Writings and Audio
Written and spoken language are ways in which we humans express ourselves and communicate our thoughts, feelings and passions to others. Letters and their sounds are like building blocks, from which words are constructed. Words themselves are like capsules—what can come through them depends on what's been put in them, what they’re connected to. For instance, the same words of greeting from someone you’re meeting for the first time can feel very different than those coming from an old friend.
Below are some expressions using language, for you to spend time with if you wish.
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Can you feel what's coming through? If so, what language might you use to express this feeling?
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Keep in mind that your words will likely be different, because each one of us is different (intentionally so). There are countless ways to give expression to a specific thought or feeling.
This is one of the ways in which humans, as unique feelers and responders, can add richness to life and help it expand and grow.​
Try, persist, keep going
Throughout the journey of one’s life There is something that one keeps returning to. With each day, with each new endeavour Whether small or large, there sits the essence of try. Which for this human life never ceases to amaze. Something inside says to not give up. With each new day to keep going No matter what, no matter what the cost Call it what you may, try, persistence, stamina, fortitude.. It’s always there. Willing even to trudge through snow Braving ice and freezing cold To help someone you love, to give extra Simply because you can. And it never leaves us. It is right there From our first breath, our first steps Up to the end of our lives.. And one wonders What mighty hand put that there? And why? The engineering of the human is To say the least Astonishing.. - Tagir ​
Hanging By A Thread
Butterflies are beautiful – almost everyone agrees. Flitting from flower to flower, apparently with ease. Soaring, gliding, so wondrously free And so unlike the caterpillar, Creeping up a tree. How does one become the other? What happens inside that cocoon? How does it know when to emerge? Neither too late nor too soon? I know that it changes, I’ve heard that it sheds, That it actually melts— All while hanging by a thread. So different in form from what it was, Yet still the same at core, Responding to a trigger To become what’s next, what's more. These days I find I’m thinking Of caterpillars, butterflies and change— Of what I must do while in human form To reform and rearrange. To surrender to the process, To willingly shed, To agree to the melting Of the hardness in my head. To better be and better do, Better live before I die, Better honor that which made me To cry a Sacred Cry. There are days, in truth, When all’s done and said, That I feel that I’m hanging by a thread. Yet the thread, though slender, Is stronger than steel— Forged by the fire That living makes real. So I look in the mirror, and see what I see, And try to believe that it’s not me; That the truth of the truth is I’m so much more— That it’s in my design. It’s engraved in my core. From within this cocoon I live and I try, And sometimes see flashes Of wide-open sky And feel the faint stirrings Of wings that can fly. - Gail Fillion
Help Me
Let me heal, so I may serve; Let me race my learning curve. Let me focus and do not stray; Let me try, all of my days. Let me see, what needs be done; Let me face it, and do not run. Let me give, when giving’s tough; Let me rise, when the going’s rough. Make me tender, make me soft; Make my spirit float aloft. Make my vision keen and bright; Make my purpose soar in flight. Help me put down things that stop; Help me grow a Godly crop. Help me find my way to you; Help me live my life in full. Help me point the way to thee. Help me find the light in me. - John Sullivan
Pray Me That...
​My eyes see the magic and mystery of life... My heart feels the joy of living... My struggles cause development... My mistakes teach me to do better next time... My heart mends when it's broken... My resolve burns brighter when called upon... My living fire is ever refreshed... My focus is on what's next not what was My aim is true My heart is forgiving My genuine self is enough for me My soul finds settlement My spirit flares with inspiration My eyes fill both with healing tears and tears of joy I remember that life is for the living, so let me run towards life and not back away from it; For this moment now happens only just this once, and it is spectacular. - Teresa Sullivan
+ The Last Stanza
Add this after the end of any dull or depressing poem… + + + The previous words, however, express an incomplete view— peel back opaque overlays and always, always underneath is the beautiful untold story of the luminous human spirit longing to discover its destiny, endeavoring to develop and rejoin the pure incandescence of stars. Everyone still has that unique and innocent child within, though it may be hiding in the painful past, it is always, always faithfully waiting to join the future. - Charles Fischer
Call and Response
each day when I awake and see the stability of the great cosmos yet again arranged in place and in sequence around and within me… and when at night I look into the skies and take in the sequence of stars everywhere, arranged in a harmony and order of constellations… so this inspires in me the wish to also be an arrangement of harmony and order and purpose within this great unfolding of wonder and mystery which accompanies and upholds us all, everywhere… constellations of constant and steadfast arrangement, above and below, each and every day of our lives here on Earth, each a gateway and threshold of an even greater fulfillment yet to be and to know… - Eden ​
Of Sacred Fabric
The whole of everything, all of it, is a sacred fabric, Stretching from here to there and woven from the passion of God and Creation. In which we, the human state, are like holy sequins sewn into that fabric, Each one, unique, each one, a part, meant to play its part In the unfolding discovery of what that fabric will eventually become. - Jean Ebert
To Be and To Do
To be and to do This is the way of these two Not one or the other For they are sister and brother It’s together, hand in hand One taking the lead The other one planned For to do is to be-come And to be is to cause to do So must we be while we do And must we do in order to be These two together Will set us free (It’s really not two… it’s three!) -Peter Guerzenich-Small
The Covenant
There is an agreement given Reaching out to all A covenant extended To humans upon this ball. We have one life to meet it For we must play our part To satisfy our end Which is promissory from the start. There is no exclusion Exerted on anyone The covenant is there And will remain just as begun. Only by default Through laziness and delay Can we exercise denial Upon out part to play. For this is only fair Not punishment, not pain Exerted upon anyone For it is ours to honor and gain. - Allen Tacke
In the Middle of Now
We know the medium of time invisible yet felt. Our lives impacted by this force that moves with relentless power. Like wind it touches all. Moving in moments, no visible means of support it travels over years knowing that with each moment nothing is the same as last. Time is a rocker bar between past and future. We tender time within the now, ephemeral yet real. The past we know, it is our journey to this day, forming, flowering, blooming freely into this space we call now. The future, we depend upon it. Do we not each night go to rest thinking into that which is yet to be? Our lives depend upon the morrow something in us trusts it to be there. We yield to the hope that tomorrow brings, able to move beyond that which has been done. Knowing that it formed this now, knowing that it can happen again, knowing that the dreams of life form in the now are enacted in the now that beckons to the future calling to be made fresh. We then become the bridge, the way ahead, the hope of tomorrow, as a result of the newly minted now. Hoping, aiming, caring in the way of that which caused us to be. That which caused us to be before the now into which we were born. The future, we depend upon it. The future, it depends upon us. - Sharon Lange
The Beauty
Out of the warmth and darkness Of everlasting being Out of the fullness and totality Of everything and no thing Out of the completeness and emptiness Out of the urge and desire Like a wind rushing upon the waters Where there was not yet Any wind or any water Like a sigh Comes the first stirring of Creation In the need to know itself. Miraculous this To cause the appearance Of God and the human Within an order and design The beauty of the Creation Given form for the first time. Over the millions of years Or in a split second of universal time The intricate profundity Of the design, Woven from that first sigh. Containing within it And within us in simile The full range, low to high As the divine function, knowledge and understanding cartwheel In the sky – Like millions of stars Dancing in perfect harmony To our – for a time – earthly eyes, Ourselves a simile of that great design. - Peg Simon
How to Be
How to be with clear eyes to see there is no real difference between you and me Judgment finds no home seeds of dissension not grown Tidy and clean connection to worlds unseen hallowed and pristine - Rosie ​ ​ ​
A Perfect T
The intersections of life Bring determining directions (in any moment or every moment) To go towards the future To go back into the past Or simply keep on going With the cruise control of life No change in elevation (or evolution) What happens when life reaches ‘A perfect T’? Which way is familiar? Which way is new? Is there time for an adventure into the unknown? Is there time to be lost again in what was? The perpendicular of life brings things to a halt To go left, to go right To go north, to go south Which way is home? Humans have their own navigational ability It knows how to find the flow of passage (when turned on and trusted) Knowing every T is an opportunity To redirect oneself Not minding the detours Feeling the systems and the alignments As each directional turn Brings home closer into view With software of sensitivity Humans can learn the feelings of choice Can feel the way forward And begin to see the navigational way Welcoming T after T with purpose (and reason) As many times as it takes To find the way forward And arrive again ​ ​ - Maria Pierleoni ​