Rosemary: Autumn Trees October 25 2009
Suddenly, Fall colors – ochre, crimson, gold, magenta.
As time for dormancy approaches
The trees drop green pretence
And show us the true radiance of their being.
We too, as life’s end nears,
Let the spirit love shine through,
Illuminating our real nature,
Increasing consciousness.
We awaken glowingly
Before we sleep.
Reflection: to Ellen: Perhaps we learn only toward the end of life the glorious spirit that it’s our mission on earth to manifest. Within your last months, we all saw you glowing, radiating love and light around you. We thought that, miraculously, you were getting better. You were, of course, but not in the way we thought. You were joyful and energetic. It seemed that the cancer no longer held sway over you. Of course, it didn’t, because you were preparing to leave your body. You were already transitioning to the life of spirit. You had forgiven, you had detached yourself from sorrow, you had released all anger and fear. You were visibly becoming transcendent. We saw and felt this, and we rejoiced. But we missed the point, except in hindsight. If we’d realized what we were seeing, we would have been sad for ourselves, but we would also have felt joyful for you, as you prepared to leave suffering behind and move out of this earthly life to the spirit realm. You were a lightning rod for the love that gives life as your love showed forth and your life was transformed. Love is synonymous with joy, and the more we experience it, the better.
Rosemary: Puppy Love October 25 2009
Outside a grocery store, a bench sits empty,
Till an older woman with a dog –
A Shar-pei puppy, full of wrinkles –
Slowly comes to it and sits.
She puts the puppy on her lap,
And quietly regards the parking lot.
The puppy’s like a magnet.
Strangers come from all directions,
Smile at the woman,
Chat a bit,
Pet the puppy and then smile more
Before they leave, their happiness enhanced.
The puppy brings out love and friendship,
As if it’s sprinkling sparkle dust on everyone.
The puppy’s like a lightning rod,
Conducting smiling energy, creating joy.
Love engenders more love, always –
A golden. blissful alchemy.
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