Faith is like wifi invisible to the eye but connects you to what you need.

Faith is the cornerstone of wholesome living
it brings you to a fearless place of love
Faith is a friend you will never lose
as long as you speak to it often

Faith is a pair of wings in full flight
or a light at the end of the tunnel
Faith is a gift given at birth
it takes us there, time and time again

Faith is a delicate egg ready to hatch
a seedling in the ground needing water
Faith is a rose in full bloom
a giant in an amphitheater room

F   A    I   T   H

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DitEAtjrWg

WE ARE GOING ON A JOURNEY FOR TWO
FAR AWAY FROM THE LAND
FLYING TO THE STARS WHERE THE MOON
RESIDES
WE ARE GOING TO HEAR VIOLINS PLAYING
IN THE CAVES OF ALBERNON
SOAR WITH THE EAGLES IN THE SKY
AND FLY WITH BUTTERFLIES

WE ARE GOING TO LIVE FREELY AS TWO
LIKE TWO TURTLE DOVES IN THE HEAVENS
UNDER THE TUTELAGE OF JUST ONE GOD...

Adoring eyes in the morning breeze
the water hypnotizes and the trees hold out their arms
sunshine rays of beauty fall like a water cascade
in the morning dawn
A fawn arrives breaking the spell of day
with her spotted body lean, alert and spry
by the edge of the lake its not time to die  
over by the shore...
Air is music it fills my lungs, wind picks up
playing an old melody that reminds me of,  
Adoring eyes in the morning breeze
The water hypnotizes and brings me to my knees,
one more time...

Scintillating light you never tire of shining bright
Incommensurable star, you are guardian of wishes    
Leading us silently into the ocean of our sailor dreams  
Every shimmer casts us onto the sea with deep mystique  
Natal super nova beam of beauty you are miraculous.  A    
Calligraphy of ephemeral light,  
Energetically twinkling, you echo every desire.

Open your heart to multi-dimensional reality
for when it comes to the soul,  
                                 it is not about frugality

Dive into new possibilities and transverse
into the abyss of new cosmic hope,
                        Oh! Being of light, diverse !!!

Every Wednesday he held a healing service for the sick
since Betty's cancer had spread to a point of no return
Fr. N was the only one she followed, with faith unbroken;  
He stood at the front of the church and called us over
one by one. Up we went with all of our hurts and pains;  
He healed by instinct and Godly knowledge, of this I have
not doubt.    
Sadly, Betty did pass but not before receiving inner peace,
which that in itself was the greatest miracle of all...
Years later upon my return from Pittsburgh I visited this quiet
Anglican church with the hope of healing something deep inside
of me.   My soul had been hungering for acceptance for many years.      
"One of you is here to heal their inner child" he said,
"whomever you are please come up and receive your healing. "
I felt like he was talking to me so I got up and walked up the isle
towards him. He held a bottle of Olive oil in his right hand, after
anointing me he whispered,  "Why do I hold a vision of split acorns
in my head ? "
Unbeknownst to him,  I had just come back from a forest located
in Pittsburgh.  I had actually picked acorns, and turning them in
my hands, I had noticed they were split and took them home with
me in a bag to glue together.  
I went down like a soft feathered bird and when I came to,
I wept for half an hour, until all my fears subsided,
When it came to this special priest there was nowhere to hide,
he was a faith healer of the truest kind, always on your side...

December 3, 2020

(What To Do When There  Is No Inspiration)

I open my mind to music and allow the sound waves to wash over me
then, soaking in the notes as if I were a skilled virtuoso
a master of the arts , I allow the sounds to meld and mesh in me
Lost in the ethereal feel of this peaceful moment ,  
I forget about phrases and compositions and begin to focus
on the appearance of color and imagery;  
When my soul feels the longing to write like the poets of old,  
I rise to the occasion and allow my mind to surprise me
with the many spectrums of written possibilities ;
I inhale deeply and begin my journey home to poetry  
Sometimes its one sentence, sometimes just a word
but as I string my thoughts together the music fades
and the beautiful glades of verse, magically appear before me
I give honor to my creative spirit and I give thanks to my muse;  
There is no  greater satisfaction on earth then being inspired
so after a long stay in the dessert, I give thanks to God
for showing me how to regress back to my original spark.

Let's put CHRIST back into Christmas and steer towards the season without fear  
with no distraction of any kind to take us away from the LOVE gift he proposed
Superfluous  gifts with money tags are of no use this year so we better adhere
to the treasure of His birth, a birth that was so dear that even the camel posed

Lets cook good food, gather our children to our *****  and give them hope
light your candles, use your best china,  tomorrow is only a promised wind
Laugh at yourself a little,  God knows you need it, its a great way to cope
be as kind as you can be, use your empathy for those who's hearts rescind

Bring the tinsel to your front window show the world that you are a believer
Christ was the light of the world and still is today, he was never a deceiver
Send Christmas cards in abundance this year, and open your heart to LOVE
it is the only gift worth giving and receiving, ...for its a one size fitted glove

Let's put the CHRIST back into Christmas and remember our parents rule,  
if you don't realize by now its not about the gifts, then go back to school.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
LETS SALUTE THE HOLY SON..

Take my soul and carry me to where all fantasy can bloom  
dance me all around to the music of a rhapsody divine
hold me in your arms from dusk to moon's consign  
and sing to me a tura lura one more time ;
Send me to the stars carefree as a bird in flight tee hee
glance at me behind our nook I wait for thee til' three
fold me in, roll me out, waltz me all around the room
and sing to me your tura lura one more time;
Bring me to that place where you remember well my face
dress me in white silk then place a flower in my hair
mold me to your heart I am pliable as air , let us dance,  
while we sing the tura lura song, one more time;

On camera they caught a black jaguar crossing the Amazon in plain day
he was black and sleek and swam like an otter with motion and sway

Head of the wild life foundation was present ready to capture with lens
a special moment that at first looked like a crocodile, this made no sense

Black jaguars are near threatened species in Central and South America
so this big cat swimming the waters of Brazil was more then just la di da

They estimate only 600 black jaguars are left, so it was smart to mention
the footage and raise awareness in order to promote their protection  

It was a pretty smart move for that jaguar to pick that boat to swim near
I hope they will survive  for I think they are creatures to admire not fear.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9FU7Q-BthE

Have you seen the light of Him that shines brighter then the  
Aludra star of heaven's lair, and have you seen the rays that
Veer towards you when you pray, my brother have you
Ever known more peace then when you bow your head in prayer

Yoked to your heart He is your everlasting soulmate and your friend  
On the wings of faith you can soar towards Him night and day  
Unearth your fears and find the comfort that you need  

Sacred Father, Abba, Patriarch and Archer of all that is good in you  
Every action of yours is guided by His Holy subservient angels
Experience Him in your journey of love and know that you are  
Noteworthy of His protection.  Sister of life on earth plant  a seed

The creator will water it and make it grow like a rose in the dessert
Hide it from the enemy let it prosper in His vineyard. You the  
Elect who is never left in the dark, is a child of the Beloved,

Love with all your heart as he has loved you, built an alter and  
Invite Him to your table dear friend, He is the candle that burns bright
Goodness and peace will follow you if you make  
Him your  confessor and your constant companion .
Trust in Him who created you to His image, know you are loved.

Where do you come from little rose of blush  
you, who was never owned by anyone but me
oh singing bird of thrill how easily you shush
when conscience leaves my side I am not free
When guilt devours me whole you go in hiding
like a wounded child that often goes to play  
oh litigator of my heart I was born consigning
to life's  passions, as they happened me away
Whence forth  this solid mind I will constrain  
from thinking out of line for sake of heart
oh soul of beauty please forgive my reign
in my old age I realize, what is your part
You,  are the part of me that makes me whole  
the conscientious side of me, oh,  my soul!

December 11, 2020

Calm and soundless  
         the escapes of a beautiful scenery
                                      dormant as the Pharaoh's daughter
by the early morning dawn !

Cool starlit darkness, landscapes of subtle colors,
                                         in the softest light ...
  Sky slowly transitions
                    from deep blue to hues of pink,
                                               orange  *
                                                       ­ gold *
The air is crisp and cool, carrying the scent of dry earth
                          to your nostrils, one grain of sand at a time
                                  There is a hint of blooming desert
and like flowers it falls on you, like a long awaited rainfall (inhale)  
                                                 Evening arrives,
the dreamer,
                                 lost in a desert dream
arrives at dusk's door
Looping colors such terracotta and rustic brown
                                  Closer to the Nile the heart seeks and searches
Sacred rivers flow inside the dreamers mind,
                          soft winds blow,
and all is set,
                                      AGLOW !!!

A speck on the glass a reflection  of someone I knew
once ago when the world was still  and so bran new
I was a chit of the future tilting her wings to the sky  
a babe with living to do before learning to fly ;
Mirrored to the image of God
I was often considered odd
a druid with fingers of sod
arriving, each time I was  called
A citizen of the earth with knowledge beyond compare
I always knew the world belonged to the birds of the air
far removed from the present, I lived in the future
by the scry of a rock and the cry of an eagle's demure
Reflector of light,  refracted conduit  
an alter full of candlelight,
a woman of air, water, fire, Spirit
I looked into God's eyes and knew for certain who I was .

The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears. —Native American proverb


Waterfall beauties shedding crystalline tears  
an indigo vision an outpour of emotion
she thought she was loved by him,  
wherever did she get that notion?
In the beginning it was love at first sight  
but then when they fought it never showed
like the stars that disappeared in the sky
it slowly began to die ;
Years later when she found real love  
the kind that watered the roots of her soul  
she finally learned the truth about  
the inns of Love;
Waterfall beauties shedding tears of happiness
both were wet but these ones dried quickly,  
to the sound, of her crystalline laughter.

Too many years spent in depression buried beneath a pile of regrets
pills of every color aside my glass, cuts of every size scabs included
Broken pieces of my heart scattered from Newfoundland to Toronto
I had forgotten the taste of content and the sound of chattering friends

They tried to help me by taking me to therapy but I cried myself to sleep
every time I spoke to him, about my childhood pain and the awful abuse
One day I decided to go visit an old chapel that kept their side door open  
this kind woman let me in and ushered me into a back pew then left

I felt a rush of panic,  all I wanted was to run but then I began to talk
the words spilled out of my heart, onto a crucifix of pewter and gold
I told him all my secret fears and all the things my mind struggled with
gazing upon that cross I suddenly realized that he'd been broken too

On a crumpled piece of paper I scratched out three words " I choose life "
then I left the chapel door open and walked out into the sun, alive...
Its not like I cured myself all at once it took time, but I finally did it
one day at a time , first I crawled, then I walked, then I saw the light

Never had I heard a flutter so clear!
nor more distinct than the settle of midnight wings;
                    Soft gray wings spreading, fanning  
coming to a gentle fold,  
soon to follow, a nightingale's song,
                           lilting the air.
                 Such a blessed union is rare!
Light and dark shadows tranquilly sharing space
One perfect moment  seemingly forgiving,  
the gentle harmonious embrace,
                          of bird and sky !
Never have I felt so powerful against the night !
no more indefinite than a feather in the wind.
                           My heart beating slow as time
comes to a standstill before the soft caress
                     of a nightingale in flight!
Chiaroscuro moments on the soul
                      oh how I wish that I had wings
to fly and meet him in mid air....
never had I heard a flutter so clear nor a song
                         so very dear to me...
The End.
A creation by Joe and Mystic

A water nymph glides beneath still waters
and as time lapses I sigh and wait  
by rivulets and ripples God breathes me in  
all senses are to freedom for sake of
beauty / grace....
Oh water nymph what do I know
about the peaceful ways of you?  
Standing still in motion by your habitat
with longing in my heart....
You make the waters dance of their own accord
lore has it you never left this place of servitude
Holding space you honor the river
with not a hair in place;  
Oh water nymph, please receive me in    
before I disappear without a trace...

I may not be so popular with the comments and the views
and although I never make the front liners nor the news
the one thing I do know is this I got friends that are true    

They know to find my page and send me my heart's gage
even if I didn't win a contest nor cause the latest rage
I dislike gossip and fake people and yes, I love to sage

I don't evaluate myself by the amount of likes dislikes
preferring Cinderella's stage coach over shiny motorbikes
I don't sit in the cinders and take pleasure in the spikes

I'm an ordinary poet who loves to write about this and that
very private with my sort so I won't say where I hang my hat
and if you really must know, I love dogs more then I love cats.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlQ85UbZolA

Life is delicate and vulnerable right now but if we realize that
we are made of tough string, we can hold together each day,
and help others do the same. (breathe )
There is silence, there is light, there is music, there is grace
there are people, and then there is life.
Come share a few moments with me, assemble your breath and
expel out, the things that do not serve you (breathe)
Abundant as you are, you can always share charity with those
who need it most,. No matter how cold the weather this time
of year, your hearts can always kindle the flame of love with
just one spark, if you practice loving kindness every day (breathe)
Come away with me to the other side of the world where the
stars are luminous and the deep sea ocean is waiting for you,  
and your silent thoughts.
Life is delicate and vulnerable but you, as salt of the earth
will always be part of the waters of human compassion,
enter into communion with your soul, and include all sentient
beings into your heart. Yes do your part and be blessed,
my dear yogi devotee.