Bill's Blog – March 2011 Archive (18)

Bliss Knew my name

i had been a hard working Soul for quite a long time. It has been a while since i took a Spiritual Vacation. I thought about this often. You know, sometimes you just get tired. Though we may rest on a daily basis, there is most certainly an accumulative weariness that has a profound affect upon our Spiritual persona. Yes, i…

where is the lemon

i sit here

and i am cleansing the palette

of my thoughts

that i may taste every nuance…

Momma didn’t cry

i remember momma

momma was a strong woman

and Daddy was the Apple of Her Eye

and so was i

Momma was…

deny me not . . .

the “i” of the Christ

has come once again to anoint us

will you embrace me in the Garden

and then deny…

360

i live but 1 degree

outside the realm of madness

359 is my sign

we hold the…

in the night . . .

i wrote a letter to the Universe

to express any and all my cares

when i looked upon the Heavens

i somehow lost my fears

a feeling of wonder embraced me

in the flowing of my…

speak to me poem . . . poetic

to live is poetic

to breathe is poetic

the verse i hear is poetic…

the South Side of Heaven

it was another beautiful day

here on the South Side of Heaven

not too warm as one would expect

the…

life here . . life now . . .

the Petals of a Flower must be unfolded

that the honey may be extracted

we too must let go of what we hold on…

a Child of the Sun

the beaming Sun

greeted me this morning

with love and forgiveness

he…

what cleanses my Soul

there is a certain confirming peace

when i look at the Mountains

they stand in their regal majesty…

Every Saturday

my Son and i awakened that Saturday Morning

the Sun was bright

it was a lovely Spring Day

we brushed…

is me . . .

there was a presence that always prevailed

it always seemed to be there

sitting right there at the edge of my consciousness

i never really felt…

Musings . . .

i went to my muses

and i commanded

“SPEAK to ME”

and they laughed

i was not…

by the Stream

as we lay upon the blanket

that lays upon the grass

under the Tree which…

the dance of this morning

the Sun has risen this morning

and it sits just above the Eastern Horizon

smiling upon the multiplicitous landscape of life

beaming…

a Poets Path

i am the uncertain cloud

misshapen

unformed

a non compliant giant

of essence

that…

the sound of listening

i withdrew to a quiet place

that i may listen to the stillness

i began to let go

and will less…