I had asked the Brothers for help so I could help myself. A man and his dog came by, both gesturing for me to follow. We walked up to an old brick house, large and stately, and I knew inside it was ablaze… “Through that door”, he pointed and looked into my eyes; his companion…
She didn’t turn the soil or plant the seeds, but she picks sunflowers! Thousands grow beautifully in the countryside– the Land of Sunflowers, citizens called it when she was young, romping in the presence of yellow florets. Onlookers now join her, they’re doing what she still does… and the sun beams on the gala with…
They were two boys running, one chasing the other. Something about a Pebble in the sand owned by one man…no, the other. They have been running since they were boys! There must be something special about that Pebble in the sand. It shines. It is lovely. “Beautiful!” friends of the runners say, but their parents…
“I want to write a poem today!” I awoke with that desire, and contemplating the theme, I slept again and dreamed. There an ebullient wanderer asked, “Is this about sleeping or dreaming?” “Writing,” I said. “I’m composing today!” The wanderer smiled. Did he understand my joy before we heard the mother’s solo?: “Sing pretty songs,…
They wait to rob Him of the treasure they say He carries. He approaches – the rustle of silken cloth and whispering of Love-Light messages abounding on His never-ending journey. “Hello”, the wiser thief hails, stepping swiftly onto the pathway; the other advances slowly in the fragrance of sweet olive trees; their orange-yellow corollas teem…
He sat on the mountain, His feet in the valley, His Light a heavenly beacon. Little beings rushed from the air, the trees, the ground and holes in the ground, from the river onto the bank of the river, following the course to Him. They all waved! He Loved the harmony. It was the Light…
Spring Eternal See-est thou these rivers that windeth through the valley Have ye not tasted of their waters, climbed their rocky slopes? Yea, have ye not feasted in the lushness of these valley greens? Oh wishful ones, gather nigh, for in thy strength is weakness. Verily the night falls upon thee. For I come not…
He swims in the Stream that flows uphill, bringing him into view. I’ve never seen a fish, crystalline or not, move in that direction or shed old scales for new ones — unblemished crystals of sapphire Light. I marvel at their beauty; they glisten! With my eyes, the fish looks into mine. I understand, then,…
He called… “Tweet, tweet” and tweeted again, “That’s what I say when I’m not singing”! “Write this down”, he ordered. I did. He tweeted again, “Did you get that”? I did, I said. Little Bird laughed, flailing one wing as if crippled until I smiled, looking away, so he could not see. He did, however…
Soulic Flight As thine eyes gaze into the endless firmament, Thy questing soul opens the vault of luminous planets’ thought! Ye ride the meteor’s ephemeral vision Ye follow the comet’s tail through Infinite space And from the fiery firmament, countless galaxies yield their myriad mysteries in light Like crystal mist, enlightened thoughts of love glide…
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They all love the neighbor’s Parrot. Well, not everyone, Emmett doesn’t! Kurry repeats what Emmett thinks, and he once thought parrots only parroted what they heard in simple, deliberate mimicry. “I don’t like parrots”, Kurry screeches to neighbors Jubal and Aren, then to Will, Cobb and Lena, all the people on Kurry Street. Disturbed, they…
“Turn left”, he said. I did and came upon the fountain he wanted me to see– its flowing water clear, streaming. “Welcome”! he chirped, and I felt so, asking why the fountain wasn’t gushing. “Blink”! I did, the fountain gushed; it sprinkled me, the one on my shoulder blushed when I looked at him– the…
Preface For several weeks I have been feeling the need for something to share in Writer’s Corner. Well, I awoke this morning to the idea of a spiritual land of the most beautiful qualities forming in a vision. I knew that it was important, so prompted, I immediately picked up a pen and tablet and,…
Bartholomew heard the mockingbird, but he did not look up… so the patient one in the evergreen sang to him again. “Is that you”?! Bartholomew chuckled, “I’m asking my own self. I heard my voice in the evergreen, but I did not look up”. From the nearby woods, forever green, melodies, music of versatile voices…
I have been thinking of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, though not the rabbit hole. So Lewis Carroll’s All in a Golden Afternoon I read and remembered I loved it long ago. I lift my pen and remember Naples; he greeted me in the Earth Library… his smile, a world of Light. He has smiled…
There comes a time in the evolution of every soul when venerating ego daises cease to be a pleasure, as love ceases to be a mystery. The grander purpose of serving infinite elements beckons the heart, whence the just in love with Love awaken to gallantly abandon olden altars. Thus they are deemed worthy among…
Descending from dapper trees and grander heights, they long to quench their thirsts. But it is the river that runs like a fugitive; there are no reflections. They arrive from their pasts, oblivious of doing so, but presently they will see without the help of the unsettled river– they carry memories in the Light of…
Outside the verdant pasture, he looks around at no one looking for him. So peaceful here, he’s going to stay— The neighborhood has a tourist. Yellow Bird alights on his poll annoyingly tapping in code, “Let’s go,” and mimicking poets, he chants: “Brittles won’t know how he looks ‘Till he gets his picture took”! A…
We continue with the expose’ of our wonderful prodigies, part3 – Souls who are giving us a glimpse of our future. As we watch them express a Higher standard of consciousness, our own souls soar to new heights, wherein the fantastic and unbelievable creative potentials await us in our own future – a future where…
We now continue with the expose’ of our wonderful prodigies, part2 – Souls who are giving us a glimpse of our future. As we watch them express a Higher standard of consciousness, our own souls soar to new heights, wherein the fantastic and unbelievable creative potentials await us in our own future – a future…
I posted the comment below on one of Amira Willighagen’s U-Tube videos. I thought you might like to read it. Magnificent performance by Amira! However, performance might be a misnomer. I have been following Amira’s talent since she first appeared as a contestant on ‘Holland’s Got Talent’ – at 9 years old!! She immediately displayed…
From our studies of Dr. Norman’s works, we are learning that our earth world is entering into a new age or the Aquarian cycle as we move and follow the great cosmic recessional. In this progress into a more positive motion, many more advanced souls are and will incarnate upon the earth over the next…
Click to watch video I recall when I performed before a large live audience at age five. I was a tiny little thing no taller than the piano bench. When I stepped out into the stage, the audience of course giggled. No sooner, I took a bow and looked out into a seemingly endless horizon…
A loud buzz scraped the morning silence as the heavy door opened outward. Almost as mechanically, Wesley Odom took several steps and entered the day room adjoining his compartment, leaving behind a narrow cell with toilet facilities and a raised concrete slab bed. Five minutes later, the buzz sounded again and the door slammed behind…
“I tried to unwind, but the handsome arboreal one was as peculiar as his bright eyes that stared down at me.” “I’ve evolved to living up here. I won’t be coming down!” He spoke obstinately, though there was no need for that, from the comfort of his imperial home that disc-like toes held on to…
A long tear—toward which he turned slightly—had appeared in the atmosphere on the left side of his head. From the lazuline Light of its interior, a dragonfly appeared and perched on the top ridge of Chester’s ear, and gazed in, exploring from the perimeter. The tear became smaller, projecting only a sliver of the glowing,…
“I spent a year in Iraq, and I’ve been back in Macon almost four years; still my life lacks directional force. This isn’t what I wanted,” Alan Moshaw told himself, getting up, walking barefoot across the cool floor in the dimly lit room. He was glad the rain, pelting like stones, had stopped. Pulling back…
A fountain stands firm amid budding gifts of earth, it’s spiraling waters many beheld wonders do stir. Surrounding gardens dance to its flowing waters, colorful songbirds gather and enrich by its life-giving offers. The fountain flows, asleep or awake, night or day, its base collects and replenishes from springs atop with spray. Waters rise high…
“He wasn’t on the Earth plane with us, but he warmed himself by our campfire; perhaps his fire burned with ours.” Luther Riley was repeating his father’s words as he rehashed the mysterious events of that spring night, fifteen years ago, with his younger brother Earl. They lived west of the Appalachian Mountains, in Louisville,…
The boy caused trouble no matter who got hurt, or the cost, and he was rumbling again. Wun had left Fisher High School grounds and was running down Suma’s Path, a shortcut that wound through scant woods to Yaqui Road where he and his friend Benrubi lived. The last bell would ring in a minute…
First, I want to thank Roberto for sharing his vision of 1849. It occurred while we were having a conversation and is the catalyst behind the appearance of this poem. Essentially, the vision was of a golden yellow light and the year 1849. When asked if it meant anything to me, I responded at once…
The town’s people are saying there is an abandoned child, a toddler, on the road that takes travelers to the river. They say he is there in the company of Monarchs embellishing his forehead with tawny orange sprinkles from their delicate wings and peacock-blue birds gathering the downy fibers of dandelions he blows that scatter…
ETERNALLY YOURS Last night upon a garden path I walked with Christ Yet this was not a tall and bearded man of faith I saw But deep within I saw another form and molded in the form Of what I am and even from the stuff of which I’m made And deep within this form…
He lifted the rusty can… “I got these rocks for you.” He could see their beauty. Me too…ivory sculptures like lentils. I put them in a shining jar With myrrh and seashells And placed them near the lamp with violets and golden leaves. Company asked, “Where did you get those rocks?” “My son,” I said,…
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Born we were from yester’s fate so truth would boldly stand, bound to pledged infinity on a path to always-land. And though visions of wariness on trying lands fanned, timeless whispered pledges are always at hand. “Fear me not, be deceived not,” the mentoring whisper told, a voice residing in us from ages of old,…
As a child, I had a fascination with Tchaikovsky. At age three, Fantasia’s music became an auricular staple, mainly Nutcracker Suite and Swan Lake. One of my first performances included Swan Lake’s Neapolitan dance, Later on in life, his lovely first piano concerto. In orchestration class, I studied Tchaikovsky’s uniquely charming orchestral style and color, its…
Peace and Love! I was just sitting, thinking about the Community and the wonderful changes in the Site. I also thought about how quiet it was and desired to share something, so I asked the Brothers for assistance. I got the inspiration to share 7 Bright Spots, but I didn’t want to entitle my post…
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