Re-Membering Ancient Grandmothers
----Inspired by the Teachings of Elizabeth A. Hin
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 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 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.
The Ancient Grandmothers 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
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 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 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 Harmonic
that carries us beyond; in this time,
and beyond, the beyond, the beyond!
Ancient Grandmothers 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
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,
and solutions to age old challenges.
-----Miss Mellie Rainbow
10/29/07
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