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Walking in the Garden of Life
The lotus blossoms give way
to the brighter truth of you
Living in the memory of my heart.
As I stand still in quiet pleasure
Listening to the rhythm of your sound,
I dance in the melody of your song
Awakened by the dream you live.
So long ago, the Master's touch
Graced one wearied heart
Softly crying the unknown presence,
Stirring stillness of personal walk.
I remember the tears upon my face,
The dream of tomorrow's sorrow
As I ran away into the raging storm
Thundering, vast emotional pain.
I returned to the farm, my home
Of long ago in a life past the old memories;
Do you remember the roaring of the sea
Churning in the depths of my discovery?
I knew not which way to go; therefore, I cried,
Destiny had been written in your call
As the wind blew through the fear
While the dream became undeniably clear.
Rumi's poetry ushered my heart's lament
And empty I became in the fire of desire
Seeking nothing but the single hot white flame
Summoning the return of my spirit's voice.
And the Master revealed by nightly vision
This journey my surrender would bring
Service to its Heart, a child would sing,
Loving my spirit's voice in hot, white flame.
Last night, when you called to my Spirit,
Asleep, the physical body lay resting,
So many tears were cried in 12 memories,
Long years they have been, my friend....
Am I now the spirit of my body?
Have I become the voice of God's heart?
No, I am only a reflection of its greater choice;
A mirror of its brighter presence.
And in these 12 memories of tears,
Always, the Spirit of your flowing current
Rested in the Sacred Trust of my Heart
While separated in response by duty bound.
I have met Rami Nuri in this year, The 13th memory,
And he told me I would become that dream
As we soared with the eagles he brought to me
Higher into the planes of Hukikat, Agam and Anami.
The music of the woodwinds released my heart
As I twirled upwards into the white, hot flame
Curiously silent, quietly respectful, of you, of me
Arriving into the open heart of eternity.
Tomo Geshing once carried me there
In the year of 10 memories; so many tears, though,
The heart was broken, no body, so much sadness,
And the Nine Silent Ones, they stood by me
As they taught me the secrets of the universe,
The purpose of love, and the reason for Soul
And upon their wings, I dreamed
And found you, my friend, always there with me.
How could I not know your heart
Whispering this kindness to me?
I was so young, and to embrace your love,
That feeling for me...my pain...it ruled me.
But now I stand in the fullness of this flame
Living in the reverence of its teachings,
Loving you in the wholeness of your spirit
Upon the dawn of Sacred Voice, my 14th memory.
- Katy Rose © 2005
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