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Watching The River Flow…

watching the river flow...

watching the river flow

Another day of

sitting here in my favorite spot…

watching the river flow.

Slowly.

Easily.

Peacefully.

Effortlessly pressing forward

despite the disturbance

less than two minutes ago

caused by

three water scooters racing

along its surface.

I wonder…

had the river not been disturbed by those scooters,

wouldn’t it now be calm? At peace?

Its movement imperceptible to my eyes?

Is what I perceive as a disturbance

as a negative occurrence–

in truth–neither good nor bad

as regards the life of the river?

The boys have had their fun

and the river, now adjusting to the “disturbance”

is slowly falling back into equilibrium…

into its natural rhythm.

The “disturbance” has not in the least

veered the river from its steady course or

made it different from what it is.

And so, I take a lesson this day from the river

and allow  every person, event, experience, emotion and

appearance-of-the-moment

to pass through me as easily

as those  boys passed through the river below…

leaving it ultimately untouched, undisturbed

and pressing ever forward

in an unobstructed flow

towards its destiny.

The Joy Of Being

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Ah…the joy of being

Living from the inside out

Day by day

No script

No pre-decided course of action

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No preferences or must-do’s

Just drifting along

Letting Life take whatever turns it may

Simply being

Ah…the joy of it

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Sweet surrender to the Forces of Nature

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Sustained by that which breathes the world into being

The wonder

The joy

The wondrous mystery of it all

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This experience called

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Being human on planet earth

Ode To The Great Mother On Her Day…

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Sheila-na-gig

Let us make of ourselves

Holy Passageways

From Heaven to Earth

Let us get in harmony

With the flow of Feminine Energy

Mother Energy

Loving

Healing

Energy…

Let us be the salve that heals the

Wounds

of

Humanity

Let the Power of the

Great Mother of all there is

Bring peace and abundant blessings

To all of Her children

Let us honor Her

In all of Her Expressions:

The Oceans…

Rivers…

Mountains and Lakes…

The very Earth:

Gaia Herself

Upon whose Holy Body

We live and feed…

Let us be Her Representatives in the flesh…

Let us all…male and female…

All who profess to honor and love

Our flesh mothers…

Let us so honor the

Mother of Humanity…

The Ancient Mother-Goddess

Who birthed the

Universe Itself

And all of the

Gods

Therein

The Crone Who Dwells Within…*

the crone who dwells within...

the crone who dwells within…

Come, She beckoned,

Come here, my child,

Come sit beside me…

Here in the Soul-protected

Silence of

Solitude.

Listen, my daughter,

Can you hear the Sound

of

Silence?

The beating

of

Your

Heart?

The sound of

Your

Breath?

Psst.

Come sit with me in

Love-filled

Solitude,

Away from the

Din

of

the

World.

Sit quietly and

Listen to the

Sound of

Your

BEING.

And when I turned my

Ear inward and

Allowed myself to

Hear beyond the

Devastating cries of my

Pained and Wounded Heart,

I heard Her whisper:

YOU MUST BE IT…

NOT JUST SAY IT.

*Poem and Drawing by Toni Roberts. Originally published in the Crone Chronicles magazine. Winter Solstice (1998-99)

“ALTARED” AT MY ALTAR…Incoming Message…

view from my altar

view from my altar

It is what it is

I can only help what it is

become better than it is

by breathing through my heart…

by connecting to my heart

emotionally

with feeling…

for my heart is the Portal through which

angelic energies

enter this realm.

In this way

I serve as a true channel of the One Creative Force

in which we live, breathe and have our being.

Revelation II…

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Sitting here at my window altar

in meditation…

contemplation…

thoughts drifting

in

and

out

of

consciousness:

Fear  is the mind-killer

words of the

Bene Gesserit

from

Frank Herbert’s

Dune

echo in my mind…

and I

apprehend

in

that deep place of vitality

at the center of my being

that there is only love and fear

and by always choosing love over fear

regardless

of

what

appears

before

me

in

the

3-D world

I shall pass unscathed

through all danger…

my inner connection is

my only security…

therein lay my

power

My Love Team and I…

It felt so good

reaching out this weekend

to touch

those

whom

I

love…

All of my “sister-friends”

and male counterparts who are

animus to my anima

Strong beings of like spirit

indomitable warriors

who never give up or lose hope…

Women and men who have learned from life

that morning always follows night

that rainbows appear

after the most frightening of storms…

that new life follows

the bloody, backbreaking,

vagina-tearing pain of

childbirth…

I am so grateful for this love-team…

some of us having

looked major, boogie-men killers:

like cancer…strokes..heart attacks

straight in the eye–

defying self and societal conditioning–

making the so-called, killer,

blink first…

And now, my love-team and I

march on through Life

persevering and steadfast

laughing, dancing, dreaming, drumming…earning doctorate degrees

taking on new lovers

Never looking back…

oblivious to our contemporaries

who fall by the wayside

brought down by their belief

in sickness and

old

    age…

Awakening…Gratitude…

awakening…

It began with guilt. I could not summon up the energy–the will–to go out into this oppressive,  New York-in-August-heat to visit my ninety-two year old; “Alzheimer-ed” mother.

I do wish to do right by her instead of just being what she deserves–what she has sown.

Found myself forgiving her–again–for all of those things real and imagined that I’m still holding against her thus preventing the full influx of God Power.

I forgive you, mother. God forgives you. Forgive yourself and thus release your troubled soul–freeing it to journey back HOME where we shall surely meet again.

And in the next lifetime–should there be another lifetime for each or either of us–let us come together in peace, tolerance and love…

I release us both  from all that came before this awakening…

I release us to the Love of God.

celebration of gratitude…

I am so thankful that I am not the boss of this life

The I that I AM takes back control from the frightened, conditioned Ego…

This Ego that refuses to accept…to submit to Something Higher than Itself…

This Ego that has assigned Itself the role of directing  human consciousness

This Ego Who, with false Pride and Iron Hand maintains the illusion of personal control

 

Good-bye Pride…

Adios, Ego…

I bid you both adieu

As I bow down before

The Anointed One

Whom I am here to serve

As holy instrument and

Divine vehicle of Love…

An unsullied vessel through which

peace, light and healing may flow…

Blessing this life I call mine

Plus the lives of all…

In and out of the flesh

Whose energy touches mine

 

I hereby release all the deceptions, fear-based beliefs and

Conditioning of this world as I slowly and gratefully awaken to

Truth and Reality

On Becoming a Wise-Woman…

a view from my window altar…

Just sitting here at my window altar drinking in the beauty of this late summer afternoon. Thinking about what these times of personal adversity are teaching me. I am becoming a Wise-Woman…am being tempered by life.

Am learning that a Wise-Woman accepts what is and goes within for shelter…guidance…security…fulfillment. In the midst of pain and adversity, she remembers who she is and Whom she has come to serve.

She recognizes her dark nights of the soul and accepts them with peace and tranquility in her heart…knowing that this too has come to pass

contemplation…

A Wise-Woman depends upon her faith to see her through…regardless of how small and meager that faith may be.

She understands that solutions are not to be found in the madness of the external world but in the silence of her heart…

She knows that regardless of how difficult circumstances become, she must remain cheerful and upbeat…”laughing in the Devil‘s face.”

evening falls…

A Wise-Woman remembers that Her Holy Husband Which Art In Heaven…the Other Side of Who She Is …is more powerful than any danger in the  apparent world.

She knows that if she allows her spirit to be broken by life…she will surely die. And so adversity may bend her but she never breaks.

Through it all, the Wise-Woman maintains that inner Light…that tiny, mustard seed of faith…knowing that she shall rise again–reborn…renewed…reformed from the ashes of her dead self…and outmoded ways of being in the world

In times of adversity a Wise-Woman shuts her mouth and clings to her God

Seasons of Change…

Ah...it seems so long ago...

that my heart

frosted and windblown

dragged heavily

with the weight

of life…

but now...

joyous with the blossoms of spring…

with new life

I am recalled

light of heart

free of soul

I move forth speedily

into a future

I cannot see

but yet know…

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