Forgive

Rip from my shirt these tiny buttons of resentment.

Take these heavy-healed shoes...
lead me barefoot through the field of freedom.

Bind the hem of this dress with the stitches of your golden thread of Forgiveness.

Take me whole.


Let me be before the world what I am when I'm alone
And when my vision falls below, let there be forgiveness

Let me answer when I'm called
Let me know the voice it right
And when it's deep inside my soul, I'll know it by its light

Help me to make the loving choice

Let me answer when I'm called by the might and the small
In the service of my soul, let there always be forgiveness

Forgive

-Carly Simon


Sketch - Created February 21, 2010.

Light The Lamp

And God comes sweeping through the house of my soul
to rearranging the furniture.

...move this here...push that over there...slide this her...wait no, over here...

He entered through the back door

while i was waiting on the front porch

standing

holding a flat hand to my brow
to shade my eyes from the Sun.

Pray for the visit

The Guest arrives unexpectedly...
...but perfect.

He moves the furniture

quickly, but furiously.

It hurts!

In the belly of my tears

He stops and brushes his hands clean

"Yep, that oughta do it for now."

He left on the warm breath of a soft, gentle wind.

My soul bounces around the new arrangement

I am scared, but not really.

On the table is a note from God:

Dear Jenny -

I told you after this visit nothing would ever be the same.

Leaving both doors open

I laugh

I cry

I sit in the middle

Sketch - drawn last night. Left handed.

Krishanmurti & A Sketch

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it.

That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies,

that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems

and suffer and understand, for all that is life.

-Krishanmurti


Sketch - drawn Spring 2009. It is a rare drawing to see eyes open.
I grapple with feeling pain, but remembering that I, too, have caused pain..."for all that is life."
My heart can't stay there too long. We climb back into the boat and float a wee bit further down this river of peace...the water of Now.

Polar Bear Hug

I dreamed of a polar bear.

Sketch - a Post-It doodle, drawn
while waiting for papers to print.
And I really did dream of a polar bear.
I was a little frightened,
but I felt very safe and home-y.

Hafiz, A Sketch & Coloring Shared

Plant so that
your own heart
will grow.

Love so God will think,

"Ahhhhh, I got kin in that body.
I should start inviting that soul
over for coffee and rolls."

Sing
Because this is a food
Our starving world needs.

Laugh,
because that is
the purest sound.

-Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky

Drawing - pencil sketch drawn Saturday afternoon.
To my mama who reads, I say, "Look Mom, arms!!"
The Joy of Coloring continues...please click HERE to see what filled and warmed my heart yesterday!! The coloring page I shared was shared even further. I LOVE IT!