when i need a reminder
that all of this is sacred
i sit under the night sky
and
watch stars dance
i listen to birds sing
or
children’s laughter
i enjoy a cool breeze on a sunny day
and
get lost in the eyes
of
those whom i love.
we are all friends here
interdependent
floating along in the same river
which
opens into a deep blue sea
of
vast, spacious Love…
by jaysen matthew waller
©2012, Jaysen Matthew Waller
what sadness
this morning dew brings
just a glimmer of warmth
in this early daylight
i suppose there is a choice here
and i
like the delicate grass
shall allow the remnants
of night’s dark cover
to gently wake me
from my slumber
and
nourish my naked
thirsty soul
Remember…
Even behind the darkest storm clouds
The stars still shine
Try to remember this
Even in your pain
In the numbness that blankets your days
In the loneliness that steals your nights
Promise me you will remember
That even as the Sun fades
The Moon still reflects the light
Of that most Ancient Love
Remember
That even as the Earth falls to sleep
Under Winter’s silent watch
This is not the end
This is only a moment in time
A space for rest
As Spring readies herself in all her beauty
Waiting to welcome you to wake
I know you feel frozen in time, dear one
Treading still waters
Tired, heavy, sinking
But please don’t forget
The sound of the waves
Remember their music
They sing to remind us
Nothing is permanent
Life is movement
And you are Life
They sing to us
The tide dancing in
The tide dancing out
Always flowing, always moving
You will wake
Rising from this nightmare
As you have time and time before
I promise
And don’t forget
Nightmares are simply
Friends in shadow
Manifesting, not to terrorize
But to teach
To grow our hearts in love
In compassion
In patience
In spaciousness
First, for yourself
And then, so wonderfully
So beautifully,
For the World
©2010, Jaysen Matthew Waller
thankful for Life’s little trips
i woke up this morning
and
fell in Love all over again
today some friends
spoke of heartbreak
as if it were
some horrible thing
and i thought,
how can this be true?
i think of my life as
quite beautiful
and i have never known
a day without it
i listened to this song today and it was like listening to it for the first time. the song is titled, “Pilgrim” and is written by Enya and Roma Ryan. her music can be so sweeping and beautiful, i wonder if listeners are aware of the mindfulness, the awareness, the mysticism within Roma Ryan’s lyrics. great poetry.
peace ~
j
Pilgrim
by Enya
Pilgrim, how you journey
on the road you chose
to find out why the winds die
and where the stories go.
All days come from one day
that much you must know,
you cannot change what’s over
but only where you go.
One way leads to diamonds,
one way leads to gold,
another leads you only
to everything you’re told.
In your heart you wonder
which of these is true;
the road that leads to nowhere,
the road that leads to you.
Will you find the answer
in all you say and do?
Will you find the answer
In you?
Each heart is a pilgrim,
each one wants to know
the reason why the winds die
and where the stories go.
Pilgrim, in your journey
you may travel far,
for pilgrim it’s a long way
to find out who you are…
Pilgrim, it’s a long way
to find out who you are…
Pilgrim, it’s a long way
to find out who you are…
beneath this blanket
of night
below countless suns
i stand in your Presence
thoughtless
motionless
we arrive
together
meeting, perhaps
as we always
have
in Love
filled with Life
i stand
knowing nothing
in perfect stillness
in a harmonic dance
with Peace
and my voice
joins with Yours
as we sing
“it is good”
the dance…
who knew i was so popular
on the dance floor?
one by one
they take my hands and
move my feet
the music always
playing
these friends
well, acquaintances really with
their many names
one after another
they come
there seems
no criteria for choosing
the equal opportunity dance partner
that i am
greed and chaos have
their turn
and then there’s charity and
peace
a two step with fear and
a waltz with worry
some joy and hope find
their way to the floor
true happiness always waiting
for me, patient as she is
my Beloved watching, waiting
not one to cut in
nope, not a rude bone there
this one’s a classy dancer
then anger with
his friends, resentment and
bitterness (the blind dancers that they are)
having their turn
loneliness comes along with
her slow song
she’s a subtle softy it seems, until
she lays one on me
the scent of depression
lingering…
no one wants to
dance with me and
why would they?
i take a dose of
ego mouthwash (you know the kind)
it lasts a little while then
it fades all too quickly
left standing alone thinking
about leaving this dance
the music still
playing
(well, i did say “always” didn’t i?)
but there standing
next to me waiting as
always
is my Beloved
hand extended, feet ready
no one leads better, you know?
(yeah, you do…dig deep in that heart memory)
such rhythm, such grace
i am carried away whisked
up like a fairy tale i rise
i rise, on love thick air
i rise
swirling and twirling a
cascade of tears, joyous and
sweet sweat showering down on
all these toe tappin’, party poppin’
line dancin’, disco fools
with our Love
a spinning top, i am
a Whirling Dervish, you see
that Rumi had it right and
Shams before him
with our Love
true happiness no
longer waits to
keep my dance card full
so i ask…
how can you possibly
sit out?
step away from the
punch bowl, friend and
bring forth your
two left feet
‘cuz this life ain’t for
wallflowers
feeling
breathing, thinking
sitting
standing, walking
flying
dancing, singing
eating
drinking, talking
what does it matter?
i might as well
lie in my grave decaying
if i have not
Love
it is here
it is all here
with its tastiness
with all there is to see
to smell
surrounded in sounds
it touches me…
it teaches me
it is here – this moment
with all its pain
with all its joy
there is no suffering
i smile to it – this moment
it is here
this is Life
sweet, sweet Life
and i swim naked in
its beauty
The Metta Garden 