I remember
the first night you sang to me
and how my heart
soared
and how I couldn't stop
smiling
and how I didn't want it to
end
and maybe neither did you
when you sang the song
again
Description of blog
Sometimes I write about the Valley. It is a type of meditation that was developed by Carlo Lopez. You quiet the mind and let your spirit speak to you through elements of the Valley; River, Fire, Lion, your bird to the left, your four-legged animal to the right, to name a few. It is a journey worth making.
Saturday, April 29
Friday, April 28
God gave us Love
We stood
in front of
God
to receive our
gifts
and our eyes were
downcast,
wondering what we did
to deserve
us,
and God raised our
faces
and reminded us
that we are love.
And what else would love
deserve but
Love?
in front of
God
to receive our
gifts
and our eyes were
downcast,
wondering what we did
to deserve
us,
and God raised our
faces
and reminded us
that we are love.
And what else would love
deserve but
Love?
Watching the sea
The sea crashes and
spills over
rocks
the way the sun's rays
spills over us;
warming us,
holding us,
caressing us
spills over
rocks
the way the sun's rays
spills over us;
warming us,
holding us,
caressing us
Thursday, April 27
Your blessed eyes
As God painted the seas
and lit the skies,
He had some
blue
and light
leftover
and He found your
eyes
to put them in,
where the blue
and the light
could swirl
forever
and lit the skies,
He had some
blue
and light
leftover
and He found your
eyes
to put them in,
where the blue
and the light
could swirl
forever
Wednesday, April 26
Tuesday, April 25
The scent of a kiss
If there is
a moment
where you feel me
far
and I feel you
out of
reach,
in that
moment
comes our
smell,
an essence
that says, "Love,
we are here."
a moment
where you feel me
far
and I feel you
out of
reach,
in that
moment
comes our
smell,
an essence
that says, "Love,
we are here."
Monday, April 24
A lovely morning
Good morning, love:
It's a new day,
and though I wake
alone in bed,
I know it is you that
greets me
with a warm, sweet kiss
when the sun
arrives
through my window
It's a new day,
and though I wake
alone in bed,
I know it is you that
greets me
with a warm, sweet kiss
when the sun
arrives
through my window
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