My smile hides secrets, in the lights in my eyes – a little inside joke. A betrayal to the world, when I know things, that you also know, but I do not say it, yet I lift the veil, in the funny faces, only I can show. It is all a joke, or so you know, when I am serious, happily delirious, unable to understand, the way I am, in the game we play, in a teasing way, where love is a stage. Funny face, yes, look at me, it is my middle name, the one you did not know, or maybe you did, when I thought, I had hidden, it all so well. A little inside joke, a game we play, as the laughter, bursts from the depths, of my happy soul, you know me so well, I am your ultimate, funny face – an one-liner, only we know!
The rain has created pools of water, for me to jump in with my yellow boots. My red umbrella I hold high above my head, as I move my feet through the mud, jumping around as if I am making pirouettes. The thick rain drops slowly land on my face, as a smile curves my lips and erupts into laughter. My heart is a child again if only for a minute, growing younger by every passing second. For that is what silliness does to the soul, it turns around the aging process, cleaning the mind of all negative thoughts, as it begins to feel alive again – a clean slate where all the dirt is washed away. Born again like a butterfly from a cocoon, is the metamorphosis that comes from laughter. The laughter that springs from deep within the earth, like a geyser that erupts his steam in full force. If only we could let go of the adult inside of us, forcing us to behave a different way than we feel, only because this is asked of us in a cripple society. I spread my arms as if I fly like the birds in the sky, as I feel the wind brushing my hair in waves, allowing me to feel free from all that is holding me, all that is imprisoning my emotional state of mind. To be a child again is a gift to the soul, where we learn to let go of the adult inside, to discover that it is not too late to feel alive.
The devaluation of life, breaks even the strongest heart, but when the honeycomb breaks – crushed in the palm of my hand, the soul lives a lifetime longer, and the heart learns to live, in the renewal of the mind.
Crushed stones become a pathway, carrying the feet of an entire nation, where not even the dirt my feet, can stop me from laughing, the tears down my cheeks, until my soul is dancing in the desert.
Poppies grow in an open meadow, where my bare feet walk the high grass. The soft wind brushes my hair, and tickles my skin until I have goosebumps. I sway my white dress on the sound, of soft piano music playing in the background, and I smile like the sun shining in the sky. Happiness is a feeling of peace and light, born deep in the heart in the middle of spring. Choices cause us to grow like wildflowers – like poppies they drench us in our own blood, until we shine brighter than the great eastern sun. I choose to be happy in this moment, where the summer smiles at me, in the silence of complete solitude. I find a place under a tree on the hill, where I sit down and meditate, so I can hold onto to this moment a little longer. My hands are open ready to receive, the greatest blessing Heaven can give me, but in this moment of patient waiting, I learn to close my eyes and feel the Spirit, whispering softly in the summer winds. As I gently flutter my eye-lids open, the red poppies smile at me, as they fill me with the deepest peace. Letting go of the past and the future, forces me to live in the moment of this day, where I learn to dance in the rain, with my arms and my heart wide open, until every cell is filled the deepest sense of joy. And in this moment of pure enlightenment, I learn that the cross is never heavier, than my own heart can bare, and that my heart is so much stronger, than I could ever imagine!
The wind rushes through the trees, like an orchestra playing three nocturnes, creating the perfect setting for fireflies, to dance to this sweet melody of Chopin. The stars find their places in the dark sky, and I wait for Orion’s belt to appear, so I can see him shoot his arrow. Nothing is more peaceful than the night, where silence is a warm blanket, where you can meditate on the essence of life. My rocking chair calmly swings back and forth, as I play non-existent notes on my guitar, giving my thoughts a way to escape my mind, and slip into the oblivion of this peaceful night. God speaks when the world is silent, so I listen to the voice of Spirit who speaks, on the whisper of the cool midnight wind. If I would close one of my eyes and sleep, I would miss all the wonderful things, nature has in store for me, so I try to stay awake and listen carefully. All I can hear is the sweet sound of love, penetrating my flesh, taking over my soul, bringing me the peace, I have been looking for. It is her desire to bring me joy in the morning, so I thank the night for Chopin and his music, for Orion’s belt and his arrows coloring the sky, and the gift of love I found in this peaceful moment. As the dawn arrives in her colorful glory, I pray that the peace of this night will remain, during every minute of this brand new day!
I close my eyes, allowing my breath, to flow fluently, in and out of my lungs. My mind eases, and my heart finds peace, in this moment. In my mind’s eye, a white lotus flower, slowly opens her petals, until she radiates, her unique beauty. Shades of silver and gold, form a curtain, around my soul, and my inner child, radiates like the sun. In this silent moment, of peaceful meditation, my soul opens, unfolding her petals, until the lotus within, shows her stunning beauty. In a loving embrace, I accept her, love her, and cherish her. For the first time, I see myself, exactly as I am, and I smile, with the deepest gratitude. I am a white lotus, radiant like the sun, with her petals, wide open!