Prayer
Spirit of God—
Help us to remember who we are
and why we’re here.
Help us to transform our fear
into victorious love.
Help us to create Heaven on Earth
with Angels here and Angels above.
Thank You!
April, 1999
Angels
Where Were Your Angels?
Where Were Your Angels?
Where were your Angels
when predator pedophiles stalked your days,
your childhood a blur of fear and pain,
and The Secret withheld from those you blame
for not seeing or hearing your silent screams.
Where were your Angels
when cultural initiations of drugs and booze
made your youth a shadowed haze
of confusion, guilt, and ravaged dreams,
powers and potentials raped for others’ gain.
Where were your Angels
when you sold yourself with clever seductions
to buy a life of pleasures and pleasing
toys to quiet the ghostly screaming
when paralyzed memories returned again.
Do Angels protect, empower, and offer cures?
Were your Angels indifferent or just voyeurs?
Perhaps the Old-Man-God-of-the-Sky
and his Angels are just an ancient Myth or Lie
to help us feel ‘safe’ until we ‘die’.
Do we create these Beings we adore
to embrace the Human Race with a Magic Lore,
with prayers and petitions to implore
an ever judging and condemning God of War
and Predators we just can’t ignore.
August, 2005
Indigo Vision
Indigo Vision
How can one gaze upon angels
and not fall in love with them?
How can one look upon aliens
and not become one of them?
Their wondrous glories are our past and future—
inspiring and challenging our lives and our world
in the vast, eternal NOW.
We met them, angels and aliens,
in the bright white light
of yesterday’s ancient treasured memories
buried among the stars and surrounded
by the shrouding mists
that ebb and flow like tides of awakening awareness…
Even now, we feel the energies of their cloaked
presence among us
and witness their magical, mystical radiance
in the meditative indigo vision of our soul’s sight…
We see the dazzling universal connections
aligning and attuning our souls and minds and bodies
to that enrapturing indigo frequency.
It bridges and links
the deep blue calm of our enlightening spirituality
to the purple and violet glories of our growing
self-mastery…
Shining quietly and serenely, we too can activate
dynamic forces
through the centering powers
of stillness and Self-realization…
Here we stand in indigo
among the countless visible and invisible denizens
of our multi-dimensional Universe.
Evolving and creating and growing,
we resurrect our soul’s cosmic consciousness
of remembering who we really are
behind the eternally changing masks of mind and form…
We have always lived among angels and aliens,
aware or unaware of interlinking realities
and agendas…
Our histories and our evolution is
intertwined with theirs,
though we saw and were blind, heard and were deaf…
It’s a great cosmic joke.
I looked through the indigo
and thought I’d die laughing…
God loves a good joke.
April, 1997
Flowerpoet 