The Oracle
Selections from this collection of Sacred Poetry

Each poem is selected from a theme within this collection. The theme is indicated in the right-hand column.
These were selected from over 90 poems, in this collection, that were given to me by Spirit.

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My Favorite Poems
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Those Who Have Gone Before Us

​Those who have gone before us, 
who have walked the pathway through the mist and have found the deep well
from which we all must drink,
can show us the way.

Those mystics, scribes, gods and goddess' have traversed this field of reality, 
and have united in soul at the end of their journey, where all become one. 
They can speak to us of the hazards and the glory that can be known 
as we step upon this divine road to find the God within, at journey's end.

Those brave souls have looked upon the preexisting terrain of reality,
beset with its limitations and its fear, and have said:
"This will not do, this is not for me; there must be something else, 
something deeper that I will seek."

So, they set out on this journey of mystery, of evolvement, and took the road within 
to the landscape of what we have born, of what we have known. 
Then deliberately and without fear—sometimes—they traversed the internal realm, 
and shook their own foundation, of being,
in order to come to the place from which they can at last drink. 
Such an elixir as this unfolds the petals of the mightiest heart, 
and bequeaths to us the courage and strength to open to our vulnerability, 
thereby revealing our innocence. 
Thus we find the love that we have always been seeking, discovering it within. 
Then the journey, and all else that has been, no longer matters, 
as such a truth as this is found.

But, in the last, even as so many have walked before us and shown us the way,
it is to our own heart that we must listen. 
It is to our own truth that we must turn, so that we can come to this place in our own way, 
that the rose of our heart may flower before that sun of love and truth.
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Of All Of The Stories

​Of all the stories we tell ourselves,
there is only one that is of truth
and that is the story of love.

Of all the stories we tell ourselves of others,
of our past, of mistreatment, and of misunderstanding
there is only one story that has any bearing
on the compass point of light, of truth, and the reality of heaven,
and that is the story of love.

In the moment when we arise
and stand before heaven
and all the leaves of our experience are shed,
there we will exist as a succulent flower
—of such sweetness, such love, and so full of innocence--
and that flower is the truth of each of us.

So wide and expansive is our heart,
and love's presence within it,
and its illumination is so powerful
that it shatters the mirror of illusion held within our mind.
What remains is a star diamond,
a crystalline structure of God Goddess
—that exists as our spiritual form.
Through this structure
 the pure clear illumination of love may pass,
and dress the fields of this earth with its light.

This story of love is the oldest story of all,
because it was seeded within the soul of God,
and within this seed lies our potential
and our truth.
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The One Sound

There is a sound 
that exists 
within the heart of man. 
It is the one sound that exists 
that can drown out 
all others.

Its sound is of origin, 
that existed before 
all outer things were given form 
and rested on the outer rim.

This sound is the center, 
of the circle, 
where all are invited to stand
and to return, 
as we hone our essence to this divine presence 
and come to its vital heart 
of infinite embrace.

Within this sound we dissolve 
unto its undying peace, 
and all that is left 
is the song of love.

There is One sound, 
truly, 
and it is the only sound that exists. 
Into its presence 
all the outer circles 
collapse, 
and all return to this One Source, 
One center, 
of our origin,
where All is known
as love.
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There Is No Closing

There is no lack, no door closing, 
no limitation of time or season, 
no last page to turn nor chapter completed, in a life of the eternal.

There is no summer longing for winter's call, 
nor last day of spring with flower's ripeness. 
There is but the joy of this day 
and moment, 
where life refreshes itself again 
with new wonders 
that are born 
on the breezes of joy 
and light's perfection.

All of this called into a heart 
that is ever-expanding 
in its infinite embrace 
of joy, of light, of beauty, 
of the touch of the flower in its fullness 
and the promise that lies in the seed of hope.

All of this is joined in its oneness,
of the celebration of life 
that is captured in each season 
and enjoyed at every age—from youth's enfoldment 
to the wealth of aged years.
All is captured, 
all is embraced 
by the Spirit 
that is known within you, 
and sees the majesty 
of the eternity of it all
—that can be tasted in a day, 
in a savored breath 
that is enjoyed 
forever.
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Home

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Other Poems from The Oracle

Whispering

The light of dawn is whispering 
through the tall grasses and the trees.

The voice of God is murmuring 
through our heart's voice and soul dreams.

He calls us to our awakening, 
of a love that has always been.
It may have been dressed in rain clouds 
but its essence is always seen, 
within the light 
of each dawn.

In every day we are offered 
the chance to turn towards that which is true: 

it is the light inside of us
that always comes shining through--
and reminds us that love 
is ALL that we are.

Illuminated

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Transcendence

I am love, resting on your shoulders.
I am the light, shining in your heart.
I am the peace that's here beside you.
I am the guardian, who carries your soul.

I am your hope of overcoming
all, that you have known.
I reside here in your temple,
where you do not walk alone.

I am the strength that overcometh,
everything that you have most feared.
I am the rainbow after the tumult,
and the star drop that falls with your tear.

For no matter what the surround has taught you
or what has been, and been felt,
you need not guard that door any longer, 
for within My presence all falsehood melts, away.

Then, all that is left 
is the love, is the light, 
of your transcendence 
and your pathway to take up your staff
and follow Me.

Transcendence

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Opening

There are flowers in my pocket,
imagine my delight 
when that which I thought was empty 
was so filled with fragranced delight.

There are flowers in my pocket, 
that are now so full; 
they are bursting, overflowing, 
with an eternal point of view.

The colors of their blossoms 
reflect the mind and heart 
that have turned, in their emptiness, 
to the Divine heart--
and allowed its blessings to be received.

This moment of opening 
can only truly come 
when the vessel has been emptied 
and so, 
can
then be full 
of the Divine Source.

Receiving

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Joy

Joy is the color of the sun,
with droplets of gold touching the falling leaf.
It is the breath that opens the rose's unfurling petals, 
and lifts them, so gently, off the flowers face,
so that what lies beneath, on the inner levels of the soul, can be revealed.

Joy is in the turbulent branches of the tree,
swaying in the breeze of changing realities,
and yet its trunk stands steady, 
able to withstand the tides that the world instills.

Joy exists in the fields of buttercups
whose delight and happiness give to them their dance, 
in the playing fields of life.
They are not alone, as they are set amongst the daisies' smiling faces 
and the crocus—with its deep purples--
who remain from their springtime emergence,
and who capture one last embrace of the soft light before summer ensues.

Joy can be seen in the children's faces
who are playing in the summer of their lives,
before they taste the changing seasons--
that come to further their growth,
and birth within the wisdom that they will need to live in this world.

Happiness exists everywhere, in everything and everyone.
Yet, it is as delicate as the rainbow's stance within the air,
as it captures both the rain and sunlight.
And yet its image, and the delightful surprise that it brings,
can be held and nurtured in the heart, forever.

There exists just this moment where varying realities sing their song,
and where we make a choice as to which melody our thoughts and mind may flow.
But within the heart and in the soul there is only one true song, that is eternal.
This song is always calling, and its gift is of love,
and yet its tune and eternal melody is one of joy, existing within love's presence.

Life

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The White Lily

Soft white petals 
fall open towards the sun 
to receive, and to share the beauty within
—that has simply be waiting for the light 
to unfold, to shine, and cast its rays on the outer greenness 
of the bud's casing, 
thereby 
awakening what lies within.

And so, through the succulent sweetness 
of love's warmth, 
the face of the flower opens 
to reveal the inner stamens
that are filled with the gold of glistening nectar
and seeds, 
that will float upon the wings of a distant breeze, 
and fall upon new soil.

There
life will begin again, 
as the seedling is fed
and once again opens as a flower
towards the sun.

Expressions

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Leaving You Mark

Leaving your mark 
on the impressionable sands, 
beside the silver waters. 
Even now such marks dissolve 
as the new tide sweeps to shore.

The footprints will not be lost 
completely, 
for their imprint, 
of inspiration, 
will leave its mark upon your soul.

The world offers only its impermanence 
to the sands of time and experience.
But your soul, your light, 
will always be seen 
glistening upon the blue waters, 
that reflects the sun of God Goddess; 

and that light has always been 
and will remain, 
even as the tides of life 
continue to wash away what has been.

Change

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Little Sail Boat

Little Sailboat,
resting on the gentle water 
and carried by the light. 
No place that it has to be; 
no shore or headland that it has to reach. 
Its task is to be 
just a sailboat 
sitting softly on the waters, 
beyond the shore.

Its movement, 
if such should occur, 
comes only from 
a momentary breeze 
that lifts its sails 
and tilts its bough, 
so that it might taste 
the gentle stirrings of its new course, 
to then only to rest, again, 
upon the still waters of silvery light. 

And that, is all that it has to do.

Reflections

Oneness

The Process

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Upon The Still Lake

The clear blue stillness of the lake,
rests undisturbed by an external existence.
I look upon its silence,
and in its reflection I am known. 

Ages pass, their experience comes and goes,
and still I sit here looking upon that which transcends
all outer rims.
 
I look upon the still face of this reflective surface
and see God, 
in whose eyes I am not measured
by anything  at all.

I am seen only in His/Her likeness,
seen within this love that transcends all time and space.
Here, I sit before the still lake,
and see my true reflection. 

I have been waiting an eternity to see only this truth.
And as the sun sets behind me,
its colors illuminate and transform
the blues of this serene surface of oneness--
with tinges of pinks, purples, and oranges,
that give to the surface the tinctures of my soul. 

As the light of day finally ceases, 
all that can be seen
upon this cool glass surface
is a carpet of stars
that are laid before my feet,
reflected from the heavens.

I am invited to dance among them,
to dance in joy and light,
and to let love be my only pursuit and calling,
that I might tell
what it is that I have seen
on the clear still surface of the eternal.

The Return

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New Beginnings

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Share The Temple

Share the temple of God inside of you
and be not ashamed.
Such bountiful gifts are woven 
into the fabric of your soul.

Open wide the doors,
so that truth-seekers 
may discover your wares,

and be unabashed by your beauty 
that glistens there,
for it is of God,
it is all of God
inside of you.

So share your mighty gifts
and let them sparkle
as jewels set within the night
sky;
share all these mighty gifts
that are of the temple of majesty
inside of you,

for they were laid there
so that others might know
the same temple exists within them,
also. 

Conclusion

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The Immovable Mountain

The immovable mountain
standing still, 
standing strong, 
rooted deeply into the earth
and anchored in the light.

In the evening 
the stars 
circle and crown its peak, 
casting their reflections on mountain's purple luminous surface--
that emanates from the light within.

Mountain pays no attention 
to the transient realities of this world, 
for it knows that it will remain, 
even when all else is silenced 
and has passed from time and space.

Its friends are the wild daisies, 
nestle before its feet, 
and the deer 
who roam the landscape 
that is shaded by its presence.

These spirits of nature 
will remain 
forever by its side--
that has sheltered and befriended them 
throughout their life, in form.

The eagle soars far above its peak, 
and carriers news of the distant shore, 
of its brethren, the ancients, 
who have stood as mountainous beings 
existing beyond time.

Such souls are rooted, 
interconnected, 
through the soul of the earth--
that holds the record 
of their immovable forms.

Epilogue

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