Poetry inspired/channeled by Spirit

Poetry Of The Spirit

Selected poems of Sacred Poetry.
Art & Photography by Morning Star

The Holy Isle

A holy Isle,
a sacred place,
with 
a nestle of fine trees, 
that stand aloft, the heavens to see,
with the backdrop of billowing clouds.

A sacred path
upon the rim
leads to this Isle
of grace;

the surrounding terrain,
hidden in mist,
is a sea 
from which the Isle protrudes.

This holy place,
where all is quiet,
is a sanctuary for souls
who wish to look only
to the stars
and lay on grasses
underfoot,

and sing to the tree's
perfect sway
and whisper to the breeze.

And when each journey has ended
here such souls take rest
with lofty guardians all around
to share with, talk to,
and confess.

When summer comes
the vale below
—covered with wild flowers
and seeds--
will bear the fruit
of nature's song
so rooted to bequeath

unto the Isle,
this beauty to see,
and give to the Isle such praise,

for all it has given
as it takes watch
over
each track and winding trail,

that each soul may take
therein to pass
unto this fair realm

of this sacred place,
the Holy Isle,
where peace is found at last.
 Art by Morning Star
​(Copied from a painting: "Mother Of The World" by Nicolas Roerich)
Picture
"Just The Rose" 
Art by Morning Star

Through Love

Through love you center in peace
in the sanctuary that you've made home.

Through love your eyes are opened
to see the light glistening upon the waves.

Through love, silence is known
that settles all the tides that have past,

and through love a light arises within you
that was always meant to be shared

through love.

Upon God's Crown


God's purest light
shines through your heart
into the deep knowing
of what has been
—when you existed beyond this world
of form,
existing in the starry heavens
and dancing in the whirling void
that gave to all things
its creation.

Yes, you have been this purity
and are that still,
although reformed and ever-changing
until the time comes
when you return to the starry night;
to then become
one of the many stars
that sits upon God's crown,
and tells Him what it has been
like
to traverse the layers of the world
where,
for the most part,
His complete love
is not known.

And there, you will rejoice!
Picture
"Sitting In The Sun" Sketch by Morning Star

Under The Shady Tree


We sit here, together,
under the shady tree
with purple lilacs near by,
hearing the songs of passers by
—children and birds alike.

We sit here in our togetherness
with the sun that shines upon us,
in peace, in quiet, in solace
but not solitary,
for we have the tree
that stands before us
and the grasses beneath our feet,
and most of all
we have the song of the soul inside of us
waiting to be heard,
waiting to be shared
because that's what songs do.

Yes, we sit here beside one another
with a song in the heart,
so if you ever wonder
what it is that you might do
the answer is
to sing them
in the celebration of the life
that you have
existing here inside of Me
your Divine Mother of love.

Sunrise


You do not walk those pathways, upon the mountain,
anymore,
for they are simply part of the journey
—the terrain of outer limits--
that point the way home.

Once you stand at the center
you see those pathways, that you've followed,
and allow them to dissolve
—existing, then, beyond your realm of truth.

On this pinnacle you stand
with your face turned towards the rising sun,
that vital force within you,
that light of great Spirit that is you,
and that you have come to know.

You stand and face the Sun
—as a child returned to the light--
and know that this is All
that truly is.
"Finding Neverland" 
Art by Morning Star

Finding Never-land


Through clouds of gold
and silver streams
and dusk's reflecting light
I find my way to Never-land,

with times of uncertainty
and moments of clarity
that point the way.

The dust may fill my shoes, at times,
but the light will lift my wings
as I find my way
to Never-land.

The taste of its golden nectar
rests upon the horizon,
tempting me, 
offering me its cup of love
and the choice to leave 
the path well travelled behind,

as I walk on
to a new terrain
that I feel in my heart
and have always known in my spirit.

There I walk hand in hand
with the god light within
that knows me
and shows me I can do no wrong
—have done no wrong--
for the birth of the spirit
is known in innocence
and embraced in love


in that place
that some call
Never-land.

It's Simply This


It's simply this:
this place of home
inside of Us
where stillness speaks
and love is known,
and where you can simply be,

for that is enough,
it is always enough.

So, here you rest
and simply be
for this is where
your existence
lies,
in the heart
of the Divine.
"Sacred Lily" 
Art by Morning Star
"Taking Flight" 
Art by Morning Star

Silent Wings


Silent wings 
carry me 
home, 
and upon their tender feathers 
my soul rests 
within the comfort 
of what is known 
as true.

Their tender folds 
embrace my heart, 
protecting her from voices 
that are fading fast 
within the night, 
just as the first light glimmers 
upon the horizon 
of the shore that lies 
beyond this world
—where I will remain, forever.

The Pathway

The pathway wanders 
through the misty mountains, 
to then find a road that broadens 
into the prairie of the Self.

There, the flowers of many colors bloom 
and feed the hummingbirds
and honey bees, alike; 
There, the waters are always flowing. 

In this place you can take your rest.
"Flowers" 
Art by Morning Star

Through Each Breath

It is through each breath
and moment's choices
that sails are opened
and caught by the wind,
to take you a little farther
on this voyage.

Upon unknown waters
your uncertainty quivers
in this wake
but need not remain,
for you glide upon
the blue silver waters
of a sea
that is as clear as a still lake

for it is upon your Spirit
that you sail,
so never fear.

Purple Seeds


Purple seeds are planted
within the soul and heart
and in their time
start flourishing
upon the vine
of life,
of consciousness.

They are fed by the light,
and turned through the fertile soil of experience
that
points their direction
towards the sun.

These seeds are cast by heaven;
they exist within each,
and in time
all souls will come to see
their purple hearts
so filled with seeds,
with the courage,
to grow, to burst forth
on this pathway
of a spiritual life.

Upon Another Shore


Upon another shore
that exists in my heart,
where stillness speaks
and love is found,
the light glistens
upon the water.

Here is the song
of my heart,
that's always true.

The Place


To drop down into fertile soil of soul, 
of Selfhood, 
of the ground unknown to the mind, 
is to find the place of momentary feeling, 
and within this "lostness" of the unknown,
the inner light is found.

Eternal Majesty


There is only the eternal presence of All-That-Is,
into whose arms we fall in each moment.
In grace, and in sweet surrender,
we succumb to the eternal—inside of us--
to which all our experience points
like a compass arrow searching to find
its destination.

It points to the light within
where eternity is found, and where we sink into the deepness
of divine love,
that holds our existence together
—be this in form or in spirit.
In this, we find what we have been seeking:
the gold within the soft grains of sand, of our life, of our soul.

The breath then enters in,
the breath that sustains all things within us.
Such a breath fills our sails
and brings us to this home
of eternal majesty.

In The Silence


In the silence 
you will know Us, 
from the eternal fountain 
within.

It is a place of 
few words.

Stay Right Here


Just stay right here
with My love inside of you;
just rest here within My love.

Stay right here
where My love can grow,
within you.
Be here by My side,
where the light reflects
upon the waters of My soul,
and of your soul, also.

Just rest here within Me,
within My light,
and let this world of form, of "purpose,"
and what you have known,
just disappear.

Rest here,
be here
within this light
of Our love, 
and know
this is all that you need.

Art by Morning Star
"Lily" photo by istockphotos
Copyright © 2011 by  Morning Star (Sally Jordan Austin).