Tree Lights at Christmas

Winter’s snowy tree

Frozen tundra made so warm

Bringing in love’s light

made so warm

Bringing in love’s light

Over Flowing

Michael Z Tyree / artist

Life overflowing banks,

Spilling into starrie night.

Majestic river !

........feeling gratitude

A LIFE

Dark Angel why him?

He will not cry for himself –

I will cry for him.

So many on this path -

Focus lost to the mayhem -

Of the ego-born half dreams.

A life lost to drink.

A Squandered potential –

Light Angels, weeping.

Someday change will come.

Someday Light will tip the scales

Relative -  AWAKE !

 

Hope and prayers continue for my relative lost at this time. 

We have all at some time or another been in that dark place. 

Without judgement and with love – across the Milky Way and back:

I commend you to The Creator of Universes. 

PRANAM TO THE GURU

How I love to be out in the night far from any city lights.

 

Deep in the woods -

 

Deep in the desert -

 

 On the oceans’ shore -

 

Deep within my Soul.

 

Unfettered by the false light of incandescent bulbs,

 

As though day were better or more beautiful than the night. 

My Beloved is there hiding in that dark.

His eyes shining through the stars

Deep in the woods –

Deep in the desert –

On the oceans’ shore –

Deep within my Soul.

Hiding behind the racket of daily activity,

He waits for me to come into the quiet of the night and find him.

And find him I shall.

His eyes shining through the stars

Deep in the woods –

Deep in the desert –

On the oceans’ shore –

Deep within my Soul.

With the breath as my steed, I ride him down

As He tirelessly has sought me out, now I seek Him.

What a fool to be afraid of the night.

The dark blazes with true Hearts’ Fire

Deep in the woods –

Deep in the desert –

On the oceans’ shore –

Deep within my Soul.

A thousand thousand pranams are not adequate

The embrace of The Beloved brings true day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Into The Quiet

 

Going deeply into the quiet,

OM washes over me. 

Divine Mother appears.

 

 

 

 

WATERMELON

 

Sweet juice of melon,

Syrup running down my chin.

Spitting seeds in soil.

 

 

A small ecstasy

Of taste, texture and flavor.

A simple pleasure.

 

 

The Innocent joy,

Eating a piece of melon.

With full hearts' Thank You.

 

 

 

We Are The Spiral ღ ღ ღ

 

We are the spiral.

Love is flying from our hands

Only God can see.

 

 

We are the spiral.

Love is flying from our hands

Why can We not see?

Wanting to find Love

We don’t think to look within.

We are the spiral.

.♥.✿ ´´¯` •.¸☼⁀ °♡  ☼⁀°♡  ~ `*.¸.* .♥.✿ ´´¯`•. ¸☼⁀° ♡