in her cloak of royal blue

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She nudges us, in her cloak of royal blue ~ he is laughing at the Fire too.....

I know it's strange but this is the way things are ~ life is a circle with out separation

Where ever she walks the roses are blooming......you thought god came through jesus ~

but I tell you god was already here  ~ Living as all things ~ She knows this and thats why she could make love to god ~ and complete the circle

when you wake up ~ in the darkness of winter ~ light a candle and pray to remember ~ she will come in all her holy forms

Mother of all that is

calling through silence across the great distance  between our hearts

when we are broken open in the eye of all that is

and all that is left is the pain

of knowing everything, all the way back to the beginning of time

the path grows clearer

beloved

you cannot reach me here in this place that is the forever beauty of our one soul

 to find me you must take off your clothes and walk forward into the sacred fire naked and alone

I'm not calling you names I am crying for you to come home.......if you could see me with out

the judgment you have towards yourself ~ you would see

We are the Light of the World

and

the Womb of all Creation

~ there is no one else


I am the Gate and the Gate Keeper


welcome home pilgrim

the angels are laughing


Poem By Shelley Sophia Crawford 2011

Posted on May 6, 2019 and filed under Prose from me Muse.