Peace Be With This Little Fruit-eater

Rose-crowned fruit-dove

(Image Credit/Flickr/Geoff Whalan)

Calling-in All Cheerful Pinks

Pink robin

(Image Credit - Wikimedia/JJ Harrison)

Life Cycles

It takes a 'seven year' to bring a certain peace

It takes a 'seven year' to willingly release

to learn from every season

to accept without a reason

to feel within and keep the space

to have my own happy place

how, now, when and where

I will be everywhere just being here.

I am a breath across the ocean,

I am a touring cyclist powering through the motion,

I am the wind in my hair

as beach sand blows just everywhere.

Yes I am

the muscles

in the racing legs of little dogs running rings,

and nesting birds who start to sing

I am the joy in everything.

I am the joy in me.

Looking Up

Every flower shines the Light

Pink Joy Shining

Joyous news.

I am whole-heartedly happy for your unity

your deep connection

your truly inspiring love

and your willingness

to let yourselves shine the brightest together.

Surrendering Grief

Gathering blooms all around

looking down, close to the ground.

Deep within, still uncovering.

My heart it weeps,

the pain I feel is rising now and very real.

My self I thought was moving on,

but yes that is true

but only if,

I give to You this treasured pain.

Only if, 

I bring this gift, and offer it with sincerity

will these burdens lift and I release,

this truly deep grief.

The grief I carry for so very long

the grief I know came with me

over many pathways, lovingly. 

This grief it knows other lives,

this grief I hid in my darkest place.

This grief I give will be replaced

by very bright open space.

I have kept myself alone for long

knowing sorrow was deep to my core

and believing I would,

live it through

and give my love to animal friends

who understand how it is,

we do befriend pain.

Turn the other cheek again.

But no longer,

will I know my pain is for me.

My pain it comes to set me free.

My pain is my deepest gift.

I must surrender it.

And indeed I do now.

And as I go to light the fire,

my little dog walks with me

as he knows,

he too will be free from old troubled times.

Old abuse has been useful.

Old pain has arisen,

old pain is lifted,

old pain is gifted.

Joy is shining in,

we indeed are beginning

to rise above,

to beam openness and Love.

Written with an armful of Jonquils on September 2, 2017