A Message from the Universe

How often you say,
with every look away
the stare toward the screen,
a message projected out;
this is not enough.

All riches abound,
and calls to connect,
yet there it is again,
signal loud and clear;
this is not enough.

Striding onward,
ignorant to see,
choosing not to hear,
what you’re really saying
this is not enough.

The longing you feel,
the thirst to be quenched,
kept below the fear you
so fiercely protect with distraction;
that you are not enough.

Dive deeply within, go beyond,
by seeing me you see you
reflected back, and you are there to love.
You are there to cradle the innocent child that you are.

You are enough child and it is time for you to know.

You have always been enough and so have they, and there is nothing you could ever do or say to change that fact.

You are enough.

You are the riches of the cosmic dance of stars, that shine outward in all ways.

Breathe in and know it to be true.

Let the star live within you.

By Sharon

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It’s time to be thankful

Let’s take a moment to thank the spirit realm, universe, and your soul
for the signs we see.

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Painting by Justyna Kopania

For the feather that crosses your path,
the repeating numbers littering your day with special moments
222, 444 and 555 and on extra magical days it’s 11:11 as well.

For a smiling face floating toward you,
or a private message from a distant friend saying;
out of the blue, they thought of you.

Let’s be thankful for the hug that lingers,
and the message perfectly aligned with what you were already thinking.

It’s such a common place to ask, requesting this and that,
receiving signs yet it’s never enough
so asking again, again and again.

Let it be enough today
for the signs already seen,
and just say thanks.

Signs received,
Loud and clear.

by Sharon Cavill

A Question of Awakening.

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as I gather up the trash laid bare before me,
buried in the rubble of my old bones.

Hugging, holding, loving,
finally accepting and seeing truth
as all dissolves in the light of one passing,
and all I thought to be real
exists no longer, and through love
a new reality emerges.

New yet ancient,
and all my fears existed not.
If only I’d known to flip the coin
and behold the other side
as truth
but that was further than my reach,
as the voices of masses grew loud
and years ticked by like the second hand on a big round clock.

Alive dead reborn, alive dead born
it was all the same as misery
entrenched us.
The decision to awaken always there
as we flailed in the dark
not knowing how or why
or even that a light switch was so near.

By Sharon C

 

Something gone astray

healing-love-poetry-poem-spiritual-awakening-spiritual-awakening-wake-up-self-love-relationships.How do we forget so easily

a love that is for us?

We remember what we need to do

and say and be and get.

Yet loving us seems too far fetched,

or hard or something bad.

But it isn’t til we’ve gone astray

and become desperate in our days,

that love finds our heart decayed

believed void of any light.

Yet it’s been dimmed due to neglect,

and years spent shunned in shame,

still never let your mind tell you

that it’s too late for love to show.

For it’s love within that knows

it’s been there all along.

And now it’s time to take a hand

and follow down the path,

for where this track leads you to

is bliss bursting from within.

By Sharon Cavill

 

 

 

The Light Lives On – but it’s not out there.

rob-gonsalves-amazing-artwork-self-realization-healing-love-wake-up-awakening-source-despairI felt a great sense of relief today when I remembered that the answers I seek are not out there. And it only takes an instant, a moment of holy realisation to drop the search and shift the focus.

No amount of perseverance, no job, no special love, no war won, no goal reached will bring me the feelings that I seek. Because what I seek doesn’t live out there. Out there is the mirror for which I can grasp at and reach to all I like, but I cannot bring it nearer.

I must stop clutching at hollow reflections and start sinking back into their source. And that source is me. It’s all of us, yet we cannot do it for another. We must do it for ourselves.

We must cease to judge and silence our condemnations, and turn ourselves around instead, all of the way, until all that we see are ourselves.

To deeply see ourselves are where the riches lie. But they don’t appear as riches as we might have hoped. For all we seek is hidden under a veil of pain, anguish and despair. But it is there. And it is worth it. Do not be fooled by the layering upon layering of mud, each one serving only to distract us, urging us to glare outwardly once more.

Do not be so easily perturbed and tricked into outward expression of inner pain. Sink deeper, well below the smokescreen we’ve built to hide what we’ve forgotten was ever there at all.

Sink deeper friend and so shall I. And if one of us forgets and peers outward for a moment, remind me kindly, for that which I seek is for me to find and always within reach.

For it never really left and lives patiently within.

By Sharon Cavill

 

 

 

The Gift Awaits Us.

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The gifts the Earth parades for us,

fall silently far from sight.

All that ails, she’s there to cure,

as she begs to ease the minds of many.

Yet we push and pull and complain away,

and miss the show, the majestic dance,

of wind and rain and water spirits,

each beckoning our pain away.

The over identified persona we use

to push away the hearts of those,

we declare too different to us.

And there we sit hidden within

the walls that confine and limit our mind,

preventing us from ever truly,

meeting ourselves.

By Sharon Cavill

 

A Soul’s Call

My Ego paints a future that’s bright,

while hastily ushering me away,

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and I sleepily follow it’s lead.

Yet quiet whispers from a gentle spirit,

remains to send the call.

Left behind so many times before,

yet continuing Her gracious wait,

forever in the quiet.

And when I finally reach for Her,

She’ll be softly,

deep within.

 

With love,

Sharon

 

For the Brave ones

We hide from who we really are,

yet if only we were brave,

we’d discover what we really are;

is all we ever need.

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We’d answer every call for love,

whatever package was delivered,

so longing feelings could subside,

along with hate and anger and greed.

Only then the tides’ll truly turn,

gently forming something grand,

cause the power is and always was,

forever in your hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Words about a Star

Always remember,

you are a sacred Star unfolding,

discovering itself.

And just as you are that,

so am I.

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And just as we are that,

so are all others.

Yes all others,

no matter what.

Some unfold graciously,

and others quite horrendously,

but nonetheless,

and I mean truly nonetheless;

Stars unfolding.

 

 

 

Time to Forgive

How easily we forget,

that to forgive

is but for you.

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For the only one that holds the pain,

the memory, the rage within,

is just you in your reality.

 

You know it’s true,

that it’s not up to them,

to love yourself enough;

 

to utter the words inside of you;

I forgive, I forgive, I forgive.