Mystic Eyes…

Mystic, mystic

“Journey of Souls”…

How will we ever

Find our roles?

Wandering the earth

Trying to awaken–

Looking for amrit

In a DREAM we’re making.

We each have a purpose…

We each have a path…

Some reason we came,

But it’s so hard to grasp!  

The Mystery, she knows:

Our purpose, our reason.

For circling the sun…

Each year, each season.

I’m impatient, however!

I want to know NOW.

I search at each turn–

For a secret to “HOW?”

But the answer’s inside.

It’s only in ME.

You can help me to look…

…But never to see.

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(“Mystic Eyes” – part of a larger acrylic on wood painting by the author)

It is a dream

It is a dream

That we’re in.

I am you

In this skin.

At the level of the heart

There is only LOVE–

Love from below,

Love up above.

In our deepest center

We are just the same

Infinite in reach,

God is my name.

Soul’s Troll

The spiral path

To your soul

Is guarded by

A lonely troll.

He endeavors to stop

All who enter–

Who try to grow

And find their center.

It’s not his fault.

He has forgotten

His real, true purpose

Is to show you the button

The button to press

To open the chamber

That passageway to

Love’s container.

When you’ve mastered

The keys to life’s game

You are ready to pass

Into this flame:

The center of the heart,

The gateway to GOD…

Home is where it leads;

The troll is a fraud.

So, know that he’s there,

Nod when he tries

To keep out what simply

must pass on by.

Sooooo…..

In you are going,

In you must go.

Your destiny awaits you–

At the end of the rainbow.

Ahh Musement

I really think it’s true

That finding the Muse

Unlocks a room

Where magic brews.

 

Once she’s free–

Like a genie from a bottle–

Dreams rush in

And reality is mottled.

 

Whatcha gonna do

Now that she’s out?

The Muse will have her way,

About that, no doubt.

 

Get ready. Take your seat.

This rocket’s gonna fly

Across 8 dimensions

Into your third eye.

 

The Muse, she has a gift,

A present for you…

Let her in your life now; 

Enchantment will ensue.

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Shown in the photo is a piece of art I made inspired by the Muse.  She actually came to me in a dream this month (May 2016) (a nighttime, sleep dream)–looking just like this.  The scene included red velvet curtains, a bright green striped backdrop, and a really cute clown muse dressed as she is here and holding a polka-dotted box of RAINBOWS.  I ended up waking up after the dream, probably because it was so pleasant and fun.  I almost immediately set out to make a piece of art inspired by the vision.  I started with this bead piece because I love beading, but I hope to follow it with a painting.  Like the poem (which I wrote three years before I had the dream) says, she indeed does have a gift!!  Hello Muse! And thank you!!

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There is a place

Up in the sky

Where a dragon lives

And angels fly.

 

It’s in this land

That I find my Muse.

I recognize her

By the sparkley shoes.

 

She waits for me

To open my mind

And attune my heart

To the great Divine.

 

When I am ready

I can journey there

To the Golden Palace

Above the dragon’s lair.

 

This Wild Muse spirit,

She comes to me:

Inspires my thoughts,

And lets me see…

 

See  another world

Just out of sight–

The world of dreams

In the dark of night.

 

With her gift of Light

I am complete.

The eternal Beloved

I soon shall meet.

 

When I discover

That Beloved is me,

At very long last

I will be Free.

Diary of a Mystic Gypsy, Take I

Part One:  TODAY

What a gift to be living in a little cabin in the Pacific NW where I can have a the door open and a fire going at the same time.  It’s so peaceful.

Soothing.

I love it!

But, in the broad scheme of things:  the town here is pretty sleepy…

Still, aren’t there just so many incredible places in the world?

Choosing a place to live is like being asked what part of myself is the most important aspect.  What part do I really want to grow and develop and where physically would that be most supported?  I’m so diverse, it’s hard to say what part I most want to develop.  I really want to live in nature, but I want community near by.  I like a climate that is warm, AND I also like to feel a bit chilly at times.  I like the beach and forests.  I like the mossy NW gardens and the tropical Hawaiian ones. I like the perpetual springtime of southern California (but not so much the dryness).  I also love the classic seasons of the North Carolina mountains but there I miss the sea.  I want a good source of potential patients–people who may be interested in and receptive to my gifts…given at my highest and most easeful, fun, and creative level.  I also want a place where I can feel inspired to make art, write, and grow my own food.  And I want interesting, fun, conscious, and loving people to interact with socially and professionally.  Sometimes I think I want to ski above all else.  “That will make me happy.”  Other times, I think swimming with dolphins is the greatest thing I could possibly imagine.  I dream of dolphin-assisted therapy and dolphin-art-healing retreats. Eventually, I envision starting a nonprofit related to art + nature + healing and kids.  And then I think “just loving”, which can be done anywhere, is all that matters.  Probably where I am isn’t nearly as important as I think it is.  Mine is a journey of inner discovery that I am simultaneously taking externally, it seems.

Really, I’m guess I’m looking for a place where I can feel that I am embodying my highest self, whatever that is or could be.  (Though one might reasonably ask, “Is it really up to the place to do that?”.)

At the moment I feel calm and supported, peaceful and happy.  I am grateful for the rest.  I am also grateful for the journey.

I think I may be home…for now, 

though I’m beginning to discover that perhaps I never left ..♥..

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