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Today I Am Learning To…

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Storm Clouds Over The Long Island Sound – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

be okay with not knowing or understanding

and simply resting in what is

 

 

 

 

 

 

Was This Not…

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Rainy Day Altar – Photo by Toni Roberts

an even more delicious day

   than the sunshine and calm blue skies of yesterday?

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Indoors On A Rainy Day – Photo by Toni Roberts

this

glorious

today

with

noisy splatters of raindrops

and

boisterous winds

intruding upon the

SILENCE

of  my

   SACRED SPACE

blow!

Oya

clear away the debris that clogs the mind and soul

whip up the waters!

cleanse this vessel!

ready it for the

Holy Work

   for which the Soul has come

Meditation on a Rainy Day

watching the river flow

watching the river flow

Perhaps today I will just sit and watch the river flow…

here in the warmth and safety of my sacred space

watching Ochun flow lazily twenty stories below.

She rolls calmly,

sensually

upriver…

taking her time…

refusing to be rushed by the blustering winds and

beating rain

that try to hurry her along.

So peacefully she flows…

self-contained joy in motion.

Yes.

Today I shall just sit and commune with my

Sister, Ochun.

Perhaps tomorrow I shall fill these pages with her

secret

whisperings…

The Battles Belong to God…

These earthly battles, indeed, belong to to God: that Holy Presence that has taken up residence in my third and fourth CHAKRAS

that Intelligence with which I communicate in these sacred moments

that mysterious Force that draws me here to this holy spot

above my beloved river

today swollen and

windblown

my river…

Mother God waging Battle

for the survival of Her children:

all the two and four-legged creatures

all those who crawl or grow

along the Body of Her

Sister:

Gaia

Rolling waters

hurried along by the wind…

not wise to tarry in danger

and there is much danger

all around…

it comes by air

by water

by sight and sound…

visions of madness upon the land…

humanity gone berserk

lost in the lunacy of

their own imaginings…

killer cruelty ruling the earth…

a million lives taken…

a noble mountain leveled…

all the same…

I watch from my perch

high above the rapidly rolling

river

listening to words of

Truth

that flow from That Which Has Taken Up Residence in my

heart and solar plexus…

and then I know…

all is just as it must be…

and so, I kick back

and I am at peace once more…

in Love

at-one with my world…

I can leave the battles to God…

The Promise of Light…

sometimes my world is unbelievably bleak…

enveloped in darkness…

out of balance…off-kilter…

but yet…within the very darkness

is hope…

the promise of light

In the Midst of Darkness…

In the Midst of Darkness…

the clouds break

and a rainbow shines through

a sign from the Heavens

that despite  appearances

all is Good

God is in the house

making promises of a tomorrow

that wipes away the pain

of today

Filled With Something Grand…

I am filled with something so grand

I cannot put a name to it

More splendid than a rainbow

A joy embedded so deeply

Within my heart…

Within my being…

Radiating throughout my body

And as it passes through me

It leaves in its wake

A rush of deep gratitude…

A love that spills from my eyes…

I send it to you

Do you feel it?

Right there…radiating from your heart

Pass it on…

Finding One’s Way…

There's a fog upon the land...

 

Sometimes there’s a fog upon the land

and one cannot see one’s way

clearly…

Then an opening appears…

Getting through the fog...

 

 

And one can find one’s way through…

Finding safe passage...

 

Home free...

“Blizzard” of October 29, 2011–Bronx, NYC

storm-tossed trees

A view from my window of storm-tossed trees

fall-colored leaves barely visible

heavily-laden branches swaying

to the rhythm of an unexpected wild

winter wind

snow monsters

huge, tentacled monsters

crawl slowly along the

snow-whitened grass

overtaking the bench

where I sat

just yesterday

in a quiet

autumn

moment

my river

windswept and snow-covered

my river lies barely visible

its autumn clothing

now covered in

winter’s garb

if i were an artist

If I were an artist

this would be an

oil painting

of my river

on october 29, 2011

 if i were a prolific artist

this would be a second rendition!

After Irene…A Meditation…

After Irene…A Meditation…

 

After Irene...

The river…swollen…pregnant with quiet-hidden-below-the-surface-new-life…deposited below during the fury of Irene. The river…overflowing its banks…threatening the lone car on the highway. Where is he going? Why is it there? Why is the driver not home…sheltered…respectful of the wrath and fury of the elements? Absorbing…listening in silent homage to Mother Nature…

 

The spectacular beauty and majesty of sky and river…

how overshadowed are the constructs of man in comparison. How close to annihilation by water…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The play of Light and Dark…Yang and Yin…Life and death…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angry clouds, the aftermath of stormy skies…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

giving in to the inevitability of Light…new Life…

 

A quiet grey peace…the aftermath of violence…

 

 

 

 

 

I turn my attention inward…away from the river…back to matters at hand…

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