To A Goddess Dressed In White

Once a vision came to me
Of a Goddess dressed in white
Dancing in a crystal palace
On a most wondrous and magic summer night.

My heart cannot contain,
Nor my words explain,
The grace and beauty of Her Being.
Filled with the music of pure Love,
Wrapped in robes of golden light,

She danced and continuously embraced
The Miracle of Life.

And though that precious vision has come and gone,
I know it is not lost
.
For wherever the Earth breathes
Her warm and tender breath
Through soft and trembling leaves,
And angels dance and sing
around the hallowed moon;
Wherever there is endless joy and grace,
And wondrous imagining;
Wherever two souls embrace in perfect Harmony,
And the world dissolves in Ecstasy,
Wherever tears of rapture fall

Like crystal drops of nectar,
And the Purest Love envelops all,

 There you will find Her,
Dancing in Her rainbow robes,
With the sacred tones of Eternity
Echoing in the Vastness of Her Soul,
And floating into the sky...
on luminous wings of love.

O Goddess dressed in white,
O Angel of my soul,
I know that we will never part,
For you will always dance and sing
within the temple of my heart.

Aloha
With Waves of Purest Love

Diane Frank
Poet

"Your voice spread out like a supernova,
a shower of first snow...
a Bodhisattva of the radio.
Now you belong to everyone
especially your voice."

- Diane Frank, Poet

"If you find me,
      tell me where I'm from
             and mail me back."

                    "The Winter Life of Shooting Stars"

The Echo of Sarah's Voice
by Victor Tichy

It's only vibrating air, I was hearing what must be at least an angel.  It's not a laser beam, not a scalpel, only a sound.  In Prague, as a child I heard Uma Sumac shattering glasses with her voice.  Amorphous sodium silicate maybe, but a human heart?  A lump of semi-solid protein protected by a rib cage and a shirt?

But what is it I remember of my own creation?  I sing my mother's lullabies to my baby boy, rubbing the feverish soles of his feet, in the nights when the only other sound he knows is crying.   Does he still recall the vibrations of his mother's voice filtering through the amniotic fluid?  The ecstatic duet of the ovum and sperm and our arias that preceded it?  The echo of the Big Bang still resonates through the universe. Aren't he, his mother, and I part of that sound?  Perhaps, but Sarah's voice must be its most ecstatic dimension.

It's only vibrating air, I repeat like a mantra, but one couseling session with Sarah West gives me enough reverence for myself and worship for others to transform my rocky marriage into a house built on rock.  My nights become fluid and I wake up with tears of love for the woman by my side.

It's only vibrating air, I think again watching my eight-year-old, playing Boccherini.  His eyes are anchored by the strings of his violin, but what is it they float on?  It's only vibrating air - Luigi Boccherini, Sarah West, his mother on my pillow."

A Letter from Mary Ann St. John

Whisp from Stars hurling in the Wind
to Eventually Descend into Form with no changes
gently whispering Words to the Soul
Words of One, from one, to one
So clean
So Pure
Giving a touch
An Inspiration & Empowerment
lifting Fear and helping the Cries of the Fearful
One listens
One cries
One has heard
The Works So Mystical, So Real, no mystic at all
to believe in One
Creates the Whispers needed for the Soul
Seeing the gifts, the Wonders of Everlasting -
And Crying thank You.

Feeling the gifts as you keep walking toward the light
Empowered with one So deep with in
the Center of Knowing
lies destiny in truth, love ultimate Reward.

The hurls in the Wind, hear you, and know your loving
heart.
It hears it cry and Will Come at Perfect in Time
to lift any fears and make your Path Full
of light

So take the hand which you Cannot See
It is One
All who is in ONE, will hear, will See
& It will Lead you to the hands in which
you will SEE. Mystical -
No Mystic at All.

***

Thank You Sarah - for you Were the hands in which I Could See...

This is I believe my test through Pain - to truly Know and believe - to Walk through the doors of Pain, change and fear and to know the hands of love are With me guiding me to exactly where I need to go. I feel It so Intensely. I feel the love Encouraging me to keep walking toward light & Empowerment of believing and knowing the Unseen.

The love of from hands are definately blocking & pushing away any fear I may come upon. God knows I am walking towards him and I feel him so Intensely like never before.

I Cannot thank You Enough. You truly are the Works of Love & God - And I Would love to learn from your hands as you truly have so Much to teach.

Thank You Sarah

Thank You

- Mary Ann St. John

SARAH WEST
by Oriana

Whispers in the wind is God humming.
Prayers echoing is how I choose to hear.
Letting sounds show me the way.

Guided by the vision of constellations I see beyond
without hesitation. The patterns in the night show
man’s untimely light. The colors all blend from
beginning to end.

A bird flies to my side, speaking in a whisper to
listen to the voices of myself in a kindly manner.
Following from the ground I walk the way of the
sparrow. Singing as communion, I am.

I am in the voice of a cry. I am in the voice of a sigh.
I am in the voice of every angel. I am in the movement of
a dove. I am in all. I am singing the sparrow song.

There Flows
by Donna Van

There Flows

A River of Love
From the Hearts of those
who Sing

To AWaken
A Joyous Dance
From the Deepest Rhythm
Within

From Agni

Your essence, flowing in my soul, has collected in my heart, where it has taken the shape of a perfect diamond.  In that diamond I can see the reflection of my own pure Being, stainless and transparent, yet brilliant as the Sun.

You are the wind flowing through the chimes of Heaven; You are the light flowing through the eyes of angels, you are the breath flowing through the mouths of Gods.

You are the flowing essence, the "Sarah", of pure Love.  And like the wind, you cannot be captured, held, or bound by any force - for if the wind were to cease flowing, it would no longer be the wind. 

Your gift to the world is the freedom of your love, the freedom of your Being, and that freedom is joyously sung in every note of your existence.  I have tasted but a few refrains of that divine music, and have fallen dumb, intoxicated with love and beauty, into the reverie of your soul.

We each have our own unique gift.  And our Souls aspire to the same high pinnacle of Divine All-Embracing Love, beyond all dimensions, filling the vastness of pure Being.  And in our Truest Self, we are One.

How can one capture the joyous freedom of the wind?  How can one stop the rapture of the Sea?

Love Always

The Glory of My Being
by Irena

"You are Loved by many and many that Surround you through all the sacred moments and every moment and may you feel Peace from all Eternity

Blessing from on High! It's Time! Communion beyond this time and space! You took my heart to soar and I am so grateful for your presence on Earth for being born

You touch my heart my Spirit to the very heart I am
What have received? What contribution
What is your Purpose? I have seen the Glory of my being in you

I have seen the gift of my song in your song. I have seen the Victory

I go to the Depths beyond my comfort and know in the simplicity that I bring love. 
I know the gift that I bring to others is importance to the harmony within me and in turn for all.

The gift it bringd me id being me.

I have received your talent. Your being. The infinite Space so familiar to me and so magnificent, to be in communion with all with all the Angels and the Holiest of Ones.  Each time I with You, I experience the gift of the Holiest One's and Your Beauty echoes their wisdom in Your Radiant Beauty.
Being in the Infinite, I am touched by who I really am.

I have seen the Glory of my being in you.