The Heart Whispers

The Heart Whispers

{unknown artist}

{unknown artist}

 

The heart whispers softly to me,

As my heart sunk into that space in between.

My mind quiet and my emotions easing

Fingertips guided to the keys

Closing my eyes

I listen

Letting the Silence type through me

Visions upon visions…dreams are happening

Release the knowing

And live the knowing

Hidden in your soul

Allow the sounds and rhythm be trusted

Awaken yourself from the illusions

Dance to your heartbeats

And all those mysteries in between your breathing

Trust your senses.

~jh

As the Mind

As the Mind

{unknown artist}

{unknown artist}

 

My mind wanders
Delving into a space of peace
Hearing messages
Unifying of spirit and heart
The humming of the wind
Like a song of ancient
Surrounding me to …

Feeling waves of love
Like a billion angels hugs
Tears of joy come
As I enter this space,

Home.

Warmth of blood pulsating
Through the veins fade
Expanding towards the sun

Infinity calls…

Be present as whispers
Of rainbows rain within
Starlight, moonbeams and zebra too
The giggling of the joy
Silliness of taking life too seriously

Knowing the truth
And knowing being too close to the edge
Walking the edge of the sword without cutting
Driven to create on happiness and joy

Wisdom speeds
Love endures
As the mind wanders

Ever more.~

Flow of the Moment

Flow of the Moment

moon sliverThe kiss of Silence, twisting tongues and embrace body, soul and reaching within to sense reality with each breath. I sense another writing through me and I am fine with this. perhaps a past presence of myself and a visiting energy dwelling within for a moment’s exhale. the connection is smoothing and centered. my eyes can close and adventure into the universe. cold toes and feeling hands on my arms, I am one with another and breathing their thoughts. Knowing not exactly who, yet my inner child is giggling. Breathing in magic as the words seem beyond me. Dancing fingertips, music plays in the distant. Violin strings humming, french horn blowing like the breeze. I am floating. Oh yes as a sigh. Seeing green cottonwoods singing and the stream water moving, rocking mountains embrace down to the shore. Now the ocean breeze, toes in sands and gripping, the water continues beyond the horizon in calm becoming. Alone by the shores, traveling like a bird, skimming the tops of the waves I am gliding. The strings continue strumming and seeing the entire coast line with ease as I fly a bit higher towards the clouds in the distance. Opening and lifting, then plummeting down, spinning head at the speed. Landing on a limb of an old oak in a field, again…only endless horizons do I see. A rabbit freeze as he notices my movement. I have no need to eat him, so I turn away to free him. Haystacks dot the fields, golden and stacked high, like a Van Gogh painting with rich texture and colors blazing. I soar high again… seeing a castle for visiting, surrounded by lots of trees and hills so beautiful of greens. Lake Como is sparking in the sunlight of dusk, dancing pinks, creams and violet on surface. Quiet town and village, all in their homes with family. I continue on. I do wonder who is holding me as I become this eagle or hawk and melting into flight.
Now landing on a large rock overlooking a river, full moon begins to peek over the mountain nearby. I know this place from dreams long again. sweet memories of friendship, conversations with wisdom. my passions for writing came soon with this magic. inspirations and adventures within the mind’s eye and imagination lives with this time. Toes getting colder, where are my socks? I don’t want to stop this flow of words is amazing. I want to know more of the adventures with words, connecting with other expressionists who chose me to commune with this moment of sharing. Perhaps with my childhood, and my inner child escaping, I met this wonders along with way without knowing. Sleeping to reach out to the stars, breathing in the awe and light to full me up with more creating. I stretch my back releasing the tension that was building. Lyrically they may come this. Labels upon labels…to organize the writing. Poetry comes for a visit, a dance and a song. Embodying the person, identity and energy while breathing in the sweetness. So close I am with the eagle’s heart beating, with flight and adventure, I realize my power. Oneness is beauty, grace and alchemy…
Hello Merlin. I thank you for another lesson in living. Taking the higher point of view and the endless possibilities with you. You embraced and showed me just how easy it is… to become one with the living Mother Earth presence.