Incarnation

I stand here in the center, eyes wide open ,
seeing much more than the four corners of myself.

I am a child , brave ,seeking new adventure
I am a child, trusting the Universe and its mystery. 
I am a child with an open heart knowing the world to be kind.

I am a child . . .

There is a lot to be discovered.



Lark

From Lady Jane

The soul takes flight
to the world that is invisible . . .
and there arriving  . . .
She is sure of bliss , and forever dwells in paradise.

Essence

I know now, it is not you who I seek ,
but the beautiful Universe within you.

I have reached for you , and found an emptiness ,
a sorrow and longing for something I thought I could not have .

In my awakening, I find that what I seek in you is in me , and mine to keep.
It is the beautiful Universe calling me home.

You are the mirror.

Now I see the reflection.

I know that I am perfect just as I am.

More so with out you.
I set you free . .. to discover that which is within you that I see.



Namaste

     Lark

Life

My recent hike in the Grand Canyon
reminded me of why I love to hike and why I love to write.
Oh yeah . . . and why I love to ski !!!!!

These thing's fill me with such a grace that I can not explain ,
 not even with all the beautiful word's in all the language's.

What I can say is that I feel as if this beautiful Universe
is channeling through me.

And in these moment's , I wish to be no where else but
just exactly where I am.
These moment's ....some times take my breath away.

And so , as a new friend Jim said ,

''It's easier with the grandeur of the Canyon and place's like it '',
but you can be in the moment anywhere anytime .''

This I will continue to work on.

But in all of this ''mean'' time , moment to moment,
I will continue to enjoy and love my hikes and my writing
and I hope you do too.

With love ,
Trish , Lark , M'Larky

Grand Canyon

Returning
from the Great Mother's womb.
I am renewed.

Finding peace
in this cavernous tomb ,
my oasis.

This Goddess Canyon
has filled me

with her rivers and stream's,

her crisp blue ski ,

her ancient wall's of wisdom ,

her sunlight and her star's.

Until all that is left of me
 is this luminous love of the canyon ,

and a knowledge . . .

that I am so much more
than I was before.


Lark

Just so

Winter's day light fades
into darkness like a prayer.
Sacred light , sacred night.

Spires of conifer
tower on a gentle horizon.

Opalescence silently lingers
in peach apricot and mauve.

Icicle's hang like stelactite's
from this enchanted cottage
that I stare out of ,into
that other world that I too am a part of.

Makes no difference where I am
inside or out ....I belong just exactly here.

Lark

Shadow

Some love the bright light of the sun.
I prefer the light of the forest.

The light dance's over and through the tree's ,
casting a magic spell . . .  turning what ever it touches into shadow .

Light and dark ,each surrendering to the other .

It invites us in to the other world.

A world of sparkeling light beams and darkness
A place  of timlessness ..
A place to get lost in ,
away from  all earthly cares.

Lark