zen – Rivers Renewed

Late Summer Meditations

Mornings are just a little cooler now in the forest, while green silently fades from the leaves. I can almost grasp the essence of the wind, as tree branches gently sway with sunlight shimmering through the canopy.

And I realize our wholeness is not elusive, or even some deep mystery, simply a return to who we truly are and were always meant to be, each different and yet an important part…. of Earth’s creation.

Spirit beings.

Walk in the Forest

Walk in the forest and you will find the place within you that knows the way,

the place where courage is carried within

and answers can be given,

from knowing

the right questions.

The Softness of the Air

The softness of the air washed over me,

giving

always giving never taking.

I wondered,

how beautiful clouds move across the sky

and how the patience of oak leaves

works within the human heart

calling forth

another gentle prayer.

Particles of Water

Particles of water shimmering, illuminated by the sun. And for a few brief moments, my spirit drifts and I am in between this world and the other, somewhere in the wind.

There is no pain here, and I realize we hold on too much, instead of letting go. So, I close my eyes as in a prayer and breathe again, still having few answers, yet able to have my feet back on earth, planted in the beauty remaining.

In Each Wave

In each wave I sense a memory

of when we were young,

and the wind played

while the sea rolled through us,

we were part of something

holding our hands up

to the sun,

we waited for the moon

to call us into the night,

to embrace us

in the sand.

In the Light Dancing

And in the light dancing on the leaves, I knew then there was never a question of where to find wholeness,

or how the broken heart can mend. The leaves moved gently and the light spoke

as only light can speak. So I closed my eyes

allowing the healing

to begin.

Spring Has a Way

Spring has a way of infusing us with greenery and sunlight, walking by streams

of hope once eternal, and in a way,

in an almost tangible way

we believe again

in the unseen.

Shaping Words into a Gentle Rain

I try not to write from my scars. They’re there of course like everyone else, but I make every attempt not to give them too much credit.

So I write from the light or try to. Pieces of encouragement, maybe some profound peace, shaping words into a gentle rain of spring. Rivers instead.

Even if there is a storm, it doesn’t hold onto me anymore.

Oceans Remembered

What I remember most about the ocean is that you can let your spirit glide out over the surface of the water into infinity,

or is it that the infinity is within us? Either way, with the ocean and the rhythm of the waves, both are possible I think. And somehow

the concept of God

is unmistakable.

Wholeness in Our Spirit Wings

The space between our wounds, was always meant for the peace descending,

in the form of light.

Wholeness

in our spirit wings.

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