THE POWER OF LONGING

I can barely catch my breath.
Longing is when your heart takes wing,
but cannot find where to land.
Circling from on high,
its harbor shrouded below in the clouds.
It’s destined mark unmet,
drawing ever closer
joins pain with ecstasy.
Reverberations echo in magnetic hearts
as the gap closes.
Treasure the moments of longing,
whether they dim over time or guide you to the love of your life.
For longing is the nature of the cosmos.
Eternal Source pulses, creates, expands, penetrates all,
the force of Consciousness driving Itself apart
only to reel back in, again and again.
ALL IT TAKES IS JUST ONE SPARK
WE are the Holy Spirit! Our journey, our mission, is to ignite the hearts of every being we contact along our daily path with the LIGHT THAT WE ARE. This Light is our core, our essence, our lifeline to God. Fan it within yourself by loving others, no matter how they show up on your doorstep. Stay centered in the truth that nothing is more powerful than love. Your Light beckons to theirs, calls their perfection from them. Hold the High Watch for all beings you meet today. BE THE CANDLE!!!
From My ♥ to Yours♥♥♥
Karima
COSMIC TANGO
There is a place where all souls meet.
It is nameless,
and we may not know each other there,
but by our nature we will know when we are vibrating in that sacred energetic wave of the universal sea.
It is where we are One.
Our cells mingle and dance.
We care not, know not who we are.
WE DANCE!
THE BLISS OF STILLNESS
Only in Stillness may one be free of attachment or un-attachment.
Even the winds of these words disturb the delicacy of Stillness.
Breathing in, breathing out, form a Teflon welcome mat for friendly thoughts; no decision needed for which friends to open the door.
Clouds pass, sitting with the Beloved; the sky shows light and dark.
I am most content in the thought-free zone with no desires, wanting, clinging, longing, concepts, planning or agenda. Encompassed by fragrance of spring lilac, a beloved remembrance that may be exuding from my own pores.
When Nirvana and samsara are both held within each other and there is no distinction … I am Home.
As awareness walks amidst clanging and buzzing it smiles at these chimes of human existence which have no intrinsic meaning. It notices awareness of senses and awareness of awareness and does not partake or reject.
No constriction. In time-lapsed expansion – all is moving particles of light and sound on a screen witnessed with no projector ever to be known.
Yet the sweetest smile in my heart has a taste on its lips
OUR SACRED UNION
