The Patience of Guides

i don't understand my own

 just accept

bow my head

in gratitude

for patient

guides

 

 

 

Dust and Words With No Meaning…..

Someone spoke to me last night,

told me the truth. Just a few words,

but I recognized it.

I knew I should make myself get up,

write it down, but it was late,

and I was exhausted from working

all day in the garden, moving rocks.

Now, I remember only the flavor —

not like food, sweet or sharp.

More like a fine powder, like dust.

And I wasn’t elated or frightened,

but simply rapt, aware.

That’s how it is sometimes —

God comes to your window,

all bright light and black wings,

and you’re just too tired to open it.

(Dust by Dorianne Laux)

glimpses and whisperings... 

fragments…

a collage of words

with no meaning.

next time i'll open

the window….

My Sacred Tools

…..my sacred tools

i feel the energy just looking at this picture.