True Love

Ah, to be loved, truly!
I am a seed in this garden of life, planted 36 years ago.
A recent downpour of rain provided long awaited nourishment to my soul.

My heart has opened up to receive true, pure, innocent and unconditional love.
I was holding on to so much anger and hatred, I decided to let it all go.

Charity is a beautiful act when it's straight from the heart.
It feels so amazing to be a recipient of this act of pure love and to be able to receive it in this lifetime.
I never imagined I would feel this way, EVER.

It makes me feel so strong. I truly belong. I have a new song.
True Love. 

Out of the blue clear sky

can't get the line to that one song out of my mind.
"then out of the blue clear sky"...
I say, "Hello, Moon.", whenever I see it for the first time, each night. I've been doing this for what seems like forever. This type of greeting is similar to bumping into an old friend, foe, acquaintance, etc... "Hello, Moon." I actually say it out loud, every single time. I've never experienced what I did tonight. I stepped outside, walking towards my car with my eyes towards the sky, I greeted the moon, again. At that very moment, two things happened. I witnessed the ISS shooting across the night sky and a masculine voice responded, "Hello"........ a familiar tune came to mind "out of the blue clear sky"

Busy Days

Routine days and solemn ways:
"Leave no room for fear."
Wake up late and kids look great.
"Leave your kiki here."
Kisses with hugs and shoulder shrugs,
"Mom, what time will you be here?"
Rush to work and overwork.
"It's lunchtime, dear."
Tummy aches and bathroom breaks.
"Now's the time to disappear."
Traffic congestion and absent direction.
"I wish I was an engineer."

Lovely

Breathe a breath of life. Oxygen is free here. It is mine for the taking. This life is only the beginning; a piece of history in the making.
She sat down in a nice, cozy chair. She reclined to sit back and let loose her hair.
Her mind was full of thoughts of the day's activities.
She closed her eyes, in search of her spirituality.
Questions quickly arose and she quickly shut them out.
This was her time to rest; no time for doubt.
Silently and subtly, peace found her lying there; so calm and serene.
Peace was now her reality which was now far from any dream.
"Peace is rare and hard to find"
She acknowledged this and appreciated her time.
Slowly, beat by beat, she felt it stop abruptly. She smiled and in death,
she remained lovely.
Nothing left of the heart that once beat so strong...of the spirit that lived so freely...of the soul who had a song...
Gone; completely.