MYSTICAL POEMS: “Don’t Make Lists” by Dorothy Walters

Don’t Make Lists   Every day a new flower rises from your body’s fresh soil. Don’t go around looking for fallen petals in a fairy tale, when you’ve got the golden plant right here, now, shooting forth in light from your eyes, your awakening crown. Don’t make lists, or explore ancient accounts. Forget everything you…

Spiritual Poems: “Divine Timing” by Trina Graves

Divine Timing August 4, 2020 Trina Graves2 Comments   Our physical lives are linear Is evidently, plainly true With many stages of our growth Counting years all the way through Baby, child, teen, adult Some years fast, some are slow Always in a set linear pattern Is the physical life we know But we are…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “The search” by Jiddu Krishnamurti

The Search I have been a wanderer long In this world of transient things. I have known the passing pleasures thereof. As the rainbow is beautiful But soon vanishes into nothingness, So have I known, From the very foundation of the world, The passing away of all things Beautiful, joyous and pleasurable. As the moon…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “The slumberer” by Elsa Barker

  Flaming June, one of Lord Leighton’s last paintings   The Slumberer O THOU mysterious One, lying asleep  Within the lonely chamber of my soul!  Thou art my life’s true goal,  Thine is the only altar that I keep.  Rapt in the contemplation of thy repose,          I see in thy still…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “Learning the scriptures is easy” by Lalla

Learning the scriptures is easy Learning the scriptures is easy; but living them, that’s hard. Far easier to read words on a page than to seek the living heart of things. Fumbling through the fog of study, stumbling, I lost my last words.      — And my vision cleared.      Oh the sight that met me then!…

“Now, As You Awaken”… Poem by Mahmoud Darwish

Now, As You Awaken… Now, as you awaken, remember the swan’s last dance. Did you dance with young angels while you were dreaming? Did the butterfly light you up when it burned with the eternal light of the rose? Did the phoenix appear clearly before you and call you by your name? Did you see…

A quote from Neale Donald Walsch on “Awareness”

Awareness is not a gift that some have and others cannot attain.  Awareness is your birthright and your inheritance. You have it now. It is not a question of whether you have it, but of whether you are using it.  All human beings have the gift of Awareness.  Yet not all are aware that they…

SHORT MYSTICAL POEMS: On Oneness by Hafiz

I used to know my name. Now I don’t. I think a river understands me. For what does it call itself in that blessed moment when it starts emptying into the Infinite Luminous Sea, and opening every aspect of self wider than it ever thought possible? Each drop of itself now running to embrace and…