A Poem on My Long Absense

Thank You For Visiting This Garden

It has been so long

I've gone

The ground astir

With other seeds

The silent birds,

No words

Yet some still linger

Or pass by

And ever over angels fly

There is no silence

Lasting long

That does not hide

A robin's song

And those of us

Who dissapear

From time to time

From blogosphere

Will sometimes flit by again

Wondering and fragmentary

With a new Poem in our hands...

YOUR SOUL IS THE ANGEL INSIDE YOU

Your Soul is the Angel inside you

she sees through your eyes

she comes to experience life in human form

through you, she experiences love

she experiences beauty

When you feed the Soul, you are feeding an Angel

when you feed her, she will serve you well

the angel of the soul thrives on beauty

oceans of water, forests of trees

gardens, parks, and wilderness

Your Soul is the Angel inside you

she sees through your eyes

she loves through your hands

she lives through your heart

feed her well

Star Saint Claire, March 15, 2012, San Diego

An Open Letter To "One Million Moms"

There are not a million of you. And good moms do not teach their children to hate. Hate is un-Christian. Christians follow Christ's teachings. Christ said DO NOT JUDGE, and LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Christ never once addressed the issue of same-sex relationships. Even if you believe it is a sin to be gay, remember, according to your own Book, LOVE COVERS A MULTITUDE OF SINS.

The Gay people you have attacked lately, Ellen, Carson, and Chas, are kinder, gentler, more compassionate, more generous, and doing more good in the world (therefore putting more God in the world)  than any one of you and all of you together.

Stop Hating. Choose Loving. And remember: BLESSED ARE THE PEACEMAKERS...

A Letter To The World

September 11
(a song)

In my heart I wrote a letter to the world
it sounds sad to say I wrote it with my tears
but I did

And I know that there are those who die in wars
and I know that children go to bed unfed
it makes me sad
it makes me mad

And there are some who say There Is No God
did we forget he gave the world to us?
if you do bad you will have bad,
if you do good you will have good,
Hey, hey, this is a story we're all writing!

In my heart I wrote a letter to the world
it sound sad to say I wrote it with my tears
but I did
and then it disappeared...


Star Saint Claire, September 11, 2011

Dance, Chaz Bono, Dance With the Stars!

This is sad. In a world that's falling down, where we ordinary peacemakers struggle to keep some semblance of humanity in daily life, even if just common courtesy, a large so called Christian group has nothing better to do than call for a boycott of the American TV show "Dancing With the Stars."

Because of the show's inclusion of Chaz Bono, Cher's daughter turned endearing son, and Carson Kressely, a fabulously sweet gay man, onemillionmomsdotcom is reported as saying, "Christians should not watch the show, no excuses." (if you do, they'll smack you in the crotch with a ruler, i imagine...)

(and anyway, these kinds of persnickety "Christians" should already SO NOT be watching that skimpily costumed, lust inducing show...)

Chaz Bono and Carson Kressely have the same heart, soul, mind, humanity, intelligence, as any of us, and probably MORE compassion, considering the hate they face, and the arduous struggle endured to become who they are.

Our teacher said, Do not judge. Our teacher went about doing good. Our teacher brought life, light and hope. The only ones he judged were the religious types, NEVER the common person. Remember Mary Magdalene?

Stop showing us what you are against, and start showing us your LOVE. Perhaps then, more will believe.

Trouble Comes When...

Trouble comes when the mind runs ahead of the soul. The soul is patient, gentle, orderly, methodical. The mind is a whirlwind. Yes, at times the soul flits and flies, grasping bits of beauty in the air, but mostly the soul is a quietly flowing stream.

To wait for the soul makes the mind impatient. Yet if we can train the mind to accompany the rhythm of the soul there will be harmony, and together we will create greatness.

Dear readers, what say you? How do we slow our minds?

Life is Not a Problem!

Lately, with the state of the world, construction noise on our apartment house (and perhaps Uranus retrograde!?), I have been having a harder time keeping my mind from fear and stress.

In answer to my pain my Wise Self says:

LIFE IS NOT A PROBLEM TO BE SOLVED, BUT AN ADVENTURE TO BE LIVED.

What, dear readers, makes you feel more alive, more adventurous?

What Would You Have This Child You Love To Know?

A woman walks down the street carrying a jug of water.
Her mind is troubled by things occurring to her
and by things happening on earth.

An angel says to God,
What would you have this child you love to know?

And God says,
I would wish this child I love to be thankful for the good, clean water in her hands.

I would wish her to feel the cool breeze, and know it is my breath.

That each person she passes has a sun, moon, and star inside,
just as the sun, moon, and star within herself.

I would wish this child I love not to think about problems,
but to fill her mind with beauty, hope, and peace.

To see the flowers and butterflies, the shadows of trees, the flight of birds.

I would wish her to hear the song of birds,
 and know it is my voice.
To smell the jasmine in the air,
 and know it's my perfume.
To see the sky
 and know that all is well.

To breathe,
and know that breath is grace.



Star Saint Claire  7/7/11, San Diego, CA

Balancing Act

A bird flies from the ground to a small branch, and lands.
The branch wobbles. Whoa, thinks the bird, maybe I made a mistake.
Then he finds his balance. The bird looks around, content.
He begins to sing.
The twig shakes again. So he stops.
The bird sees something in the grass, and dives down.
The grass is as tall as trees. He can't see past it.
But he can eat.
Everything, the flying, the eating, even the balancing, seems like hard work.
Only in brief moments is he perfectly balanced.

We may not always be balanced.
But we are always who we are - a person, or a bird.







Star Saint Claire, May, 2011, San Diego

The Sky is Blue?

The sky is blue. it seems incontrovertible. yet. one could say with equal authority the sky is gray. white. orange. depending on the weather and the time of day, right? shall we disagree about this and kill one another over it? i think not.

maybe we can agree on this: the sky is the sky. the sky is.

and what of God? so many pretending to know, convinced they know, who he likes and who he hates and what he is and how and where. if we disagree, shall we kill one another over the color of God? the name of God?

maybe we can agree. God is God. God is good. God is.

as a peacemaker i am so weary of the fighting, the wars, the arguments, the opinions, the ideology some are willing to kill for. i feel like giving up. what will happen if all the peacemakers give up?

just now i feel qite zen about this. even if i give up, the sky will still be the sky. and God will still be God.