with insights. I go between the worlds for healing, growth, and transformation. Psychic perception is a natural, not supernatural, part of my daily life. I attune myself to the four elements of nature - earth, air, fire, water - and to the fifth element, spirit, which is the force that connects all. I see these elements as parts of my self, my physical body is my earth, my intellect my air, my will my fire, my emotions my water, and my inner self is my spirit. I endeavor to keep myself healthy and in balance in all these parts of self.

I hear the cries of Mother Earth. I see the pollution of the air, the soil, and the waters. I see the games being played by nations with the fire of nuclear weapons. I see spiritual pollution, too - selfishness, hatred, greed for money and power, despair. I sense these things, but I sense, too, a cleansing, healing energy manifesting on the planet at this time. I know that I can help bring the planet into greater balance by seeking balance in my own life. I know that my attitudes and my way of living can make a difference in this world.


They were truly beautiful
In all of their decadence
And they were scorned for their courage
Mocked for their visions
They closed their eyes and beheld wonders
Past and present, and yet to come
The ebb and flow of time did not exist
Beauty and everlasting youth
Washed over their bodies
As sea over shore
As surely as they wished
They wouldn't see anymore pain
You close your eyes to sleep
They, the select few
They close their eyes to allow their souls to fly
The Angels eyes are always watching God








Monday, October 23, 2006

We live upon this world

By evolution

We evolved from it’s depths

By creation we were made

From the dust upon it’s surface

Whichever you hold to your heart

Makes this Earth our Mother

And as any good mother

She feeds and shelters her children

Watches them grow and play

Sees their progress and their failures

And like any good mother

When her children need discipline

She gives it

Though our Mother Earth’s discipline

Teaches a hard lesson

For as gentle as is her love

So to is the vehemence of her anger

She has demonstrated

To us again and again

What it means to incur her wrath

She has shook the ground we walk on

And she has washed it from beneath our feet

She has spit out molten rock

And turned our fields to shallow lakes

And still we do not listen!

Sunday, October 22, 2006


I am a beautiful shadow, a very special time of the year. I am the season of cool crisp days, clear star lit skies, the glow of the golden harvest moon a palette of breathtaking colors. I give you this time for rides in the country, walks in the woods, hay rides, skipping rocks in a stream, and watching acrobatic squirrels scurrying to gather their harvest. I am the scent of caramel apples, pumpkin pies and mulled cider. I bring you peaceful solitude and special moments with your family, friends, and loved ones. I give you time for walking hand in hand, for snuggling, for romance and for love. I am a special time to reflect upon and give thanks for those that have meant so much to you during the year. Let me truly bless you and wish you the very best of everything that is beautiful this season......



i call upon you who are unconfined
who have no shape
who are not seen but only in your action
i call upon you you who have no depth
but choose only direction
who bring what is willed
that you blow upon the summers of my loved ones
that you blow summers upon those loves of my love
aid me and I will aid you
i make pact with you
you who are the liquidness of the waters
and the spark of the flame
i call upon you
you who make fertile the soft earth
and guard the growth of the growing things
i make peace with you
you who are the blueness of the blue sky
and the wrath of the storm
i take the cup of deepness with you earth shakers
and with you shape and hollow hills
i make reverence to you
round wakefulness we call the earth
i make wide eyes to you
you who are all aware
every created thing
both solid and sleepy or airy lithe
i weave colors around you
you who will come with me
i will consider it beauty
Let us not listen to the voices of the two-hearted, the destroyers of mind, the haters who are self-made leaders, whose lusts for power and wealth will lead us into confusion and darkness....

Seek visions always of world beauty, not violence not battlefields

I Am The Sleep Walker

From the Point of Light Within the Mind of God,
Let Light Stream Forth into the Minds of All,
Let Light Descend On Earth.
From the Point of Love Within the Heart of God,
Let Love Stream Forth into the Hearts of All,
May Christ Return to Earth.
From the Center Where the Will of God is Known,
Let Purpose Guide Our Little Wills,
The Purpose Which the Masters Know and Serve.
And From the Center Which We Call The Human Race,
Let the Plan of Love and Light Work Out,
And May it Seal the Door Where Evil Dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power Restore
The Peace On Earth

Poem From A Friend

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Beauty grows as we get older
A twinkle in your eye
A smile for all to see
But how can I forget thee
My Angel
When your essence shines so radiantly
Taking my breathe away
Your beauty holds me to this day
A good heart
A good soul
And the capture of your beauty is something
More than I was told
There's Beauty in my eyes
For I Look at you
And Love you
With my heart and soul

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Tonight the rain is turning into ice. I am cold. I stand here alone at the gate waiting for you. I can feel your soul because it is so warm, it heats from the inside out like coals to a fire. I am the wind beautiful, strong, gently pushing you through time. Tonight I need your protection from one of life's many chills. Please keep me from feeling the cold. Keep me safe from the cruel demons of life. Tonight you will leave the hardships of your world. You will gently float away and find me here in your dream.....

I am waiting to wrap myself in a blanket of you.

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Thursday, October 19, 2006

She runs her fingers through her hair
Until it becomes a wild cloud of tangles about her face
An explosion of dark hair creating a faint halo
Casting lacy shadows across her lips
She walks past and wrenches my breath away
A painful exhalation lasting forever
She is wrapped in folds of fine dark silk
Austere beauty with a splash of hazel in her eyes
Her jasmine-scented essence elaborate and delicate
Glancing lightly across my senses
My mind is focused on her
The rest of the world peripheral
Disturbing yet distant
Lost in obscure vestiges of reality
I watch her step out into the light
And blossom into dance
Transforming into an exquisite sensual being
Eyes deep in hypnotic rhythms
Exhilarating and mesmerizing
I love her more than winds can carry
But we have never spoken in the real world
She has never looked my way
I close my eyes to dream
And my soul touches her

Glittering Pen

I hold a glittering pen. My pen weaves fantastic stories. It is more magical than a wand, for it builds ho
pe in the sky where pure hearts have ascended. It paints a story of unwavering strength. May this pen cast a deep warmth like the sun, instilling love in the core of man. This magic will draw you to a world fairer than wonderland. Let me light your dreams with a world created by my imagination. Fore there is magic in my hands, and I wish to touch your heart...

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

In The End

In the End
We will remember not the words of our Enemies
But the silence of our Friends

I have a fascination with my mirror
She has a fascination with me
Sensing my presence and seeking after me
In my mirror I see the reflection of another woman
Her dark eyes flicker like colorful leaves released to the wind
Looking back at me with a knowing stare
Capturing her in a paint box of colors
I admire her from afar and within
Making her eyes my own
I dance before my mirror
But I look from the other side

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the
forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face and thus know the
meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower
and at sunset bend your head in silence

Monday, October 16, 2006

Angel Feathers Tickle Me

Few are willing to brave the disapproval of their fellows, the censur of their colleagues, the wrath of their society. Moral courage is a rarer commodity than bravery in battle or great intelligence. Yet it is the one essential, vital quality for those who seek to change a world that yields most painfully to change. And I believe that in this generation those with the courage to enter the moral conflict will find themselves with companions in every corner of the globe.......
i have wrapped the wide world in my wider self
and time and space my spirit's seeing are
i am the angel, fairy, ghost and elf
i am the wind's speed and the blazing star
all nature is the nursling of my care
i am its struggle and the eternal rest
the world's joy thrilling runs through me
i bear the sorrow of millions in my lonely breast
i have learned a close identity with all
yet am by nothing bound that I become
carrying in me the universe's call
i mount to my imperishable home
i pass beyond time and life on measureless wings
yet still am one with born and unborn things

I Am The Moon

As the Waves dance in their emerald green and blue gowns upon the shoreline, the Moon in her gown of White Lilies, comes down from her throne in the sky to shine her light of serenity upon the world of the sea.

The sound of distant splashes tell me that the playful Dolphins of the deep are performing for the Stars that have descended to dance in their skirts of pale gold, with the Waves, to blend their colors in a brilliant, fiery, passionate desire to keep up with the rhythm that Mother Earth creates as she slumbers in her bed of leaves and moss.

The Moon looks on with eyes of palest blue, waiting for the dreamer who will light her heart with love.He will soon join this beautiful world. Together they will make a different light. She will dance and sing with joy. Her skin is white and pure a symbol of tenderness and delicacy. Her heart beat is strong and echoes in the night air. This soul remains filled with hope.

She gaurds the gate, her face pale with tears. But as she looks to the East the Sun begins to wake, her lips of subtle pink begin to smile. She calls for the dreamer once again. He has not found her tonight, but she knows he is searching. The Angel must return to her castle in the sky, to await for the next night when she calls him again to play upon the shores.......

Sunday, October 15, 2006

the time will come
in our very near future
when one more person
invisions a peaceful world
and with that seemingly tiny action
the scales are tipped
the storm clouds will disappear
and a new world
the world that we deserve to live in
as our right of birth
will open up before us
it will be like a miracle
but it is not really a true miracle
it is only us
having changed our thoughts

I dance and I see myself dancing
I love the movement, the euphoria
I fly and my heart laughs
I flirt and I weep and I whisper with my feet
My hands dart past my eyes
Like a flash of sunlight sparkling
The whirling and the swirling
Colors and the lights move with me
I can reach the ceiling
For it draws me closer
To all my dreams
I have become the music
As I Dance

She weeping dropped a tear,

and when it fell

A poet caught the little pearly sphere

And questioned it;

and his enraptured ear

Caught up the things which it began to tell.

He heard the tone of solemn sounding knell

O'er a departed Hope; the cry of Fear;

The wail of Anguish; and soft sighings dear

Which make the lover's lonely bosom swell.

And there he saw ensphered a mother's heart,

Bleeding for her lost child; and open grave,

And Love amid the trophies of his dart,

With every throb of passion that it gave.

All heights of joy, and depths of woe, were here

Encompassed in the ocean of a tear.

We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts we make the world.
Speak or act with an impure mind
And trouble will follow you.
As the wheel follows the ox that draws the cart.
We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts we make the world.
Speak or act with a pure mind.
And happiness will follow you.
As your shadow, unshakeable.
How can a troubled mind understand the way?
Your worst enemy cannot harm you
As much as your own thoughts
If you leave them unguarded.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

If you would have it so,
I will end my singing.
If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.
If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I will step aside and take another path.
If it confuses you in your flower-weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.
If it makes the water wanton and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank.

you say they pass
silently, away
and out of sight
yet never out of touch
as your memories
carry traces
of lost lives
in your heart
fore they are kept
day and night
helping you to see
guarding, loving
watching every step
listening closely
to your every breath
I am not what I was yesterday,
God knows my name.
I am made in a smooth and beautiful way,
And full of flame.
The color of corn are my pretty wings,
My flower is blue.
I kiss its topmost pearl, it swings
And I swing too.
I dance above the tawny grass
In the sunny air,
So tantalized to have to pass
Love everywhere O Earth,
O Sky, you are mine to roam
In liberty.
I am the soul and I have no home,
Take care of me.
For double I drift through a double world
Of spirit and sense;
I and my symbol together whirled
From who knows whence?
There ’s a tiny weed,
God knows what good,
It sits in the moss.
Its wings are heavy and spotted with blood
Across and across.
I sometimes settle a moment there,
And I am so sweet,
That what it lacks of the glad and fair
I fill complete.
The little white moon was once like me;
But her wings are one.
Or perhaps they closed together be
As she swings in the sun.
When the clovers close their three green wings
Just as I do,
I creep to the primrose heart of things,
And close mine, too.
And then wide opens the candid night,
Serene and intense;
For she has, instead of love and light,
God’s confidence.
And I watch that other butterfly,
The one-winged moon,
Till, drunk with sweets in which I lie,
I dream and swoon.
And then when I to three days grow,
I find out pain.
For swift there comes an ache,
I know That I am twain.
And nevermore can I be one
In liberty.
O Earth, O Sky, your use in done,
Take care of me.

Friday, October 13, 2006

In this life we all search for something
Something good and something oh so pure
Well I believe that if you find that one thing
You must fight, for then you will be sure
Could it be that I have found an angel
I can see heaven in your eyes
In my soul I never will be lonely
For there will be an angel by my side
There were times I never thought I'd make it
Never dreamed I'd find find someone like you
Who'd be there when days were at their darkest
Watching over everything I do
Could it be that I have found an angel
I can see heaven in your eyes
In my soul I never will be lonely
For there will be an angel by my side

Thursday, October 12, 2006