Reflections, Writings

GOD MOTHER

After many yearning years of hoping to visit the shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe, this past All Saints Day (November 1st) I was graciously afforded the opportunity.  As I approached the new basilica, designed by the architect, Pero Ramirez Vazquez, I was struck by how the structure created both a hospitable and protecting spirit, as if the church itself attracted you into the embrace of its great mother. …

Poetry

Life-ing

 

 

                                                                                                                                   

Alive is to grow
and die and birth

Human… to know
THAT we are alive

To love abundance
not as an observer

But by making love
Itself entrainment

To wake the dawn
in the new light

Where sight gives sway
to depths of trust

Acting in ways that
know only in faith

Going down deeper
to emergent rising

Stooping to levels
not seen but heard

As One pulse of novelty
vibrates inside darkness

Breaking sometimes gently
often painfully

Borders that protect
only insofar as they admit

Otherness that has somehow
already crossed inside

The stranger within that
risks life in death

Bearing true mind
in kindness of Heart

Embodying the soul
Shared wholly by all

Shall we place
each Other within?!