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Bloom

Bloom

as I take root on this plane

may I receive the healing light of

all that is divine

may heaven meet earth

through me to transmute

the crusted fear that traps me

in brambles

may I grow my destiny

without ego mind

may I fully trust the divine order

that teaches only love

may I grow in love

may I be love

may the divine light

unfurl my blossoming heart

in this splendid garden

the Gardener knows the art and seasons

how to plant

how to nourish

how to harvest

I am but one glorious bloom

with no skills in tending the soil

my place in this garden is small

my view is limited to

my small leaves

reaching for the sun

yet I trust in the Gardener and Gaia

to bloom my bouquet

to bloom my love

©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image: “Bloom” digital art ©2018 Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

Image Wording: Shannon Hensley

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A Prayer: Calm Within the Storm

A Prayer: Calm Within the Storm

To You, the One Most High,
I send this prayer.
It is not with words,
But with the light from my heart.
Words may tarnish
What I truly feel.

I am of Light, am I not?
Light speaks my truth.
You know me as I truly shine,
And even I am still studying
All the facets of my light
To discover my soul mind.

But You know Me,
My dimensional glow,
My powers and also
Each crack in my face
Shattering my facade.
I cannot lie to the One Most High.

Let me open my heart to You so
That You might read my truth.
May I say, I am hurting.
It shows in my light, does it not?
Is this the death of self,
Or new growth of soul?
Which is it?

All the suffering I see,
All the pain I feel,
It is in my light.
It is dimming my light
Into shadows of fear and remorse.

So I kneel in prayer
To the One Most High.
May I release it to You to be
Transformed into dust for
New stars,
Rather than building a taller wall
Around my heart?

I feel those dense walls of
Heavy stone and mortar
Slowly building up over time,
And the bramble of weeds
Stretching to my throat,
My truth succumbing to the drought
Of tears,
Feeling caught up in surviving
A battle of wills.

May I receive healing
And assistance?
Guidance?
May I be blessed? Saved? Anointed?

When I rise up with my arms
To touch You,
I feel Your Light always
As it flows into my veins,
I know. I know.
Yet I battle Your Grace
All too often,
Thinking I can save Myself.
I can do it.
I will do it.

Only I can make this way.
I work so hard for You.
I am enough, am I not?
Am I not Your vase of seeds
For new gardens?
Am I not Your sword
Battling all to carry Your Word
As I rage in this messy confrontation
Of powers and forces all around me?

Humbly, I come to know that
You are never apart from me;
I am You.
I Am You,
A spark of Source Light.
This light in my heart is You.
How can I dismiss it?
How can I taint it with fear?
How can I wall it off,
Resisting gratitude?
How can I address You but
On my own mundane terms?

This pain is illusory,
This way of mine is illusory,
As is ‘I’ and ‘My’.
As is ‘You’ and ‘Your’.
So there are no words
That can express truth.
All that is
Is the Light,
Emanating into and from the heart
As cosmic breath.

Just being in this Light
Without petitioning,
Without crying out,
Without withstanding,
Without beseeching,
Without condemning,
Without apologizing,
Without negotiating,
Without grieving,
Without fearing a fate,
Without playing the drama,…

Just being in this Light,
Just being,
This is enough,
Is it not?
That is the prayer,
Is it not?

That is the prayer.

©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Digital Art “Calm Within the Storm” ©Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog

Martha said to credit the butterfly to Andrew Lumish. He is the guy who cleans the centuries worth of dirt off the old gravestones of mostly fallen heroes and/or their families.

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Be You

Be You

You are the light and

not so well understood.

You are maligned and mocked

Just because of your courage

To dance and sing your story.

Stand in your truth.

Our Mother, Gaia, supports you.

Feel her beneath your feet

And in your heart.

Fear traps empathy

And compassion for self.

Your songs are so needed at this time.

Some have never heard the music

Of the spheres

From which we are cast as stars, so

Your light is ancient gold.

Open to it in your song and dance.

Blaze like no other star as though

Dark matter itself could cast shadows

Over all time.

This, your offering,

This will save us all.

©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Digital Art “Square-Into-Circle Dance” ©by Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog

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Be As Water

Be as Water

Be as water,

Flowing from falls into silt,

Creating pools and streams,

Moving around rocks

And through openings in

Masses of reeds.

 

Be as water,

Flowing without obstruction.

Finding its course

Over the embankments, and

Finding stillness

In pools fed by streams.

 

Be as water,

Earth’s pulse,

Flexible, agile,

Life giving, lithesome.

Its supple force,

Cleansing all.

 

Be as water,

Its nourishment, creating and sustaining life.

Its steam, forming clouds

In Earth’s simmering heat,

The ice in her arctic breath,

Piercing fog.

 

Be as water,

Pure and enriching,

With powers that can’t be harnessed.

It’s Earth’s blood,

Pumping life into her veins

With vital force.

 

Be as water,

Dangerous and destructive

If Earth’s veins are slit.

Her roaring torrents of tears

Are savage and fatal.

Water knows its course.

 

Be as water,

A force of peace and joy,

Spitting up shells and glassy treasures.

A force of nature,

Sweeping away the ages

That need rebirth.

 

Copyright ©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: digital art “Clouds Rising” ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

 

 

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Abandoned Eyes

Eyes are wise.

With lids open to view,

They deepen light into truth

And soul into song.

 

Eyes hold memories

In colors that blaze from rainbows,

Where owls take flight

Before morning dawn.

 

Eyes have will

For those who choose.

Eyes portend

For those awake.

Eyes are tutors in all realms

For those who seek.

 

Eyes view outward and inward,

For inner sight takes the journey

Of the Blind Swordsman

Into realms of tangled woods

And sculpted caverns,

Sanctuaries of sages there to teach.

 

Inner sight echoes outer sight

In collages and montages

Of memories snapped

In fleeting gazes or

Focused convergence of

Light rays on the soul.

 

Light is tincture,

The pigment of self.

The eyes open to a vast museum

Of your art, and

Your themes are held in

Your inner sight.

 

Outer sight is voluntary;

Inner sight is willed.

These eyes can be abandoned

By those surrendering to slumber,

Knowing not that the light

Is the beacon to the heart,

Guiding the seeker

To self and soul.

 

The world is not just

That before you.

Your eyes are funnels

Drawing light into your heaven.

Where outer meets inner

Is creation blazing.

Light converges with light in spirals,

Drawing you deeper and deeper

Into your being.

 

Vision is a vortex,

Outer truth swirling

Into inner knowing

In another dimension

Which is your empyrean.

 

Outer vision opens to life

And closes to death.

Inner vision closes to life

And opens to death.

Be now a seer

Without abandon.

 

Copyright© 2018/02/24 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

 

Image: “Eye’s Vortex” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Be You

Be You

You are the light and

not so well understood.

You are maligned and mocked

Just because of your courage

To dance and sing your story.

Stand in your truth.

Our Mother, Gaia, supports you.

Feel her beneath your feet

And in your heart.

Fear traps empathy

And compassion for self.

Your songs are so needed at this time.

Some have never heard the music

Of the spheres

From which we are cast as stars, so

Your light is ancient gold.

Open to it in your song and dance.

Blaze like no other star as though

Dark matter itself could cast shadows

Over all time.

This, your offering,

This will save us all.

©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Digital Art “Square-Into-Circle Dance” ©by Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog