Re-Membering Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too

(Inspired by the Teachings of Elizabeth A. Hin)

The sun shone on a crisp Fall day,
and the wind blew so that leaves
danced as old friends, and Eternal Lovers.

Even now the music plays in my head.
A drum beats steadily
as bells create joyful melodies of Grace.

It was then that many were reborn.
Reborn with the understanding
that Love is patience in the knowing
and feeling of humility, and compassion.

Many were re-born knowing
Love is all there is, and ever was.

And therefore it is no surprise
that today we find ourselves
amongst the fallen red/orange/yellow/green leaves
and gather them tenderly
as if they are our most precious possessions.

For these leaves represent
the passage of time---a settling,
an understanding, an appreciation of Grace.

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too
are surprised, really,
that we don’t re-member
to fully embrace the breath of our hearts.

 It is a breath as sweet as jasmine,
 as salty as an ocean breeze,
 as light and refreshing
 as the smell of trees when it rains.

 The breath is all things
 that allow us a new understanding of the old.

 We often have reason for celebration
 for we are ancient in our desire,
 in our faith, and our understanding.

 

And re-member, since the beginning of time
Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too

have said that
Peace is a pathway that lies
beneath each thought, feeling, and action.

Peace is an opportunity 

to create a world of tranquility
filled with hope, and manifested by healing.

 Peace is the smile of joy
 on a child’s face as she or he
 holds the hand of a grandparent
 and adoringly they say to eachother,
 I Love you!

 Peace is each of us re-visiting our anger
 and forgiving ourselves through Love.
 Peace is honoring the healing process
 and holding a space for the joy
 that can come after.

 Peace is each of us walking tranquilly
 with no guns, no weapons of mass destruction,
 and no more red buttons in the white house
 created to annihilate the world.

 Peace is hope, day and night
 illuminated by hard work, and the quest
 for cures of all the ills of our society.

 Peace is illuminated by each step into Grace
 and the reconciliation of differences
 that now serve to plant
 new seeds in our Universal Garden.

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too
are surprised, really,
 that we don’t re-member harmonics
 as the flowers of Grace which eternally
 have formed new bouquets of hope,
 of infinite healing, of courage,
 of solutions to age old challenges.

 These bouquets honor and salute
 our entire sentient family
 and reflect a unique understanding
 of the future of the Universe.

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too
are asking us to become
more aware of a special sense of order.

Rebirth, transformations,
endings, beginnings again, and again
remind us that there is always cause for celebration,
always an opportunity to expand our vision,
 and our hearts.

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too
are asking Us to pay more attention;
 to walk in the field of miracles,
 to embrace the newness of leaves
 fallen with hope, appreciation and courage.

 What if in this moment we imagine
 a potential new healing
 supported by angels, masters and spirit guides
 as well as trees, mountains, oceans,
 sea lions, eagles, doves, dolphins and whales.

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too
tell us that Truth is the constant re-minder
and the unearthing in the Now.
Truth is the intuition and courage
within each of us.

Truth is the desire to live, hope and dream
of  Love---of a tranquil world with opportunity,
healing, food, equity,
and the fulfillment of good dreams for all.

Truth is a new song created by the Symphony.
The chords are stronger, the harmony intensified.
Surety is the reality.
 Resistance too is a part of the Song.
Together it all becomes a Symphony of Love
within the passage of time.

Love is traveling through unknown pathways.
Love is with new purpose.
Love is with new meaning.
It is a song where fear is transformed
into hope with the courage to take
a solo of compassion created by humility.

The Symphony of Love creates a
New Infinite  that carries us beyond; in this time,
 and beyond, the beyond, the beyond!

Ancient Grandmothers and Grandfathers Too
remind us that Joy is in the be-ing,
 in the recognizing, in the acceptance of Love.
 As breathing creates the pathway
 for the journey of Love
 into new sound vibrations of Harmonic Grace.

 The sun shone on a crisp Fall day,
 and the wind blew so that leaves
 danced as old friends, and Eternal Lovers.

Ancient Grandmothers, and Grandfathers too
 are surprised; really,
 that we don’t re-member Harmonics
 as the flowers of Grace which Eternally
 have formed new bouquets of Hope,
 of Infinite Healing, of Courage, of Love
 and Solutions to Age Old Challenges.

Please, Breathe Deeply and Re-member!

 (c) Miss Mellie Rainbow aka Melony McGant
 10/29/07

Peace is Possible through Compassion, Forgiveness, Kindness, Mercy and Love!