Morning Star's Light
Morning Star's Light: A collection of spiritual & inspirational prose, soul art, & photography.
Last Updated 8/22/10. New post on Spiritual Blog—The Journey. (A spiritual parable)
Your Heart's Reflection
When you look into the heavens each night, just before you find your rest, you see a million stars and galaxies shining overhead. Through their reflection you see your heart—that holds all of the dreams that you have, all the love you have to give. Your light glistening in the midnight heavens of the infinite heart.
For everything is a mirror for everything else, and all the beauty inside you is reflected in each star and each mountain lake. They are waiting for you to drink from the cup that you've been given—that is the light that glistens within you. This light is waiting to find its emergence and truth one day, through every small step that is taken, and every word uttered from your soul and heart's truth.
You cannot see inside you, into the deep recesses of your being, and that is why Great Spirit has placed around you the beauty of this earth, to mirror to you your dreams and the beauty and light that exists as you. All of this is contained inside your heart—that is as infinite as the ocean, as bountiful as the sun that shines, and as serene as the song bird who make his morning call for you to open and awaken. You are, in each day, invited to give birth to who you are, and to let the rainbow of starlight kisses touch your soul, and help you to know the glory that is unveiled as you open up your heart and give your starlight, and gifts, the opportunity to shine and be called forth.
For everything is a mirror for everything else, and all the beauty inside you is reflected in each star and each mountain lake. They are waiting for you to drink from the cup that you've been given—that is the light that glistens within you. This light is waiting to find its emergence and truth one day, through every small step that is taken, and every word uttered from your soul and heart's truth.
You cannot see inside you, into the deep recesses of your being, and that is why Great Spirit has placed around you the beauty of this earth, to mirror to you your dreams and the beauty and light that exists as you. All of this is contained inside your heart—that is as infinite as the ocean, as bountiful as the sun that shines, and as serene as the song bird who make his morning call for you to open and awaken. You are, in each day, invited to give birth to who you are, and to let the rainbow of starlight kisses touch your soul, and help you to know the glory that is unveiled as you open up your heart and give your starlight, and gifts, the opportunity to shine and be called forth.
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Wilderness of Words
As I sit by the waters edge, a stream of words flow to me that are inspired by the beauty of the earth's surround—that feeds my soul. The words drip like raindrops from some unknown source, that is far above my own consciousness. I drink from its inspiration, and allow a flood of words to spill onto a blank page.
The soft petals of a cherry tree, filled with blossom, stirs, and its flowers are cast forth by the wind, and seem to find their way to my lap. Like silken pages of a book, they open and turn in the breeze, I see their blessing and recognize their message. The muse brings to me a gift of love, through words that fall from my tongue as inspiration from the heavens. They seek out their vehicle in each one of us, and on this day I am their vessel—as these words flow from my lips, and find their they destination—the pages set before me.
My hope is to be open to receive these inspirations that emerge from the still quiet voice within me, whose voice is not entirely my own. My intent is to simply bring the rosebuds of the heavens to the earth, and allow them to mingle with the light of my soul, and thus create an elixir—that once drunk could provide the alchemy that uplifts my own heart, and inspires another to pick up their pen and find their own words, to inspire another.
In this task, I am, however, reminded that to catch the rainbow of inspiration means to remain forever anchored to the momentary presence of soul, and to always listen to one's heart. This ensures that I may never be seduced by the form that such words take, or become trapped by expectation of outcomes—that the world of form inevitably creates. My task is simply to catch the words like feathers falling from the sky; to direct their flow, express them, and send them on their way to whatever destination is ordained for them. And then, for me, to simply let go, of their creations.
The satisfaction this task may bring, arises simply from the knowing that I was but a small part of the pathway that such words take. I was simply blessed to be a vessel, through which wild things passed on their journey home. I was blessed to have such words touch my heart with joy, and return hope to my soul.
The soft petals of a cherry tree, filled with blossom, stirs, and its flowers are cast forth by the wind, and seem to find their way to my lap. Like silken pages of a book, they open and turn in the breeze, I see their blessing and recognize their message. The muse brings to me a gift of love, through words that fall from my tongue as inspiration from the heavens. They seek out their vehicle in each one of us, and on this day I am their vessel—as these words flow from my lips, and find their they destination—the pages set before me.
My hope is to be open to receive these inspirations that emerge from the still quiet voice within me, whose voice is not entirely my own. My intent is to simply bring the rosebuds of the heavens to the earth, and allow them to mingle with the light of my soul, and thus create an elixir—that once drunk could provide the alchemy that uplifts my own heart, and inspires another to pick up their pen and find their own words, to inspire another.
In this task, I am, however, reminded that to catch the rainbow of inspiration means to remain forever anchored to the momentary presence of soul, and to always listen to one's heart. This ensures that I may never be seduced by the form that such words take, or become trapped by expectation of outcomes—that the world of form inevitably creates. My task is simply to catch the words like feathers falling from the sky; to direct their flow, express them, and send them on their way to whatever destination is ordained for them. And then, for me, to simply let go, of their creations.
The satisfaction this task may bring, arises simply from the knowing that I was but a small part of the pathway that such words take. I was simply blessed to be a vessel, through which wild things passed on their journey home. I was blessed to have such words touch my heart with joy, and return hope to my soul.