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I AM Listening…

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I have spoken of love,

And perhaps no one has heard.

Now I am silent and listening…

To the bloom of the rose,

To eternity in falling rain.

To the passion of fresh turned Earth.

To the wisdom of the trees.

To the innocence of small children.

To the colors of wrinkled faces.

To the revolution of the ants,

And the grieving of stars.

To the rhythm of rivers and mountains.

To the sacred whisper of bodies.

To the hunger of flesh drawn Angels.

To the symphony of unkept graves.

To the holiness of bruised hands.

To the joy wrapped inside solitude.

To the simple and madly human.

To the sound of paws bound by sleep.

To the falling leaf,

and the crackling of embers.

To freedom defined by the wind.
So weep not for me,

But for those that cannot hear!

Eric


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Tears In The Treetops…A Poem

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Well, there’s tears in the treetops,

Faces hidden in the wind.

Memories in the sidewalks,

Waiting for the end.

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There’s prayers on the table,


Footsteps echo in the night.


Dreams inside the empty,
 

Shadows lost inside the light.

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There’s hearts hidden in the dust,

Souls wrapped up in the thread.

Years lost in every moment,

Living lost inside the dead.

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There’s hope in every sorrow,

There’s scripture in the dust.

There’s a song beneath the silence,

As all good things turn to rust…

Thanks to: Eric Cockrell


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My Temple Is the Earth…

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My temple is the earth.

My prayers are the needs

Of every living being.

My sins are the mistakes


We all share.

My forgiveness is understanding.

My god is listening and action.

My hope is human.

My truth is sameness within difference.

My eternity is the moment.

My heart is collective.

My song is silence.

My breath is touch.

My freedom is involvement.

My destiny, open hands.

And my miracle…

Simple and Sacred.

Eric

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The Emerald Heart…

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Oh yesterday, that one, we all cry out.

Oh, that one!

How rich and possible it all was!

Hope – ripe, ready, lavish and filled with excitement – how hopeful we were on that summers day, under the clean, white racing clouds.

Oh, yesterday!

Mary Oliver

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TODAY: Silently the dark shadows of night are slowly disappearing…
Ah, such quiet, such peace, yet the world ‘out there’ is in various states of chaos.

Morning for me is my best time – I feel strong and alert, filled with my dreams and thoughts…a time of noticing and cherishing. I know I am blessed…

IN ONE WORD: Appreciation

COLOUR OF THE DAY: Emerald Green –

“The Emerald Heart is held in the sacred space of the altar of grace…”

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HOW I FEEL:

In order to be the person I want to be,

I must strive hourly against the drag of the others…

Mary Oliver

Its ok, its actually as perfect as it can be…not always easy, not always kind, but there is a sense in me now that I know that this journey is meant to take me somewhere that I want to go…today, tomorrow and for as long as I AM here…I am soul. I am vast. And I fully honour my sacred purpose.

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PHYSICALLY:

“In a new space in every possible way…the spiritual  avalanche its over…I AM…” Ashtara

 I ended up in the Hospital after a (mild) heart attack, 11 days ago. I am taking life one hour at a time, since coming out of hospital. That in itself was a challenging experience, having never been admitted to a hospital in all of my life thus far (lucky I know!). 

I had not been feeling in good health in the past 2-3 weeks, with regular chest pains and ‘heartache.’ I was aware that the ‘happenings’ around the world were impacting on my sensitive heart too, and of course, we have been going through enormous planetary and global changes, on every level.

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INSIGHTS:

“I would say there exists a thousand unbreakable links between us and everything else, and that our dignity and our chances are one…”

Mary Oliver

For me these recent shifts have been so powerful that there is no going back, not for anyone. Take your time, absorb, settle your body and mind. Let these changes be what they are, knowing that changes are happening for us all, in each and every breathing moment…

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THE COLLECTIVE:

“…we are at risk together, or we are on our way to a sustainable world together.

We are each other’s destiny…”

Mary Oliver

The winds of change are blowing. Time to think deeply, appreciate and honour your life more. Look deeply into your heart and ask for higher guidance and then, with gentleness, begin to live in a new and more conscious way…

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AFFIRMATION: “I AM Infinite…”

Essence shown – Emerald Heart Dragon – http://www.colourmatrixessences.com


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Sacred Song…

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Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worthy of rescue.

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by Martha Postlewaite


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Holy Moments…

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It has come down to moments,
perhaps it always was…
small, tiny, rude, and precious moments.
orphaned, common, stinking moments.
holy, infinite, fleeting moments….

I know that God is alive,
I can feel Her breath on the backs
of my ears…
I can feel Her long hair blowing
across my face on the longest nights.
I can hear Her footsteps
in my darkest room…

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There is a magic in the thorn,
a power emanating from the grain of the tree.
I know what forever tastes like,
and yet I have to be reminded.

There are no good and bad people,
just people wearing tired shoes and spectacles.
that which sustains must first die,
and sickness is the path of healing.
does not the bare limb tree grow erect
with longing? do not stars weep in need?
while sparrows draw maps across the mountains,
dying for the kiss of spring.

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Poor people hunched in kerosene rooms,
rolling cigarettes, laughing at the children playing.
while the wealthy toss and turn in sweated sleep,
stroking the guns of apathy…
yet all will die, some more than once,
leaving dust on time’s windowsill.
prayers, and woodsmoke rising from the chimney.

Eric Cockrell


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Tonight a Star Fell From the Darkness…

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Tonight a star fell from the darkness,
A branch was torn from the willow tree.
The wind stopped blowing in the stillness,
And the stranger came for me.
Lifetimes lost and pages counted,
Wings gather voices that whisper prayers.
The shout of trumpets, flesh to flesh,
Follow footsteps climbing stairs.

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Face to face, side by side,
Lines drawn by issues in the sand.
Every name hath both time and reason,
Every scar defines a man.

Tonight a star fell from the darkness,
A branch was torn from the willow tree.
The wind stopped blowing in the stillness,
And the stranger came for me….

Love forged from storm a cathedral,
A woman’s breath, tongue to breast.
Destinies painted by fingers stroking,
Less is more, and more is less.
Tired eyes call from the distance.
A man’s a hymn, a refugee.
Dreams formed from ashes disappearing,
Souls find bodies in the sea.

Tonight a star fell from the darkness,
A branch was torn from the willow tree.
The wind stopped blowing in the stillness,
And the stranger came for me.

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Eric Cockrell

Art by Sulamith Wulfing