Sacred Whispers

Earth Angels

Drifting backwards

         with eyes closed

                  to a moment in time

a snapshot            slowly moving

                      through flickers of time

                                                    into a reel

of sepia tempered memories

I see your smile ruby

                                   in perfect cream skin

        eyes a twinkle with hope

                brimming with inspiration

before blemishes of history

                                 marked our souls.

The crisp air billows warm smoke

          from our eager

                     breaths of virgin laughter

           navigating our innocence

                through life’s’ woven doors

          of possibilities

                   to our futures.

Green felt laid laden

                     against our stockinged legs

                           with promise of eventual sultries

when we may blossom ~

                         These flashes of beguiling laughter

        and distant closeness

                      through sisters

in a carefully begotten forest

                                                      of mossy trees

and rolling pitches

         serve our souls as

                         treasured cameo lockets

                               on a chain of spiraled time

cradled in our palm

                    as an offering of remembrance

                         to each other at twilight

~ sacred whispers

to each others’ hearts  

~copyright @2011 Aurora AngelsLightWorldwide

I see you!

I see you tend your garden,

Every day like the buzzy-bee,

Prune, trim, and cut.

strangers walk by

The smile and greet

Under the breath the scoff!

With the weight of mountains on your shoulders

There is no time to Heal

Then hurriedly leave the beauty of your garden

Returning to the Darkness of your cave!

Where the hidden lion awaits to Roar!!

At the love that is inside you!

But Like the busy bee

The next task you must complete.

Garden chairs never worn

Sit idly by

Can you enjoy the fruits of your labour

Or do you create for the passer by?

Will you see the humming-bird hover

And marvel at its creation.

will you see the quail, as they hurriedly march across your lawn

A sight to make you smile in awe

Will you see the butterfly dance

As they move from flower to flower

Alas dear child of god

If you can not see the Grass you water

You will never see the fairies

Dance and play under the moon lit sky

Thank you dear one for being my Gardner

I am relay enjoying your Garden

I hope one day you come and sit with me

And marvel at what you have created.

Passion of Twin Hearts

~ Twin Flames of the Divine Spark ~

 

A trickle of honey

along the sinews of my back…

…tastes like patchouli

in a rose bath…

~ warm scented soft wax fingertips trace our outlines…

Glowing embers of ancient amber poured from God’s tree ~

~ igniting hearts across infinity ~

Grasp Love

~ a whisp

~ fleeting beckoning…

calling an endless dance

diving deep

for gifts never spoken 

breaths of knowing

breaths of seeing 

spark the fire in our hearts

~ feeding the pulse of the world.

~aurora@2010

Hollywood Angels

“Hollywood Angels’

 

We moved slow…

closely

through our

tinkly

sparkly

crowds

  with smiles of

acceptance

during times of

allness

    we were shattered

inside

broken

into fragments

     of sheltered isolated

aloneness

desperately grasping        

   for each other

glued together

with bits

of this and that 

 some of us

shattered all the way

and some of us

mended

gently 

roughly 

with great

hands of

God’s

fishermen

binding

the nets of

our souls

            into his stainedglass

glory

of different lights

           through different colours

   embroidering

our unique

souls 

together

with the silken threads of destiny

gratitude

for this kaleidescope

of love light

pain joy

       misunderstanding

truth

survival

knowingness                

 

tears

laughter

stamina

faith

love

     humility

to love

others’ faults

others’ glories

devotion

    heroic endurance

in this journey of life.

~ Aurora AngelslightWorldwide @2010

Essence of Me

Essence of Me ~

You see me in all

my morning glory

And other moments

of less divine

Forever weaving

slowly our trust

And knowing what is

yours what is mine

Glamorous moments

come and go

daily thru out

our times’ sphere

where

In between we are

real

and tough

and gritty

underneath

all surface floss

and where others

may

catch

our

eyes in

shallow

promised

pretense

remember

these around

you

not as holds

but loving arms

of Angels tread

in courage where

only

some fools fly

~ angelslightworldwide 2011