Whispers of the Heart by Gail Gulick
Where haunting music thrills the air
Etheric fragrance lifts the soul
And gentle mists form blankets fair
Beyond the stars there lives a world
Where spirals stir celestial skies
There, flight is easy on the winds
Of Spirit's breath and Angel's sighs
Beneath the sea there lives a world
Where shifting waters blend to space
Beneath those wild and frenzied waves,
A gentle womb of safe embrace
Beyond the Sun there lives a world
Where blaze to ash leaves presence bare
There brilliance burns to steady flame
And tends each spark with constant care
Behind the eyes there lives a world
Where open doors draw all inside
There, welcomed home, we meet ourselves
Where hearth and heart, in joy reside
May we each work without tiring
to build a safe and loving home,
a retreat so deep within us,
that no breach could ever come.
May we nurture space within us,
steeped in beauty, bathed in light,
warmed in comfort, jeweled in magic,
that our souls may know delight.
May we always take our comfort
May we always take our ease
Where this hearth's blaze lives within us,
Where our sufferings may find peace.
We are vast and we are varied,
This wide world of rainbowed souls.
Yet the hunger in each heart's call
Is the song that sings us home.
The Razor by Gail Gulick
There is an edge where all things crumbleA silver strand of waking peace.
We walk the razor to relinquish
those errant cords of false embrace.
Those pompous claims who split our substance,
Those clutching voices of distant days,
Those staunch positions who trap our essence,
Those nagging worries who keep us prey.
We leave these all to molder sickly
releasing Self through sweet decay.
We come to know our own deft urgings
and drink the balm of love's bouquet.
I cannot hold communications
where glamours bind our thoughts with pride.
I can but hold this mirror gently
that we may glimpse what burns inside.
Let us drink of the cup of kindness
wherever we may find it,
in a tender glance,
or a gentle word.
Let us drink so deeply,
of each small droplet,
until the ocean of our hearts
overflows with tender tears.
As this sea of kindness
swells from deep within us,
let us share the comfort we have known.
May we pour our own soul's cup of kindness
Into every cup where kindness may be shown.
Take Rest, Dear Ones!
There is no need for striving, no need for pursuing,
no need for believing, no need for resisting,
no need for proving, no need for denying,
Instead, just listen for that one soft voice within you, calling "follow me home".
Why strive for the death of the ego?
Would you aim to kill a starving child?
When we hold them like a babe
And feed them with kindness
Even the hungriest parts of ourselves may know peace.
Dear Ones,
I am here to kiss you with soft whispers of my presence.
I am here to caress you with the stirrings of each breath.
I am here to hold you in the rapture of my caring.
I am here to touch you with my infinite embrace.
Yes, I see you, and I know you, and all your many sufferings.
I am with you, always, from inception to each end.
Yes, I fold you gently in my ever-loving shelter,
In devotion, waiting, til you notice me again.
I come again to that poet's place in my soul,
That place from which I blossomed into flesh
That place to which my nakedness returns,
Breathing, in the language of the masters,
with grateful clarity
Oh how I long for that sacred presence
of my own soft beauty,
slipping sweetly though this one secret door
and following my yearning home
I live in this world between touch down and flight
This one holy moment,
Where formlessness enfolds us,
Holding us ever so gently, just
as we are letting go.
The greatest gift we can give another is to recognize their own brilliance, their own soulful heart, and their own earnest desire to love and be loved.