Dance With Spirit

It is dark and all is quiet.
All I can hear is the beating of my own heart,
the quietness of my breath,
and a rustle of wind in the branches overhead.
I try to sit quietly
as I anticipate the arrival of the Beloved.
Beautiful thoughts of love
fill my mind and warm my heart
as I think of the joy that the Spirit brings.


There is a feeling of warmth
and then I am in the presence of the Divine.
Ah, my whole heart is filled.
The air is fragrant with the smell of summer.
Roses give off their scent as a gift.
All nature sighs with rapture
as a sense of oneness permeates everything.


Communion, intimacy, wholeness, and healing—
all are gifts brought and exchanged.
Devotion, love, warmth, and insight—
the intimate dance steps of Spirit and matter.
The breath of life is intermingled—
the mortal with the Divine.
Oh, I am loved,
nourished, cherished, and restored.

Listen With Ears That Have A Heart

Along the dusty footpaths we walk,
Past the craggy trees and windblown knolls.
Mystery stalks our path,
Unknown answers, untried ways.
Which direction will we turn?
Which pathways will we trod?

Destiny calls us to try something new,
Tradition beckons, ‘stay the course’.
Imagination tickles our nose,
Fear catches in our throat.
‘Hither, hither’ a whisper calls.
Hesitant, we wonder, ‘Do we go on?’

Fate has called us.
Our ancestors have prepared us.
Wisdom desires that we hear.
Nature cries out, hoping we respond.
‘Listen, Listen with ears that have a heart.’
‘Listen. Listen with ears that have a heart.’