Audio · Healing · Poem · Poetry

Gaia

We are holding in the cries of fear,

Refusing to surrender to truth.

What can come of filling the streams

Of Gaia’s veins with our tears but a flood of pain?

Can the rifts in her ancient skin be healed?

Can canyon walls ever merge into a New Earth

Free of grief and loss?

 

The fingers of the Sun can only reach so far

Into the depths for galactic truth.

Has God succumbed to the Fire?

It cannot be so.

Though dense on the edges of Holy Planes,

Light is there.

Light and Shadow share one spectrum,

Always in battle for healing,

Finding the perfect balance.

 

Where Earth is upheaved grows new bounty.

The pain of ripping soil births potential,

Shimmering translucent as

Tiny perfect fingers rooting in Time,

Swaddled in constellations

Webbing Then and Now.

Time is connected on all planes.

Today’s prayers heal the past

As it has never ended.

All grief is omnipresent and infinite

If we remain in slumber.

 

Hope is wholeness.

The future is “I AM”.

Tears heal tears in the fabric of Time,

Filling in the rifts and canyons of geologic upheaval

With Love transmuted into cosmic truth.

We are One.

Our tears are Gaia’s rain.

The clogged well of each heart

Is her burden to bear.

Our actions become her prayers or her curses.

She cries in fire, wind and geologic torment when

We fail to love her power,

Which supports us in the lattice of her cosmic apron

To which we cling as babes born innocent

And slow to awaken to her grief,

Which is ours to bear.

 

Copyright© 2017/12/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

Micropoetry

Praying for All Babies

 

I am praying for the babies and children locked in cages with only what looks like tin foil as a blanket. And some have stopped eating. Some are being abused. Some are going insane and are so troubled they can’t even hug their mothers when reunited.

I pray actions truly support the words of how sacred life is.

May those who defend the unborn open their hearts to the children who are born and underserved.

And I pray for single mothers choosing to have their babies but who are disparaged for not having a husband and where is he? Gone! Yet Mom needs a little help, and we used to lend a hand but not now because to the righteous she is acting entitled and is a plague on society.

And likewise the kids in cages are brushed aside as the parents are blamed and defiled for wanting to live in a safer place.

May children protesting gun violence not be dismissed and bullied for speaking truth to power.

May we truly honor and love children in all stages of life. The unborn and the born.

May this love be authentic. Not tainted by an agenda. May all children born and unborn not be used for political gain and diversion.

May we support and boost the morale of parents in need, parents who actually brought these kids into being. Pro life; pro living.

May we look at how complex all issues are and may we have empathy.

May we find ways to lift each other up and not tear each other down.

May we love and forgive.

Make it so.

Amen Amen Amen.

 

 

©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image: http://bigpicturequestions.com/a-call-to-action-for-immigrant-children/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Healing · Poem · Poetry · Reiki

Mother-Father God

Mother-Father God,
We gather here to bless
The birthing of a sacred place
As it grows from soil to sky.
We embrace Your Light
In each brick and wall,
As mortar for the soul
Of this blessed place.
May the foundation, erected on
Crystalline ground hold up
The solid frame of each floor
And cradle the heart of the home, and
May it be the cauldron of Joy
Sustaining all.
May each floor hold wonder
For life as it unfolds.
May each window open to awe
As each season passes through time
In its own glory.
May each wall protect and guard
As a mother’s arms would her babe.
May the roof shield from rain and storm,
Clothing the hearth.
May each residing soul find
Sanctuary in this temple.
May all who visit find healing
In heart of this hallowed dwelling.
May mercy and forgiveness
Grow a garden here
To nourish each spirit
And adorn the grounds.
And so it is,
And so let it be.
Amen. Amen. Amen.

©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Images: The construction of a new home of the Hensley-Crouch family: Dennis, Shannon, Robin, and Charly

Healing · Poem · Poetry

Join Me

Join Me

 

Come, friends,

Join me at the table.

It’s time to retreat,

To seek sanctuary,

To cloister and rest

In soul voice,

Heart.

Tis’ the season

To mature spirit,

To melt the ice of fear

As we make a fire of gratitude

With flames searing skyward

In highest prayer,

Grace-filled litany,

Cleansing, preparing, refining,

Galvanizing diamond mind,

As flames sear up from root to crown,

Our crucibles

Cleansed in

God’s alchemy.

Winter’s slumber, a quickening.

Come, friends,

Join me,

Retreat,

Listen,

Allow.

 

©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image, My Patio: ©Barbara Harris Leonhard

Healing · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

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.

Audio · Healing · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

A Message From the Nightingale

Here is the complete poem and audio based on yesterday’s post.

A Message from the Nightingale

 

At times, it seems I wander alone in pain,

Friendless, except for the wounds, so

I seek a guardian for fortitude and healing

From a realm of unseen glory.

 

The nightingale sings that

The gate’s not closed.

Your prayers are heard

Along the songlines

In the Great Garden,

Exploding into spectrums of light.

Surrender to calm.

Your guardian is here, for

Your prayers are keys to her abode.

The gate’s not closed.

It is your heart.

 

©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

YouTube link to Nighingale Songs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NK2_bcQcoD4&t=611s

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

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Healing · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

Pray for the One

Pray for the One

 

Good deeds are acts of prayer

To the light, our vanguard.

This is the time when

Acts of love are needed

To fortify the One of which

We all are,

One Unity of Light,

Strengthened by deeds for

Others and Mother Earth.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One,

All people, all birds, all animals,

All trees, all flowers, all mountains,

All seas, all oceans, all lakes,

All of Mother Earth,

With acts of true love,

Good deeds,

For they are of valor.

They are of Unity;

We are One.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

These prayers are not dogma.

Love is the conduit and mortar,

Holding us in the Light,

Building community and harmony

To fight the darkness,

Which is dividing us

Into our Shadows.

Dogma divides;

Love melts us into

Each other and all of nature.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

Our Mother creates our substance;

Our Father, our spirit.

Prayer marries heart and soul.

Spirit meets substance in

Actions of love.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

Darkness persists, yet

Balance restores.

Fear divides the One

Into fragments.

This is hell,

Broken hearts,

Unbound to love,

Duality,

The separation of souls from

The One.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

Dreams of Self are illusions.

Me and you, the great lie.

This division of the One

Causes suffering and battles.

Heed not the codes

That spread this lie.

This is the time

To drop centric illusions of

Self above all.

This dream is a nightmare,

Breeding the Shadows that

Haunt our days.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

Greed torments Mother Earth

And splits souls like atoms,

Ready for holocaust.

Humanity is vulnerable to Shadows;

Earth is rotting in the lies.

This mulch will bear famine.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

Our loneliness breeds fear,

The brother of war.

This is not what truth decrees.

Actions of love unite All

In harmony with creation,

For love creates; fear destroys.

It wants no dissent.

Its lies appear as truth, but

If Shadows appear, so do lies,

Dressed in fine lines and bold colors

And dancing in Fool’s Gold.

This mining leaves Earth barren.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

We swoon to the dance of Lies’ amenities

And bargain away our divinity

For short-lived glee:

Out for Me, not for We.

Prayers for bonuses go unheard.

Prayers with promises turn to mist.

Prayers of love double in bounty

And multiply the Flower of Life.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

Evil is, no doubt.

It nurtures its own for its prize.

It’s beguiling and deceptive, for

It’s guilty of its tales of others.

Evil is the perpetrator, the trickster.

We are misguided and complicit

In our ignorance and swayed by delusions.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

Pray with acts of love

For those pointed out

And cast into the abyss.

Pray for your city,

Pray for your state,

Pray for your country,

Pray for your world

With acts of love.

Let us raise our hands to the Light,

To the Divine,

And act in Grace with all,

For all.

 

So pray. Pray for the One,

Pray by loving the One.

Pray until you feel the pain

Of a dying bird.

Pray until you feel the joy

Of the birth of a rose.

When you hear

The prayers of trees,

You will know that

We are One.

 

Copyright  © 2018/01/19 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

 

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