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.
Here are some writings and audio recordings 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.
Expressing oureslves is one of the ways in which we humans, as unique feelers and responders, can add richness to life as we help it expand and grow.
Under the Influence
Under the influence, we are, all the time. Under the influence of Virgo, we sort the closets out. Under the influence of Aries, we embark on crusades and don’t even know why. Under the influence of the sun, we melt. Under the influence of the moon, we whine, or sing, or howl. Under the influence of the city, alertness is up, neck gets stiff and shoulders tight, ready to fight or run away. Under the influence of open fields, we start running even if a moment ago we could barely walk. Under the influence of poetry, the heart lights up and the skies open to glimpse other worlds. Under the influence of great ideas, peace and quiet transcends, steps get lighter, and we can do much more. Under the influence of bad company, we shudder or join. Under the influence of those who are gone, we get to see the beyond. Under the influence of anything is only the first step in the great journey. We go ‘there’, bring it here, and get to work. It’s the beginning not the end, and not an excuse for anything. Then it is to refine, to moderate, to sublimate and recreate, in the spirit of, in the image of, yet unique. ​​ - Lilach Grimminger
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
Our Transparency
Our transparency Our reflective nature Absorbing and rejecting Saturating and diluting Reflecting and releasing Our virtue and our striving Our habits and our vices Our capacity for change Our need for change Our capacity for anchoring In all that we touch and inhabit Our need for touch To pollinate and be pollinated Our need to belong While we listen and sense Our need to break boundaries Our need for visibility Our need for invisibility To glide from the Body into the Spirit - Aud Wilken
My Prayer
Show me the way of what I am Be my guide into the unknown of myself Be my eyes to see Be my ears to hear Cause me to remember Cause me to understand To better know what I am That I might choose to grow And discover who I am In the light of your ways To make them my ways To best serve that which created my life Together with the honor that is established With the emerging life that I am Summoned by need Gathered by choice Merged into continuum To be a compound For what and who I was meant to be For what else is there? - Maria Pierleoni
Many Gifts
So many gifts Given to you So that you may grow Given to you To give God expression To enhance you For a higher purpose That allows you Connection to God Possible for you Creating new life The purpose of you God connected The reason for you To join in the Universe For God and for you -Peter Guerzenich-Small
Contemplation
Mystery upon mystery Does the universe know? That cold, sterile wonder—does it know It is teeming with life? How bright the eyes of the child In her mother’s arms Gazing with love and wonder Life to life The amber glow Love and well being throughout The gossamer web or creational glow, The very elixir of life Amplified by each set of lovers, New each time New Oh the wonder Oh the perfection Oh the never before felt Flood of love And it is new each time Renewed What hope, what joy To the universal receivers God, Creation, those at the other end Of this great pipeline of vitality We who are the fruit of this living vine We who are the bearers of mysteries In the melody and counter melody The bright stars with their great light Are cold to our earthbound eyes And we respond, rebuilding the universe Tiny flame by tiny flame Each pinprick of light A drop in the vastness of space, A laser of returning warmth. - Peg Simon
God's Time
There’s my picture And there is God’s picture. If I limit myself to my picture I cannot see God’s picture. There’s my life And there is God’s life. If I limit myself to my life I cannot experience God’s life. There’s my time And there is God’s time. If I limit myself to my time I close the door on God’s time And the possibility that lies therein. -Maria Pierleoni
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 ​
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
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
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
Follow the Leader
A bright young human Has taken to mind A thought An idea A notion of some kind With an intention for their day To lead the way To bring success So incompletion will not cause a mess The human goes here The human goes there And now the intention follows As the human leads the way Throughout the day The intention is no longer at play Now a mere memory With nothing to say The intention begins to grumble And stumble about With whatever action it can squeeze out For the bright young human Has simply forgotten What the intention was all about As the day goes on All that the intention brought To complete such a tasking Goes unused and creates a masking Of irritation, indigestion and fatigue For the bright young human Got lost in thought Putting aside what the intention brought When all it needed was to take one step And the intention would lead the way For the rest of that day
+ 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
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