Ancient Melodies

Melodies distantly echo

somewhere deep within my mind

Eyes closed I float for a while

and relax into my slumber.....

Is this a dream? Should I awaken?

I sense something has changed.

I open my eyes. I feel my body tense

I am somewhere near trees....

somewhere I have never been....

seeing things I have never before seen....

hearing notes sung I have never before heard

'Go deeper' says a smooth soothing voice

I begin to relax 

I feel my skin grow cold as goosebumps form

the air suddenly damp and cool.....

Tingling on the top of my head,

light pressure between my eyes....

I slowly float toward the singing....

I am pulled by the power, lured by the grace.

I see a glow up ahead as the singing grows louder.

This is a dream I love, I say to myself

'Fear not, for you have the power'

I keep moving toward that beautiful melody

and I see:-

Many women sitting around a fire

in the dark of night.

Singing beautiful songs,

long hair wild and flowing,

faces beautifully aglow.

I seem invisible-

able to look on.

These women look to

the stars and sing their song-

joined together in perfect unison

Harmonies enter my ears

and echo in my mind.

Such haunting melodies

swirl in the dense night air.

Such sweet sounds linger

I sit behind them and close my eyes

I feel a smile creep across my face

as I allow myself to be caressed by the singing

I open my eyes- a woman stands before me,

confusion enters my mind- can she see me?

I feel myself standing up in her presence

She has such power, such grace I am overwhelmed

I bow my head in reverence....

I summon the courage to look forward

She looks me in the eyes

hers are as black as the night sky

Black round spot between her eyebrows

which is painted perfectly round.

We stand with our eyes locked

for what seems like an eternity.

She smiles at me and taps me on my back

Once more I am in my room, but....

with a vibrating warmth on my back,

which seeps through to my chest 

leaving a warm glow..... 

What a beautiful dream

What a beautiful sight

What beautiful sounds remain within my mind!

Art from 'The Path of Baraka' http://lasendadebaraka.blogspot.com.ar/

The Machine

A machine, that's what I am.....

A feeling-less, automatic human just trying to do my job

It's better this way, no one in and no one out

I can't get hurt and other peoples pain can't seep into my skin.

I can't breathe in their liquid problems and drown in my

incapacitated water- filled lungs. Drowning, slowly drowning.....

Don't touch me, please don't....I don't want to feel anymore

I can't feel anymore despair, anguish or pain- I am filled to the brim-

Water is spilling..... spewing over the cup. I am disgusted as I wipe a tear

from my wet eye. Think nothing, feel nothing....Yes, I can do this

I can go on living this autonomous life. I won't surrender. I can't....

A machine, that's what I am.......

Nothing......I want to feel nothing....I don't need anything more in my life.

Darkness....Nothing but darkness. As I lay and listen to the clock chime.

I have to get up for work in three hours, and yet sleep has not met me.

I need something to numb me, something to help me sleep....

Oh, give me my sweet nectar, sublime smoothness from beginning to end.

Another glass sends me floating in my sweet, sweet body's release.

No thoughts, no feelings.....the world turns black as I fall into a dreamless sleep.

Up again ready for another day of work, tired I drive ignoring the void I feel.

Work is the same, playing the cat and mouse game- adrenaline kicks in.

I avoid confronting this constant void, if adrenaline is pumping.

Years and years of living like this, in this pattern, feeling this darkness.

A machine, that's what I am......

Until the birth of our first son, the first feeling of light entered

it stirred this unconditional love- so beautifully emancipating.

And so started the beautiful journey- this void filled with love.

Now felt often with a glow in my heart.

To love in an open way is not a weakness at all.

I found love sets you free, the darkness within is all but gone.

                                                           Artwork 'Failing Sun' by JOFX

Let Go.....

Allow your energy to merge

in this glorious union-

this exchange of beautiful energy.

Embrace this love you're naturally yearning.

Let go and allow this mystical healing.

Feel the energy pulsing and vibrating 

through your core- your very essence of being

touch and be touched

love and be loved

Let go, let go, let go, let go.......

Photo by +Tony Heyward Images 

Tea

Warmth is felt on my lips

aroma fills the air

Nothing else exists

eyes in a relaxed stare.

Tea is my meditation

a sacredness unsurpassed,

relaxed for the duration

and when the drinking has passed

I am left with sweet, lingering elation.

Senses heightened- oh this is my haven

My sacred space- just me and my tea.

Oil Painting by Rebecca Thompson http://rebeccathompson.net/

A Prayer- Return of Divine Order

Fill me with light so others can feel it.

Fill me with love so that I may share it.

Allow me to feel all, see all and be one.

Show me the way, lead me to serve

for the greater collective consciousness.

I give myself, I surrender

for the increased consciousness

and the return of ancient divine order.

Photo by +Tony Heyward Images 

Lesson in Fear

A dark swirling image moves in front of her as she stands still and straight without a sound

There's a coolness now touching her skin as she consciously breathes in and out.

Underneath the willow tree, she looks upwards as the long moist grass tickles her feet.

The branches are reaching toward the ground, green leaves and purple flowers so sweet.

She breaths in and out again, desperately attempting to slow her quickening beating heart.

She mustn't avoid this, and drags her eyes back to stare straight ahead so she can start.

Black eyes stare in front of her. So dark with power she sees next to no white.

Drawn in, she cannot look away, so she quickly closes her eyes and shuts them tight.

Pressure on her back, like a hand pulsing on the spine:-

'Awaken, awaken' she hears a whisper,' Now is the time..'

Pulsing, pulsing pressure. She feels fear and opens her eyes.

No black eyes are in front of her now, perhaps she should run and hide

Her legs won't carry her, She stands and swaggers, and courage slowly returns

And realizes why it's so confronting, why those eyes are a concern

They are hers. Those eyes. Dark and confronting-. feeling the power surge

All consuming, all encompassing, she resists to fall to the earth

Pleading with the light within, she stumbles and finally falls....

tumbles and rolls, tumbles and rolls, tumbles and rolls.........

This lesson is echoed in her mind as she rolls down the hill:-

'Stop trying to control the world, let it be. Just let it be.

Have the courage to be who you are, spiritual or otherwise

Let go, just let go. Have faith.

And you shall stop rolling and stand on your own feet.'

A little wiser, the hill levels off and she lays on her back

a slight smile is on her face now as she looks at her track.

The long grass moved to the side to allow her to roll.

She thought if she let go she would be out of control

but her smile broadens as she knows the lesson taught-

just go with it, relax and enjoy and don't listen to your thoughts.

Artwork by Steven Donnet
http://www.sdonnet.com

Bliss

If this is craziness then I don't care,

If this is a dream I never want to awaken.

If this is living then I shall live an eternity.

For this is love, and I am aware;-

For this is love my life has taken.

For this is love I feel such fraternity

For this is life- my passionate love affair...

Photo by: +Tony Heyward Images 

Surrounded by Angels

Be still, for your beauty resonates through

from deep, deep within-

Your loss, your pain, your constant blame.

The pain is so raw, the wound it still bleeds.

Oh sweet distraction how it covers the pain,

like a blanket so it hides the memories.

Sweet, sweet angel his face still haunts

the storm that swells in your mind.

Those muddy memories continue to taunt

As you walk past his bedroom late at night.

You make progress, but it's slow.

If only you could see your light

It shines in rays from you-

until you retreat back within

Angels they surround you and 

their songs they softly sing;-

You are part of something bigger...

Be still, Diana, and breathe,

be still and breathe, Diana....

Photo by +Tony Heyward Images 

Haunted by the Constant Swirling

Thick, swirling mist swirls within my mind

deep, dark and blue in color 

I surrender, surrender to your dark persona,

surrender to my loss of light for this....

Once clear sight has now been impaired

like steam rising from the water at first light

I no longer see the clear water

just the swirling, swirling air, tempting and alluring.

The air is sickly sweet, too sweet for this.

It overpowers me as I desperately stand straight.

Forced to bend forward, writhed with pain as it 

shoots down my legs and up my back.

Horrific, horrific pain grips me: I have no voice

Help me, help me as I sink to my knees

oh sun, fill me, do not desert me.

Desperation seeps into my skin and flows into my veins

Hands muddied by the soil I hold, yet still this dark blue air swirls

and swirls before me still. My head follows it's swirls

rolling my neck in gentle, flowing movements

Eyes remaining on the dark blue swirling, alluring air

I give my last effort to release to this- and breath this 

air heavy with dark swirling power deep into my lungs

I feel it swirl, surge, and swirl some more

I collapse on the ground just before the water

All of my nightmares- all of my deepest fears consume me.

They replay over and over, swirling, consuming, tormenting.

My body trembles and spasms, sweat forms on my brow

Until.......nothing. The sweet nothingness within my mind. 

The water is clear now as this sweet clarity swirls in the air

I stand up and feel the sun on my face-

relief and warmth flows from my head down into my body

seeping deep into my soul where I smile inwardly, knowingly.

It's time to start anew in this beautiful world.

I am reborn. 

Photo by +Tony Heyward Images 

Peaceful Warrior

You move with such grace

a slight smile on your face

Eyes half closed

as you hold a pose

In touch with your inner self

such graceful power and stealth

I see it:- The light is your Armour

I immediately feel calmer 

Light flows through me

Connecting me to all who 'see'

'we are one'

 Nameste

Image from +YogaAnne 

The Bigger Picture

One shimmering drop of water on a plants leaf

One small drop of water resting deep in the sea

'I' am small and insignificant

In the collective consciousness- all that is 'we'.

Photo by +Tony Heyward Images 

A Message From Your Wife

Feel her, for she is woman. Deliciously vulnerable, gracefully strong

Empowered by her need to be sensual she waits for you to come along

Go to her, go to her...as light fills the darkness be aware, be gentle

Watch her rise like the wave upon the shore and settle, rise and settle

Let her be your nature;- the river delta, mountains, fields and streams

Let her be your reality, and let her settle in your dreams

This is not a take over, but a return to blissful balance

Her strengths are different to yours, but are still present

The beautiful dance of yin and yang will emerge

The blissful fluidity of life will submerge

and only happiness will prevail

Image by +Tony Heyward Images