The Gleaning

To those of us who walk by faith, not sight,
Amidst the watching souls, though doubting still,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

Their crippled wings do claim from most His flight.
Yet wiser hearts do follow perfect will,
To those of us who walk by faith, not sight.

While treasure sought for gain’s a weary plight,
The Truth is buried in that costly thrill,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

Our worlds so slowly spinning out of right,
This gleaning of the soul to He who’ll till
To those of us who walk by faith, not sight.

Self-made fires blaze in a blackened night!
He who devours, pleasures there — until,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

True passion is the wick He does ignite!
In our weakness, His strength He does reveal,
To those of us who walk by faith, not sight,
We answer to the calling of the Light!

Power to Create

I have manifested all sorts of energies
The entire spectrum have I crossed
Each step of my own choosing
Every lesson gleaned for the gain
In darkness I found sorrow and reaped compassion
It was there I learned to love myself unconditionally
In light there is joy abounding making charity easy
And I learned that giving was in actuality receiving
I danced in the energies, every one “good and bad”
And there found the power of my soul
I yielded gratitude to the darkness and sorrow became my friend
I bid it well and rode the light back to joy and found bliss
And I came away with a wisdom found only by experience
It was always me. Moving me. I have the power to decide.
Every thought creates a feeling that directs my next step.
I can believe beyond what I see and create magic in my future
Or I can create pain be seeing only what is and enforcing more of the same
I have the power to make worlds as I think them if I allow my emotions to believe them!
And you have the power to create in this same way – and you’re doing it every day.
So let me ask you to look around. What is it you are creating? Is it wanted?
If you take responsibility for what you see, you have the power to create differently.

The Agreement

Thousands of ME’s
From Infant to Old
Illusions of form that I chose
That I might traverse this place
All the way from Birth to Death
That I happily bequeathed
To Myself before coming
Let Me not forget that
I agreed to Love them All

~ Golden Skin

Rest is a wonderful respite
When the battle has been
Hard fought and long
Those demons were never mine
Beliefs long held and pressed
Upon me like death that
Choked away my spirit
Making me in its likeness
How I hated myself
I have since discarded those
Rags worn like robes by others
Resting now only attired
In what was always beneath
– My Golden Skin

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