A Warrior for Your Own Heart

Diving

The well’s dried up
Its water a mere trickle,
A puddle,
Muddy and unmoving
And a voice whispers,

“You must seek another source.
You’re plugging the wellspring
With your own self-doubts
And the muddied energy of the world.
No wonder you have no flow”

You must dive in headfirst
Without fear or delay,
Find where the water ceases to fill you any longer,
No matter the time or breath it takes.
Your drowning in the process
Won’t be in vain
For you will rise up stronger,
More divine than ever before.

Dive in to rock bottom,
Seek your source,
Re-emerge a warrior for your own heart”

©SpiritLed 2016
www.aspiritledlife.org

The Time is Near

Angel heart

The time is near when you will hear the whisper
when you will heed the song
when you will throw your pretense to the sky
and let you heart wander free

free to release the stirrings inside
hold them in peace and give them light to grow

free to open to the connection
that is your birthright,  your Divine gift
your alter to the Source of unconditional love
you can’ t lose it, it’s inside you

The time is near when you will feel,
allow yourself to be cut in order to experience the light
instead of always running into the arms of darkness
trying to numb out the lightest sting

One day you will call on us
and we will be your heavenly beacon
your burning light of refuge
as you make your way through this life

The time is near
The time is near

©SpiritLed 2014

On the First Day

The door is open for me and you,
to uncover eternity and love incarnate,
though the keyhole remains hidden
to those who shield themselves from love,
so quiet your mind, like an infant, languish
in the pleasure of being pure and at one
with infinite life, for it was out of blackness
that the grand palm opened and extended
outward in all directions, and life was formed,
like a great sun, a glowing ball of fire
and light, each ray a perfect and divine
expansion of the original, distinct but not
separate, each extolling the source with its very
existence, extending into all space and
time, drawing from the ethereal
energy source to bring light into the world,
for on the first day, out of blackness,
God created light, and it was us
and it was perfect

©SpiritLed 2014

Trespasser

The well was cool and nourishing
and deep, but years ago
in an act of courage and
defiance, you moved the heavy
stone across the opening, allowed
the thorny branches to grow over
and around it, so that no one
could disturb your tomb, or drink
its healing waters, and you turned
your back, confident that the thorns
would do their job to keep the trespassers
out, but what you could not see in your
rage and self-hatred, was that the thorns
and brambles  shadowed you in your
exile,  shrouded you in your attempt to be
invisible, shrunk at your valiant effort
to fight them back, grew thicker and
stronger, shielding you from the world
of your creation, until that day when
the thorns pressed deep into your
flesh and you finally tasted the sting
in the back of your throat, and it was then
that you knew the only respite left was to
return to source, and there in that ancient
place, you tore back the branches and
brambles, bleeding and broken, but it was
too late to care, and you uncovered the patient
stone,  waiting for your return, and there
as you wildly plunged yourself into the waters,
as if returning to your mother’s womb,
there you realized that the thorns you fled had grown
out from the belly of your pain, and that you,
you are the trespasser, bathing in your own
well of salvation

©SpiritLed 2014

Sacred Spring

I once wrote what was on my heart
Without thought to form or line
Words flowed freely,
Pouring from me as if a long-ago built
Dam had broken, allowing the pent-up
Stagnant muck behind it to find freedom
Spilling over and rushing downstream
With a fierceness that warned observers
To step back lest they be caught in the torrent.

Behind the sludge, once loosened,
Free-flowed a clear stream of seemingly
Endless inspiration tapped directly from the Source.
Yet how quickly a newly-remembered spring
Is once again muddied by silt and debris.
To remain pure requires constant movement
Removal of garbage, purifying of the sacred water
That longs to move and change
Shape the forming, growing soul
Carve the being into that which
It was born to be.

Love is All There Is

I tried to hide my love
For I believed that love was human
That it could be avoided or turned off
When it became too painful to endure

But love is of the Source
The Source IS love
And so I tentatively open my heart
To connection to my divine be-ing
To the Creator that both loves and expresses love through me
To the eternal truth of my oneness with the Divine
And the awareness that love is all there is

Doctrine & Dogma

I’ve struggled with religion for a long time, ever since my own “fall from Grace” in high school.  Prior to that, I was very active in my church and I had close relationship (I thought) with God.    But there was always something that didn’t quite fit.  I realize, now that I understand spirituality differently, that what was missing for me was the concept that everything is religion.  Religion, God, is not (to me) something outside of me, a goal to be reached.  It is constantly within me and all that is around me.  In recognizing this, suddenly my relationship with God, my Source, became real for the first time.  No doctrine or dogma to create a barrier.  Don’t get me wrong, one of the things I enjoyed about my former religious experiences was the rituals and ceremony; however, now those activities serve to enhance the experience, rather than serve as a necessity to reach the Source.  (10-9-12)

In the Name of “God”

Prior to my current spiritual journey, I simply spoke of “God”, a reflection on my understanding of the Divine as a singular, distant being.  Over the past few years, however, I’ve come to understand the Divine as being part of all things in the Universe, multi-faceted and multi-dimensional, simultaneously expressing as me and through me.  Because of this, the term “God” no longer seems to fit.  God represents, to me, the distant being of ancient religion, an unattainable human goal.  To relate as “Source”, “Spirit”, or the “Divine” connects me both to where I came from and what I am.  I tend to use these terms interchangeably now;  however, certain rituals still lend themselves to “God” for me.  Out of habit, I still pray to God, but now it’s “Father-Mother God”.  In this, I maintain comfort in an old ritual while still upgrading the image of God in my mind to a duality of both male and female.  Including God as mother adds the inherent nurturing quality of a woman, once again making “God” less of a being on high and instead more approachable, attainable, and innately loving.  (9-21-12)