When I’m Here
firm ground under my feet
scent of piñon smoke in the winter air
I transcend space.
When I’m in the Now
heart beating in my chest
sun warm against my cheeks
I transcend time.
When I’m with the Beloved
His image radiant in my eye
a smile sweet on my lips
no thing matters.
Thank you for this perfectly *timed* reminder. I’ll be smiling inwardly as my body moves through time and space to be near the Beloved’s, keeping the attention where His presence always IS.
Diane, you said it so beautifully. Especially when the mind is amped up in preparing for travel it is important to stay steady in the Beloved’s aura.
Spaceless, timeless, nothingness, freedom. Perfect! I have been looking for a way to put into words the sense I have at seminar, listening to the Master’s voiceless voice, reveling in His personality-less humor and good temper, loving my surroundings, including the beautiful chelas unified in our love for the One who will lead us out by taking us within, and each determined to go there, going nowhere at all. I sincerely love your poem, Lesley. It is just lovely.
Thank you, Rudy. What you say is so true, we are blessed to revel in the love in His presence and beyond.
Very beautiful and centering. Thanks for the posting.