Poetry Featured in CWG Retreats

I left the Home so long ago now

that I would not recognize

my own face.

I constructed the Boat of my Life,

and I set out

into the open sea,

waving to all who knew

that the seas would give me

everything I could handle,

and everything I could not—

and yet they waved, and I set out

into the open sea

in the Boat of My Life:

built from Soul, crafted by Heart.

And with great innocence I pushed off

into the open sea

and have been away from my Home

so long now that I would not recognize my own face—

but I know that Home,

Home

remembers me.

We are Lightbabies.

Golden Grace.

Wings,

meant for flight.

We are delicate,

and pregnant with goodness.

We are each made of

such a quiet

that the entire universe can hear us.

There is only

The Opening, The Unfolding

ever happening.

All else are thoughts

~Lollipops for the mind~

WE

are

Lightbabies,

parading as Humankind.

Maybe God keeps me here like this

to stumble a little.

If I were to suddenly just

turn into light,

blinding myself even

to the most precious and necessary illusions,

then what hand could hold my own?

Where would rest a weary head?

What good use for warm hearts;

for hot tears?

Why eyes to see?

Why arms to open?

Which Lovefamily to fall into?

Oh, the best dancers know

what grace

every stumble

contains.

I am a precious occurrence,

and I don't have long.

We are a precious occurrence.

And as long as we think we have,

we don't have long.

Too much time is being spent

running

from face to face, 

asking, 

"What is my name?"

If you don't yet know it

~or if you've forgotten~

then become still

go within,

and answer it.

You

are a

Precious Occurrence:

Tell us your name.

It is your own life that you desire

to cherish.

Like one brings the downy tuft

of a dandelion to the lips,

blows softly, prays

to give everything away,

keep

only what remains,

of a life well-lived;

a life well-loved...

Nourished and Blessed

by the Suns & by the Soils

and by whatever it was

that finally

opened you.

Give yourself

a beautiful name.

You are 

Light

playing

the human game.

Brighten each word

and

flame your heart—

didn’t you know?

You

are

God’s

art

.

All of this--

it is preparation:

 for walking in the world

as Light.

You have been found now,

and the running of many lifetimes

is over.

So as each layer of dust

is wiped clean from the surface

the You

you have known

must disperse.

Let this Light become

your Speech & your Silence.

Let the grief

that has lived you,

pass away.

Let the people

who love You,

Love Themselves.

Let the Earth shake,

the Stars burn,

the Skies break

when You do...

As painful as this part is,

You were meant

to know your Light.

Life says for me to tell you this:

Nothing needs fixing.

Everything desires

a Celebration.

You were made to bend

so that you could find

all of the many miracles

at your feet.

You were made to stretch

so that you would discover

your own beautiful face of heaven

just above all that you think

you must shoulder.

When I appeal to God to speak to me

I'm feeling just as small, and alone

as you might be.

But this is when

~for no particular reason at all~

I begin to 

Shine

To Love yourself, start here:

take your own hand—put it to your lips.

Then,

lay the soft of your cheek,

to the round of your shoulder,

where

the faint musk

of the enduring dreams

and the labors of your life

perfume you.

It’s a start.

It’s a beginning.

Now the ache of your heart

has

a

surface.

Lightearth, Lightskies

Lightwords, Lighteyes

Light weaved, Light filled, Light dreamed, Light.

Light when the Sun wakes,

Light when the Moon wakes,

Light when the Heart wakes, Light.

Light in the Dreamnight,

Light in the Heavensight,

Light in the Heartbright, Light.

Lightwarm,

Lightday,

Lightform,

Lightplay,

Lightsing, Lightsong, Light.

Light in the dim sight, Light in the dark night,

Light  Light  Light