A ‘not so empty’ Gift..

 

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A gift is fragrance out of breath

fled from the abode of the urn

seeking respite of a wayfaring vessel

within whom, it makes its return.

Be not daunted, open the cover,

Draw deeply from spirits fathomless well

Oh, water bearer for the soul of dry parchment,

A river of words erodes the truth a mountain can tell.

Lo, winds of wisdom for the seeking leaf

Softly turn its empty pages

Stir them not, but deliver the stillness

Spoken through the love of inner sages.

Leap not, be gently drawn

Oh, sojourner, not so soon,

Soft, the precipice waits for you to cast

From the abode of your own perfume.

Those who give, journey on

Deep in the heart of others who are given

And when the page seems dark, find the spark

When the flint of the lover strikes the Beloveds frizzen.

~ Skip Maselli
(thank you for this priceless gift)

Take Comfort In The Solace Of Knowing..

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In deep emotion
tears begin to well from the very bottom of the heart
filling it up,  rising..
until they are on the very precipice of the eyes;
even the slightest breeze,
the thoughtless word,  the unwanted thought,
could spill them over,
a tidal wave of epic proportions
leaving one submerged in a flood
overwhelmed by the deluge..
Seeking refuge.

I find myself constantly at that cusp..
How can you refuse the plea of a heart that loves only you?

This life
is all about heartache
and heartbreak
and healing..

The wells of the heart get deeper each time we love
for heartache carves deep into the chambers,
and fortifies their walls with diamonds and gold,
elaborately embellished and embroidered in verse
reflecting divine light in an infinite mirror.

We become light…
until ultimately
we are with our true beloved
when the Heart is purified
ready to receive

Take comfort in the solace of knowing
that if you are in heartbreak or heartache,
you are not yet with your true beloved..
and your beloved awaits..

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“Sorrow prepares you for joy.
It violently sweeps everything out of your house,
so that new joy can find space to enter.
It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart,
so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.
It pulls up the rotten roots,
so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart,
far better things will take their place.”
~Rumi