The Monk's feet
make almost no sound
in the early morning mist
I listen for music of ankle bells
Buddha, Krishna, Jesus
and all those who traverse
the sacred path of God

Together we walk....
One Golden Buddha
blessing trees, horses
and the hawk screeching
over tall Florida pines

Breathing in sun and moon
the Universe rushes though
our veins
and smiles so gloriously
on compassionate faces
rising beyond pain, desires,
suffering, sorrows
of the temporal world

A kind smile planted
in weathered furrows
of your heart

coax a bit of sweetness
arouse the natural

pink warmth
beneath frozen vineyards
and harried faces of men

on this blithe and bonny
first Spring day
the blessed, benevolent
of  St. Francis
graces our garden

Naughty Bougainvillea
their gypsy red burgundy parasols
like Creole maidens
from New Orlean French Quarters
their wild beauty
adorns Floridian gardens and
ocean courtyards

But, they are no match for
the Queenly Gardenia
Her soft, ivory, alabaster bosom
exudes a scent found only in Paradise
As she unfolds her exquisite, royal,
Saraswati petals
I wait blushing with bated anticipation
for a whiff of Heaven itself

Arms of the velveteen night
are filled with stars and dreams

Wistfully I peer from my rose bay window
wandering gypsy soul
breathe in His luminous embrace
He will never forsake you

Our sapphire companion
hears our earnest prayers
a thousand shooting stars
flying fast towards
Heaven's doorstep

Long suffering tears
turn to dew in the moonlight
kisses like fireflies
alight on our tremulous lips

And evening winds
ardently whisper.....

"I Love You"

I would like to share a very beautiful experience that happened recently.
Yesterday, I went food shopping, as I left the supermarket, a strong wind washed over me like the sweet breath of God. It felt refreshing and rejuvenating after the frantic energy of the supermarket.

Then, quite distinctly on the soft wings of the wind I heard my name whispered "Sonya". I looked up at the pearlescent, grayish blue skies, wondering who was calling me so mysteriously.

I didn't think anything more about this, later asking my hubby if he was thinking of me around 5pm. He said he was thinking of calling me, so I thought maybe I picked up on his thoughts.

Last night, after anointing myself with essential oil camphor, I fell asleep chanting the Swapneshwari mantra. Around dawn I had the following mystical dream:

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The Sadhana of God's Love
is a blissful employment
from rising sunlit tides of dawn
to iridescent dusk

my hymn floods

the rubescent horizon

Spending time with You,

Divine Self

soothes the furrowed brow

heals the broken heart

Lilac shadows steal through the 
Prayer room

delicate footprints
Gods and Goddesses
make their presence

Happily I ignite 
warm, inviting glow
candlight and camphor incense

while settling down softly
 the blue meditation chair

my gaze ascends 

venerated, timeless vedic scriptures
beautiful words, fragrant pinions

waft through the universe
recalling God's majesty and glory


Your myriad names and leelas 

a glorious testament, celebration
to all that is good and virtuous

across my japa mala

anointing body, mind and spirit

with true peace

Gossamer wings brush
past my flushed face
shimmering in the quicksilver luminosity

I feel You so radiantly near

Yes, it is possible
with dedicated devotion
and spiritual practice
for us to experience the
ineffable Presence of God

My days are numbered...
the body casts a shadow
across the lustrous face
of Time

Soon I will fall,
silent pendulum
into Your celestial arms
a Lotus petal
drifting down from heaven

Swollen tears crash against
golden fish swim in limpid, rippling
black iris pools of my eyes

And the wild throbbing of
my soul
cannot contain
this love that
soars unfettered, undying

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