Energy

Everything we do is infused with the energy with which we do it. If we’re frantic, life will be frantic. If we’re peaceful, life will be peaceful. And so our goal in any situation becomes inner peace.
~ Marianne Williamson

 

Observing

Be an Observer of Life.
See the events, feel the emotions,
and recognize the difference.
~ Jonathan Lockwood Huie

Thoughts

One cannot have a mind that is empty of all thoughts,
but one can have a mind that is content with
whatever thoughts fill it at the moment.
~ Jonathan Lockwood Huie

Kindness

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine Kind words and kind deeds
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Surrender

surrender to the heaven,
of your soul-
holy place of grace and rest,
silence soothes your weariness-
I who lay with empty hands open,
to hold the peace within-
giving it without,
no boundaries or lines-
to make or cross,
or right or wrong,
belongs to the lifting-
of your heart here,
light and feather like-
in a whispering prayer,
your song becomes clear-
what belongs in the,
warmth of glow-
bringing heaven to your soul,
its in the pause of stillness-
that calms the raging,
the aching,
the pain of a hundred tears,
and you can come to this place-
in field or temple,
when you are able-
to take this space into,
endless time giving-
breath to breath,
upon the exhale-
in relief of all that tries,
to fold in on you-
in this moment you hold heaven,
for within you-
heaven holds you.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg © 

Summer

the flush of your,
summer radiance-
draws me to resting,
in your brilliance-
what parallels,
my rapturing desire-
to fall into your light,
yet resisting-
holding tight,
to my uneasy-
it sits with me,
as it tries to reason with me-
welcoming me to melancholy,
but knowing that-
the folding tides of time,
heals the wound-
that tries to split open,
again and again,
what is revealed so deep-
what is brought to bleed,
spills out and releases me-
to ending,
to beginning,
to my right of passage-
I hold the passion of your luster,
as it blazes across my waiting sky-
your incandescent beauty,
intentions revealing,
no more concealing,
surrendering to,
touching with arms held high-
the light of your radiant healing.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg © 

Morning

lost in the fragrance of morning,
the settling of dew upon summer’s rest-
what stirs the quiet waiting,
of the songbird’s voice-
above the dim of night,
into streams of light-
shadowing the dark,
with movement of orange upon blue blending-
it all seems new again,
it takes me to my living-
breathing morning in,
as if for the first time-
holding the miracle of its opening,
quiet hush unfolding-
into the song of life rising.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg © 

Happy Fathers Day

Happy Fathers Day to my Brother Henry and my son Joseph