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    Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
    Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

    Saturday, June 30, 2012

    Memorial Letter to a Rare Friend

    Hi Daniel Love-Light Spirit,

    I live having known rare and beautiful friends you are one of three who have blessed me beyond the scope of usual relationship loving me with such rare purity soo fully unconditionally compassionately
    that your loving spirit continues to live with me beyond your departure from the flesh body and while receiving your infinite lovingness I continue without the gift of your physical presence yet alive in this world my heart beating wide open and loving as only a rare being as you can know...

    May my tears water this world so that more of your love can grow into it...

    Thank You My Dear Friend, Until we meet again in Light, Your Aunt In Love Cyndi

    Thursday, January 12, 2012

    Sending Love & Light to Everyone!

    Thank you for being in my game of life!
    You are the absolutely best you in my world!

    Sunday, November 21, 2010

    from a place called alone

    from a place called alone
     a  heart is asking
    this fullmooned nite
    where is my human tribe?
      friend,  life partner,  companion.
    is love a possibility, a problem,
    a poem, a memory, an imprint?
    ?

    just call me Cy

    Wednesday, January 28, 2009

    Love Rains, Remaining











    Love Rains, Remaining


    Love rains in my open heart,
    remaining long after the
    passing of the forms it comes through,
    was_is always present; embedded as light in my cells,
    awakened by tiny, tender acts of compassion, unexpected gifts,
    delivered with a smile or tears.
    Makes it's many appearances in the form of a lover,
    daughter, father, mother, husband, friend, uncle, aunt, cousin, sister, nephew, neighbor, 
    a person I encounter without ever knowing their name. 
    A little bird singing a hymn for me, The sun and just how perfectly it's warming my body right now. 
    Sunlight and shadows dancing across the floor
    while I'm meditating, casting my lotus Buddha form 
    as a shadow puppet show, for my psyche; 
    to become aware of, contemplate and honor.

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