Creation

Come into you when night is falling
No space between us
Only formless bliss

This is the place God began

And yet,
Just like me,
When he woke in the dawn
He arose and came here

Courage

Wait, sweet woman-soul I have something to show you
Stop for a moment and see your grace
There is a striving there that doesn’t suit you
A holy vision I can’t see on your face

But if you will look with me into your eyes deeply
And slowly release the loop in your mind
The Love that you are will finally be free
And nothing less than this will save mankind

The Goddess In Me

Deepest faith, with no place to rest

This grace flowing out to world and in to Goddess …

Dark … wet … earth of soul

She weeps and laughs


And if I am not certain

of my magic

She will take my heart

And tear away every hope of peace


Leaving instead the dark

simple soul of one who once lived

and now only survives


To what end do I tempt her free?

Breathe

Breathing in
... and breathing out

The rhythm of God
as she makes Love

Each moment ... ecstatic!

Self

Reach out and touch this morning
as once you did your most beloved one

Care for your every need
as if you cradled your child

Love this body
with the tenderness of infinite grace
and the fierceness of Goddess unleashed

Awake with your brightest 'Good Morning'
and set the kettle on

God, your lover, is in the room!

Vesta

I have no use for your hopes

There is something burning deep in your heart

It is this that I wish to know


And when you lay down

Unable to name the holy fear

That haunts the place where dreams used to be



It is I who will hold the lamp steady

And reach into places damp with neglect

To retrieve what lives in you still



Trust what I show you

And fill the vessel of your shrouded life

I am calling you back to me now

Truth of Love

The original Love is a woman for herself

For if there is no fertile ground

For the Goddess seed to take hold in



She is lost

He is lost

And eventually all is lost …..

End of Search

The rain is my Goddess

She nourishes me


This feeling is my Goddess

As I set myself free


Each touch is my Goddess

When embraced in Light


Even God is my Goddess

When spirit takes flight

Expect Heaven

Have you ever received a gift beyond your dreams?
When you envisioned it perfectly, then God put in his hand
And something happened you didn’t know could be

Now when I pray there is no longer a plea, a desire, a need ….

My only wish is to see the Goddess
And to receive everything I could never imagine

Moving Into Space

Eyes melting into eyes

Hands gently stroking into light

Texts and teachers fade

And I am left alone

Standing in front of you

Seeing me

Mind struggles

And still you caress

The darkness

Everything suspended

Except this vow

Divine Love

Moving into space

This

There is nothing to do
No more striving to get somewhere
Or to learn something
Or become ... other than ... This

I AM
the doing
the arriving
and the being

And This is the place

More

Who was it who told me to hold back in shame?
This soft touch and brave look feels like God

And when my passions become too large to hold
Who will meet me in that place?

These wonderings are shifting now
Words with no meaning

To one who stands in Her name
Too much is what heaven craves

Resurrection

Long hidden parts of my Goddess soul
Beginning to live
and breathe again

Galactic explosions of love
Heat-of-death truth
Tender brief nights of passion

Will someone receive urgent caresses and feather soft kisses
from the mouth of my soul?

Or do I swallow them
and wait until the world is free?

Trust that my path will
open
even you

Or at least
Will consume the fire that brought Her here
And return Her to rest once again

Harvest Time

The ripe orange globe proclaims its coming
The birds are busy, the trees drop low
The harvest arrives this year with mystery
How shall we measure what we Know?

Shall we weigh the wheat to judge its bounty?
Shall we tender receipts to know our worth?
What have we got for all our striving?
How can we fathom this sweet birth?

Let us sit in silence by the river
And hear each story unfold complete
Somewhere in the tender telling
Is the treasure of the lives we reap

For all the glory of a thousand battles
And all the love that a heart could hold
Is in the softness of your mouth as it
Shapes the poetry that is your soul