Last Night I Cried

Last night I cried and my heart opened up.
Last night I died and all was for-given
Last night I died to the Formless
I Let go of all earthly Endevour

I felt the touch of breath against my skin
I heard the sound of wings
With a smile I died

With a touch a cried then died again

I cried for all the pain and suffering
For the motherless child
And the childless mother.

For all the wrongs and rights
For all the empty nights
I cried.

In the hollow of my heart I found Love,
A fertile garden in the seasons of the soul.
I died and died again

The Dew of my tears cascading
Upon pastures new of life sustaining

Last night I died
I melted into the abyss, so sublime.

I felt the undertow and I let go.
I cried as I surrendered all,
I became the drop and also the ocean.

A process so divine

Of A soul Transforming.

Last night I Cried,
Translucent tears,
Of refracting light.

To my De-Light
I saw golden faces watching over me.
So pure, so real to me.
And I saw “Your Face”
Last night I died.

I communed with my starry friends
As they held me, my heart opened up.
I surrendered to the all-loving embrace.
I remember who I am.

I traveled through the portals of time,
Aeons passed by yet time stood still,
Regressing again and again.
I found the child inside
Once again

A child I am.

I shed then shed again
I renounced all emotional contracts that have kept me imprisoned
I surrendered in the glory of all creation.

A gift,
The sacred journey of a soul sur-“rendering”.
A host of heavenly Angels rejoiced,

My heart overflowed,
With the precious potion of tears sublime.

My breath so deep,
My heart released,
With sages and shamans
Present at this timeless ceremony.

“The art of Dieing”

Last night I died and died again.
Last night I cried an ocean.
An overwhelming flood,
The dam bursts.
A tsunami of Energy in motion,
Wave after wave after wave.

Last night I was carried through the ebb and flow of light and shadow.
A right of passage
An alchemical process.

“I am reborn”

I am one with the flow of love,
That envelops my being.

I heard the call,
I answered,
I allowed myself to die.
I asked and all was for-given.
I received and I was awakened.

The art of Un-Folding

With the sweet sent of jasmine and burning sage,
I am Cleansed
With my “Temples” anointed with tears that sustain.
My Cup Overflows

I now embrace all that is timeless
The miracle of Joy, life and living.
The celebration of Re-birth.
The reunion of my physical, Emotional and Spiritual bodies.

Ascending in the glory of
The golden light of the rising Sun.

I am Truly Thankful

With beams of dancing light
I am Free
I am Joy
I am Love

I AM I

AL-AE-NU-RA