( If you want to be in their heart tomorrow, be in their life today.)  

Touch the cornerstone of parenthood, love them with fervent  
Open hearted dedication.  As a mother or father, only you can give them the      
Upbringing they need, the understanding of themselves. Just love them and
Caress their souls with inspiration.  Help them to achieve their dreams ,
Holding nothing back.  Live for them and enjoy the contentment of parenthood;

And when they grow up and are ready to spread their wings and fly, don't
Negate their desires.  Love is all about letting go, share space, then
Do the right thing by them.  Do not raise them co-dependent but sane    

Guide them and teach them self assurance and self acceptance  
Only you can guide them lovingly, so bless them, everyday.

We are graced with a gift and it is to be unwrapped, every morning
as gentle as the peeling of the light when it falls upon the gloaming
unravel the day like a present of love, boxed in the shape of a heart
it is the promise of life that gives you, another day another chance;
Walk in the path of beauty gather the flowers you find on the way  
fill your arms with scented holdings and be brave come what may
those tokens of affection are the presents of your daily romance
they are the jewels that deduce, another day another chance
Winds of change are coming and we need to stay afloat for now
run towards the things that make you feel sane and sweet alive  
unravel the day like a present of love from the past and live,  
its the trinket of worth that bestows, another day another chance
We are graced with the gift of today and so I hope you dance,
I pray for you that you give life, another day , another chance.

When we are done lingering in this world of ours
we'll walk  up the road to that place of sanction
where the ocean will meet our bloom with a smile  
bringing thoughts of sisterhood and brother time  
We will link arm to arm and glide onto the shore
rolling small pebbles in the palm of our hands
Sandy dreams of health will not elude us nor be hazy    
in this world of sound life, like velvet to our ears
We will run and not perish nor ever be lonely or crave
in this world that once launched rocket ships to stars ;
We will now send our hearts to the moon,  
and all of this for the sake of love, yes its coming soon
the day of reckoning is over, the elements of truth are clear  
we will be saved, as health and prosperity draws near.
And so be it, says the last Namaste  
Your Mystic Rose :)

She peeked through the keyhole espying a messy cool lair  
she ate up the tiniest bowl she could find      
disheveled, disarrayed, disordered were they with wild hair  

She chose a tiny seat and turned a bears world upside down  
smash went the wood, and he howled    
grungy, grimy and grubby were they and sadly they frowned

She cleaned up there mess though she caused them distress
come the night, the little wee bed fit just right
muddled, mussed and mussy were they but also such bless  

She learned how to live in a world full of bears in plain sight  
though she called them all "dears, "
it was the baby bear she called, beautiful, beloved and bright
t

The candles are extinguished today and the crucifix covered in black
for the One whos life was once bludgeoned with ignorance and greed
As He readied for heaven, he took each heavy Pontus whack
for sake of a world that could not accept nor believe, His Holy Creed

Some repented while others shouted profanities and ignored His tears
as He carried the Cross towards His final resting place, He slowly wept  
the sky, grueling  dark unbending, did not shed the rain nor smear  
while His laced up sandals  walked the sand without God's intercept
  
"But If I, With The Finger Of God," He once implied before he died  
but this was not to be, for the Son of God belonged to man's transfix  
He walked through throngs and herds as he closed the great divide  
they watched, as clustered  Halos grew around His bloodied Crucifix

But If I, With The Finger Of God could wipe away His pain
be more then just a writer recalling His death with ink and quill
The world would be changed as I know it, and He would Reign  
Yes He is the One who died but also, the One they could not ****.

I believe I fell asleep last year at the cusp of a new agenda.
As a new virus took root, I found myself eradicated from society
in a way I never imagined.
All of a sudden instead of immersing myself in music and dance
and coffee talk chats,  I found myself immersed in diluted contact
such as social distancing and Zoom;

mother-in-law dies
so does my bird named, Ringo
we bury them both
  
The same day we bury our Gloucester canary in the backyard,
we buried my mother in law, as I partook in a family funeral
miles away from home, I realized that the sun non-selectively
continued to shine no matter what .  So much has happened
in such a short span, I feel it is out of my hands.  


six months later
still waiting for the vaccine,  
life can be so mean

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw

Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life  
one single moment unstitched pulled out of time
we'd begin to see that death is only a silent passage
and we need not bear the loss alone,    
The memories of our coverlet years of love
will drive us home *  
Perchance, mayhap, we can take it by the hand like a seer,  
"we were born to exist and disappear"  said the Mysticeer  
and I for one believe that death is the encoding of life;  
The silver threads of Mercy are weaved inside God's blanket
big enough to warm each widow, grieving parent, and child
As long as we love well, while we are still here,  
death cannot take away our loved ones, nor their time on earth.

In Love And Light, Your Mystic Rose

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw

In the hollowed hush of heaven the whisper of a soul
and in the lit up room of stars an angel's karmic face  
Two feathered wings aloft deliverance her goal
while one is seized on earth, the other portal graced

An otiose moon assembled a duty of the night
shadows of the 5th dimension casting in the light
prying dreams of splendor identity of life
immortal as the sun her beauty, sharp as knife

Relinquishing the feel of metal grates and pain
she soon portends her destiny before she goes insane
we need to catch that train she whispers in her ear
and suddenly she's up floating without fear

In the hollowed hush of heaven, an angel talks to God
while a stretcher is removed, the sky turns white to chalk
two feathers wings of might she doesn't need a ****
volte faced attuned and free she flies, to new EPOC .

One day we'll all go to the other side of the world
where the moon is launched near the stars unfurled  
We will assemble in the hubble of the milky way
and find no trace of earthly bodies in this mainstay;
We will hover inside the palindrome of heaven's loft
restructure like dancing orbs of light, bouncing off
the walls of the sky, born to never be born or die;
One day we will escape this crusty earth of touch
and leave for a place where we don't need a thing
No surgical headlights to see the cavity of man
no scalpel to fix a little girl named, Marianne
We will find our loved ones smiling on the other side
they will be the hinges on the door that leads inside
Exhilarated and free we will shine softly in the night.
as if we were the only light aglow, far and out of site .

A rose bud of beauty appears on the scene scented full of essence
two cellophane wings clinging to the petals of a sweetie floret
life becomes new again as spring resurges with sunlit liquescence
Springtime jewels enhanced by the blaze of a  salubrious ray  
glitters of the morning placing us among the living once again    
acquiescent rebirth, we can finally envision a beautiful day
Baseball fields, cracking bats and whooping laughter glances  
children playing in fields of flowers restored, revived, alive  
park bench kisses,  moonlit walks and balcony romances    
Soon the days will seem much longer, as we stroll delightful
wildlife will re-echo her song, and we'll feel  powerful ,
once again.

Bridges of the past crossing my mind
reminding me of leisure rides, once  mine
While a fine fine sun coated my yearning desires  
I flew into the stormy spaces of a wide open world;
Polka dot dresses, sunglasses of yellow
Elizabeth Arden lipstick and lemonade kisses
You were always at my side, tanned and beautiful
crisp and fresh like linen by the sea ...

Sandcastle dreams and sailboat rides
beneath the boardwalk, promises made with pride
Junctions, intersections, passages never to be reversed
I recall soaking in the stars, cradled in the sand  
swaddled with the cautery and charms;

A bridge was crossed, and when I count
the things I've lost,  
you come to mind,
a ship at sea, searching for its ghost.

The sing song tales of yesterday
are flying bits of paper to the wind
the feelings and emotions attached
run deep, but they do rescind
Into the realms of my mind they go
both processed and refined
I am the diamond of God's grind
so better take care of the girl inside
I think I should start, by being kind

May the butterflies of this world return to us once more
when the spring provides her heat we will no longer hide
Eastern winds of far away lands flying in unknown shores
their cellophane wings of light need to return and chide  
Once they adorned our many flowers here in Canada
now they are a memory of yesterday's summer gaze
I cling to the hope that tomorrow I won't need algebra
to count the flutter of their wings, like yonder days
I'll know them by the colors of their flight and groove
that April has arrived with her rainy cascade  
all the trees will suspire as they soften their moves  
garnished once again, with butterflies of every shade
I know that when the season wakes we are going to see
Monarchs, European skippers, and frosted elfin too
as the warmer shades and colors meld into the sea
we will begin to spot the pupas, and butterflies anew.

I hear the music of the night, and as the angels  begin to sigh  
the last ribbons of light fall loose across my path
God , vigilant illusionist of all times
as you scry the moon for me tonight, the stars  
align themselves, and the Universe thrums  in solvent time;  
Dios, incarnate flash and glimmer of my soul,  
legionnaire of all mankind, you draw me to your heaven  
as if I were a mere reflection of the stars I see tonight.

Quote: Stretch out your hand, move through me, write with me  

Hand of light has He who lives inside and all around our girth,
And when he touches us we feel like children of the light  
No greater power on earth exists then the radiant beam of Christ
Deliverer of truth and wisdom He's the power behind our every
Step.  A stretch of the hand and the sea calms down a laying of his

Opus works and the world is ours. Speak softly to him for He is your  
Featherweight friend of old, He's a Father full of radiance and gold    

Lift your eyes to him and ask for a sunbeam from his Holy heart
Invite Him into your home and sup with Him at the font of night
Give Him every chance on earth to be part of your life's journey
He is the sunlit One who never stops to radiate love to everyone
Tell Him all your hopes and fears, I assure you, He's the one...

IS IT ME YOUR LOOKING FOR ?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Btk5ERwGpSk

She sang to me a song forgotten from very long ago
time stood still and I was nine, in the kitchen nook
watching her hands as they rolled the dough
her voice, soft as a summer brook

Fifty years later on my pillow I heard her voice  
neither here nor there, from the house of the dead  
came an echo of our time, she got into my head  
to let me know she knew I had no choice;

I fell asleep to the tune of yesterday's refrain
recalling her feathered golden broach    
A blue moon smiled from the other plane
and bathed me in light like summer rain,  

and while I slept I was overtook  
by a lyrical sound, soft as a summer brook.

Some Cinderella's end up with glass slippers
others inherit breakable petals inside a rose heart
When duty calls most of them query to unanswered prayer
it is no wonder with time, they all become dragon slayers

Some sweep ashes and clean rugs until the day they die
others come to realize they matter and slowly begin to fly
Stage coach dreams bull-whackers and conductors
if they don't break out soon, they will need a doctor

Evil step mothers and brutal step fathers
they all turn out to be dutiful good daughters
some Cinderella's get to go to the ball
some, well they never leave home at all

I remember well those eyes that sparkled every year on Valentines day
mom would adorn the dining area with red tablecloths and fresh flowers
A beloved Cupid kept vigil by the kitchen window as she shooed us away        
from the melt in your mouth cupcake ganache, too soon to be devoured

Music streamed from an old radio, Barbra crooning to "The way Were"
dishes set side by side, while her Fleur De Rocaille wafted in like a blur    
dad clean shirted and thankful bowed his head in prayer to St. Valentine,
Patron Saint Of Love, after all it was his day and so we drank a little wine

Years later when she died each Valentine's day dad brought home cupcakes  
we would sit around the table and recall the years she would bake like a gem  
it was a tradition we didn't have the heart to destroy, so we did partake
every year, as if she were still here. When the rose died, I saved the stem

I remember her smile and the way she celebrated every moment of the day,  
Cupid gets put away every year but he always returns, it was mom's way.

Feb 19m 2021

Baroness of grace with a rose in your hair  
you walked in beauty  like the light of day      
your  delicate perfume was springtime air  
it scented every corner ,  of your sway    
The newborn flowers strewn across your stare    
hunger for the ***** of a gardeners way  
back in the day when you lived with the Baron  
you bloomed each August like the Rose of Sharon  

But now he has gone to a far away place      
where angels are holding him close to their wing    
As  violets bloom where once he did trace,    
his lips to the touch of your gold signet ring      
you hunger for kisses to cover your face            
but your young youthful lover no longer sings      
He's flown up in heaven where angel's adore    
and spring lasts forever beyond heaven's door  
  
Springtime is here and its bringing no strife  
perhaps you can find a new love of your own  
he's gone to the angels, it cuts like a knife    
adolescent love blown away from your home    
the roses are blooming again bringing life  
to a young Baroness with no need to atone  
Baroness of grace with a rose in your heart,    
spring is calling, now you must do your part.  

Feb. 18, 2021

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H82CTxGn_pw

Crystal blue thoughts meticulously woven inside
colorful banners of love,  Hidden in every crease
of our souls the longing for peace and unity ..
Gather your courage my people and be strong
for as the waters of life anoint, so does the Holy
One.   (breathe)
When one prays one is never parched and never in
need for much. Breathe in the beauty of the mountains
and the beauty of the sea. Listen with your heart
and you will hear the song of freedom closing near .
Scented incense at the edge of a window, smoking
through mirrored glass, the true image of the self.
(breathe)

When I grow old I will laugh much and tell bad jokes
wear my clothes inside out and drink Pepsi not Coke  
then I'll go out and play skip rope, with the kiddies
and visit a shelter who has lots of cats and kitties
When I grow old I'll get a new set of teeth for munch
hide an apple under my bed, in case I need to crunch
I will wear my hair red so all my enemies can drop dead
paint my eyes baby blue, when I have nothing else to do;
When I grow old I'll silence my airs and perk up my pair
strut my stuff all over the place, yes I got things to wear
all  purple, bold and beautiful like me and made of gold  
the memory may fade but my heart, will not grow old
when I grow old I will laugh much and tell bad jokes,  
wear my clothes inside out, with a couple of cloaks .

A winter  magic moment on the wings of seagulls  high
within the stillness of a forest an owl watches nigh
Floating snowflakes swivel, they are falling here and now    
while our little feathered friends, tweet their little sighs

Frosty light caresses, cardinals of red  
gently falling snow in the morning light
Bushy eyed white owls tufted in the snow
black and white woodpeckers,
peck and taps, alongside knock knock marks

Fairy spirits floating, dancing all about  
in a  magical cathedral, pure and pristine white
here the birds have silver tips and honey colored eyes
they always land in softly, with the cadence of the light.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyJ8WlVikKQ
YES THE HOUR OF WORSHIP HAS ARRIVED. TIME TO PRAISE THE HEAVENS AND
ALL ITS BRIGHT STARS . SPIRIT OF TRUTH, SPIRIT OF GENTILITY, WE WELCOME YOU
INTO OUR CIRCLE OF LOVE.
"I AM THE VINE, YOU ARE THE BRANCHES" SAYS HE. ABIDE IN ME AND I SHALL
ABIDE IN YOU. HERE IN THIS DWELLING GROUND , THE GREAT HEALING POWER
TALKS OF YOU. ALLOW YOUR BODIES TO FILL THE GARDEN.  YOU ARE ALL
SHAPED FLOWERS,  AROMATIC AS THE FIRST LEAVES OF SPRING , SCENTED
LIKE THE FIRST RAINFALL. FALL AFRESH AND RELAX (BREATHE )...
"SEARCH FOR ME WITH ALL YOUR HEART" SAYS HE, AND YOU WILL FIND ME.
I LIVE AMONGST THE STARS , INSIDE THE MOON, ABOVE THE CLOUDS OF WHITE .
DRAW YOURSELVES CLOSER TO THIS CELESTIAL SPHEREAND RECEIVE THE LIGHT
THAT WAS BORN TO MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE AND WELL.  BE LIKE NEW BORN BABES,
TRUSTING AND CONFIDENT IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU ARE MOST VALUABLE.
AND WORTHY. (BREATHE)...
LET US DRIFT AWAY ON THE WINGS OF A GLORIOUS FLIGHT, UNAFRAID TO TOUCH
THE CORNERSTONE OF FAITH, "YOUR EARS SHALL BE BLESSED WITH THE SOUND OF
HARMONY " AND YOUR HEART WILL BE ANNOINTED WITH HAPPINESS AND
STABILITY.  
YES THE HOUR OF WORSHIP HAS ARRIVED. ITS TIME TO PRAISE THE HEAVENS  
AND ALL THE ANGELS OF LIGHT THAT COMMUNE THERE WITH YOU , AS YOU
SLOWLY SLIP INTO YOUR UNIVERSE OF PEACEFUL BLISS. (BREATHE)...

Meditate upon the natural order of things.  When you go outside yourself,  take the mossy path of consciousness over to the waters edge and drink.  
Refresh from its wonders and it will give you more then mere matter . Dip in its joyful splash, soak in its contentment, wash in its delirium and it shall be yours;  
THE JOY IN YOUR HEART
WASN'T PUT THERE TO STAY
JOY ISN'T JOY UNTIL
YOU GIVE IT AWAY
Joy is built on gratefulness, awareness, and kindness. When you realize the value of JOY, it will never be undersold, underrated , nor given away   easily.  Don't let others define what joy is and is not for you. Some find it as easily as breathing while others never find it at all. Lost in their own conditions, they never do.  
If worries arrive at your door, take a look at them but don't  let them live there too long, Don't let them destroy your serenity and peaceful state of mind. Carry Joy in your heart and don't let the world tear it apart. Its yours
JOY IS THE CONTINUUM
OF A CONTENTED LIFE
ALWAYS PARE IT GENTLY  
AWAY FROM  STRIFE
meditate upon the natural order of things when you go outside yourself, and if you do you will always find "JOY" Inside your deepest self.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

Alleviate your burdens like the faithful swans of grace
come into her garden its full of flowers, light and lace
God has given her the gift of ethereal imagery
and blessed her Holy hands for all eternity

Angelic music wafting from a magical harp
dusted rosy skies of pink and baby blue
as the angel strums beneath God's heavenly tarp
the swans are drawn in closely, sidled two by two

A wonderous healing happens in this natural space,
as delicate birds of wander fly from place to place;
Serenity, tranquility with every stroke of soft and slow
the artist's soul reveals itself, and then begins to glow.

Written by: Mystic Rose

We once owned a little mutt named Genie
on occasion we called her Genie Panini
we tried not to feed her table scraps n' stuff
but then again,  I had her heart on my cuff
so once in a while, we gave her little bits
to keep at bay her continuous barking fits

Each night hubby would eat a bowl of cheerio
while watching T.V. or listening to the stereo
Genie watched intently eyes peeled to the bowl  
the ritual worked well,  for she never stole      
he gave her 1,  there was nothing  she could do
so she crunched it while she lay beside his shoe  


One day hubby went to answer the door and left
Genie hopped on the couch and left him bereft
she ate all the cheerios but she did leave him one
when he returned he saw an empty bowl no fun
He'd been outsmarted by a funny little Shih Tzu  
with  Pomeranian smack, who knew what to do.

Moral of the story: Never trust a dog,  when it comes to food.
Feb. 7, 2021

Sitting on a boulder by the ocean suddenly I forget I'm so much older
espying a red bucket at the edge of the shore the wind begins to blow
Softly, as the first light of morning enters in, I recall the first glow    
of an open sea, and taking in the scent of ocean foam I begin to crave
  
The newborn sun that caped my frame as I dug deeper then my years
packing the sand between my M'd palms, I was lost in a moment of grace
Mother's rippling laughter and father's golden smile instinctively placed,  
that's what a child remembers in a palace made by God's own crave  

Wandering through my memories, I land on one that makes me smile
meeting my past  I empty the cannister of ashes into the sea then sigh
gently I let you go for I know,  "that living things eventually must die "
When I was a child I believed in everything and never question why

The sun shone in the morning and the moon shone only by night
I sat by the ocean and counted the stars until the morning light
Softly, as the first light of morning enters in, I recall the first glow  
of our life as one, how much U* loved, how much I loved U* so.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AKSuBBTh7Y

External decorations of solid gold heralding entrances of Axi Mundi creation, paintings and sculptures of another era, sacred eyes await at the forefront.
Feel free to enter in, peace, love, understanding, mystical adoration all here. Present in this place the Sanctuary bliss of those who trust.  You are welcome to walk through; (B)
A Crevole Madonna by Duccio, an ecclesiastical architecture of a cathedral diagram.  Walls to window, walsl to window , stained glass Saints  are watch you.
Teer upon teer  you and the Deity, have  dominion here. Solid wood and thin veneer ,  why have you come here r ? (B)
If you have entered the main doors, then you belong here, join the monastic foundations of the Holy order. Inside these empty pews the sacred space is here for you. If you long to belong, then do not fear the light , come join the choral of angels that hover over here, close and near.
Walk through the pillars and settle into the nave of the Church.
Make yourself at home. (B)
Let us climb to the spire roof , by the bell tower, where the ears listen and the souls open, prepared to live a life of purity and joy, we hear the bells ring, and remember, forgotten Cathedrals of old .
Whispering "you are home, " Like children of the light that enter in
as the doors open, we recall the long forgotten sermons of yesterday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENGCH7i1vPY


h solitary moon how brightly you shine in the quiet interlude of night
magically appearing onto the waters, at the edge of the  globe as you heal.  
The peaceful frequency of your bright lunar light shimmers reflecting onto  
the waters below.  Ripples of calm across the sea, here to mesmerize me;
Pulsing vibrations of the most ethereal kind helping me to unwind beneath
the stars of heaven.  (B)
Oh luminescent moon how splendid you are inside a sky of ebony and stars
picturesque and beautiful as a work of art, you are the cadence of beauty;
Moon flowers bloom from every corner of my mind as I watch you softly
appear over the new horizon. All my hopes and dreams are floating  towards
your moonlit beams.  (b)
Oh dear half moon, your crescent  smile cradles my heart and reminds me
how precious Gods hands were,  the day He made a jewel such as you.  
You keep us peaceful and content to watch , as you glow your light upon
the earth and you keep us wishing for sacred spaces . (B)
Oh solitary moon how brightly you shine, you are the most divine of God's
lanterns in the sky.  Were I to travel into your celestial temple I would fold
my hands just so, and mimic your purent after glow.
Thank you moon for shining down on me tonight, and thank you for allowing
me a glimpse of eternity.

Some draw maps before they go and some well they just go  
I'd like to think that Shambala is the best kept secret of God's grace  
The sun went ablaze at the hour of three am and blinded me  
So high  was I into the air that nausea settled in
I saw a temple in this place, with doors of solid gold,  
and a woman in a brown robe with eyes as bright as coal ;
"Hang on " she said to me " you'll soon be down"  and then
with a smile that broke then sun and pieced it back together  again
she spake to my heart, " welcome to Shambala "
as I re-entered my body I felt a jolt,  
with my heart jackhammering inside my chest

He pushed his shopping cart towards the empty tunnel
it was full of rattling empties and a brave cocker spaniel  
a penniless vagabond hiding from the rainy day pummel
wet,  cold, and hungry hunching closer to Jack Daniel  
he shared with his dog, a little square of flannel
  
Along came a mosquito with a straw-like mouth    
and crawled into the bottle with an empty spout  
The hobo drunk on ***** in a stupor from the sauce  
shut the insect in then hollered " so now whos boss !"
the dog did bark but heh, he wasn't in the land of Oz

so on his knees the hobo went and soon began to pray
"I didn't have to ****** him so why did I, oh why oh why "
and then the echo came from the empty tunnel's way  
"Don't cry my child after all it was just a fly !"  
confessed and reassured the hobo slept  until the light of day.

Any poem just for you as long as it makes you feel the way I do
I'll sweeten it with sugary words of love and sprinkle it with care
penning by the light of the moon I'll scribble until break of dawn  
any poem just for you as long as it makes you feel, the way I do;

Any poem worth its weight in gold is a poem scribed with love  
No other love poem has ever been written on my page but yours  
You are the heart of this poem and you are my world of true ;  

Paper to pen, pen to paper, we are joined  together and never taper
Open your message and read what I wrote for you, beloved one
Every poet knows that a love poem has a lover and lovee, so please  
Move into my poem , settle in between the I  and the You,  ...love?

Any poem just for you, as long as it makes you feel the way I do,  
Any poem just for you, as long as it makes you feel the way I do.  

Jan 26, 2021

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6__SoXlDf8

UNIVERSAL THOUGHTS ARE RISING TO MEET  YOU AT THE CROSSROAD OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY . ALLOW YOUR MIND TO NAVIGATE FREELY OF ITS OWN ACCORD, TOWARDS THE  PATHWAYS OF YOUR SOULFUL HEART.   (BREATHE )
BRIDGE YOUR CONNECTION AND ENTER THE CITRINE ROOM OF YOUR OWN ACCORD.  THERE YOU WILL FIND THE GEMSTONE OF YOUR CHOICE. BE IT AMETHYST, FOR HEALING, BLUE SHAPPIRE FOR INNER VISION , OR JADE TO PROTECT YOUR LOVING HEART ENERGY.   (BREATHE )
RELEASE YOUR WORRIES AND PLACE YOURSELF IN THE MOST CAPABLE HANDS OF THE ONE WHO LOVES YOU BEYOND TIME AND SPACE. SHE  GAIAM , EARTH GODDESS, IS INTERCONNECTED  WITH ALL LIVING THINGS IN ALL ITS NATURAL ORDER.  EMBRACE THE BEAUTY OF THE GARDEN AND SEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON FERTILE GROUND  (BREATHE )
WATCH AND BREATHE WATCH AND BREATHE, LOOK AND SEE, LOOK AND SEE,  EVERYTHING AROUND YOU IS SPACIAL AND GOOD, EVERYTHING BREATHES AS IT SHOULD FLOAT ATOP YOUR SENSES AND ENJOY THE PIVOTAL MOMENTS OF YOUR UNPHYSICAL BODY. (BREATHE)
ALIGN YOUR SPIRIT TO THE STARS AND GLIDE INTO THE LIGHT.  ONCE YOU ARE SPIRITUALLY AJUSTED TO LIFE'S FLOW, YOU WILL FEEL BALANCED AND MOST COMFORTABLE.
RECEIVE THE GOD GIVEN DIVINE ENERGY THAT HAS BEEN OFFERED TO YOU.  DURING THIS TIMELESS JOURNEY YOUR HEART REMEMBERS WELL.  YOU ARE NOW READY TO COMPLETE THE MEDITATION WITH A POSITIVE AFFIRMATION "I AM DIVINELY LOVED"

My heart was singing a tune this morning
humming to the sound of your rippling smile
falling between your arms I heard it sing
"La Vie En Rose" just as I bridged the mile
Two avouching souls bathed in promise  
in a world of pulse we chose love not hate
giving birth to each other we love-kissed
the  effulgent stars of heaven at their gate
My soul was recalling that dance of love
that drove us to the brink of married glee
since that first day, you fit me like a glove
and kept me warm, through winter's spree
I remember when you sat me on your knee
and asked me sweetly, " will you marry me?"

Out there in the gadgetry of space lies truth unspoken
as a robonaut delivers with precision dexterous air tasks
we  dreamers await  spacefaring races by God's millennium
and explore the starlit mysteries of the great beyond

With futuristic discoveries will scientists find evidence
of alien civilizations or will they find just a Universal void
from the footage of a comet to journeys towards the Sun
we never tire of searching out galaxies and their mysteries

Up there in the great unknown space stations ready for dock
it is a privileged place of research surrounded by innovation
studies of movements and relative positions of celestial objects
tell us so much about the inner mechanisms, of outer space

If God is eternal then space  is a sky light carousel, a perpetual room
of wonder, that carries particles of light dispersed across the moon.

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This Oracle serves as a bridge between worlds
helping you deepen your spiritual connections
and awaken your soul to a higher vibration *
United like two tipping stars you and Unity,  
create an overpass to successful connection  
This oracle is your sweet chariot of molten gold
it will protect your inner being and deliver you
to the bridgeable sights of an intuitive intellect
Unity can transport you over linked thoughts
and help you decipher the true nature of self
Unity was born out of a need to feel undivided
with ourselves, others, most of all our Creator
He blessed us with the same abilities of those of
yonder, when the star of Bethlehem shone on us
it delivered Unity, to our enlightened counterparts.

If the Rubik's cube was round I'd roll it in the snow
caress it like a meatball then hide it in the dough
If it had same old shades of white aligned to match
and two knobby handles with a little silver catch
I would turn it slowly, rotate it, find the latch

If the Rubik's cube was spherical like soccer *****
combinatorially correct, without four simple walls
If it was soft in the center instead of hard like rock
I'd squish it into place just like a child of Dr. Spock
put it on a leash and slowly walk it round the block

If the Rubik's cube was a big old Ferris wheel of fun
I'd configure it with motion and solve it on the run
If the Rubik's cube was bally and built like solid O
I'd solve it in a jiffy, match the colors yell Bingo !
I'd wear it like a trophy and put it out for show

If the Rubik's cube was made for geniuses like me,  
they'd be far too easy, and given out for free.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twrh32MQd0Y

Deep and rich as the soil that feeds the roots,  that you are
like a tree bearing fruit in the arms of love,  this you are  
Emerald forest, healer of humans and creatures alike , it is
what it it is, and you are what you are, a haven for all who live
in the font of natures healing hands, we together can be as one;
Twin owls of wisdom leaving footprints in the sand of life,  
it is time we embrace energy of good and end all strife
Fairies of magic stirring the sun, moon and stars,  
take us to higher ground, like Peter Pan and his mystical clan
Air, fire water earth, brings us to the innocence of rebirth  
seeking drums, boats and running rivers, water fresh anew;
Emerald forest of beauty and kindred spirit won't you ray
o'er Unicorns and Deer , with forgiveness trails, "new day"
Allow the leafy greens of your woodland marsh
to carve a path of light where creatures and humans alike
can dip into the peace and solitary fortitude of your mainstay.
Deep and rich as the soil that feeds your roots, you are
like the tree bearing fruit in the arms of love,  You Are !

"With eyes centered upon hope and deliverance
this heart of mine knows no other way to pray"

Give us Lord today the strength to do what we must do
to rise above the fears that have been imposed
on us this last passing year;
So many people hiding in their homes and waiting
Please open gate Father from heaven dry our tears;
I believe that if you want, you can subside this virus
and bring it to its' Kingdom come...
Dear Abba, anoint the Doctors and the nurses,
scientists and Ministers, police officers , and politicians
and help us be patient with all these new restrictions;
Abba ,giver of life and taker in death,
enable as we take our every breath;
I pray you hear me as I place this prayer on these lips
of mine, and others
Help us to be kind to one another after all,
we are all,  sisters and brothers.
Amen !
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

a pixie dust allusion on fairy wing profusion
a cranberry wreath on a child of bequeath

a touch of grace on a deer soft as lace
a lantern slow beam on a forest gleam

in a world of gilded fantasy, we are poetry
in a world of innocent dreams their coterie

in a fairy world of love we are impearled
in a moment of creative enfold we're gold

an incandescent light at the end of a forest
one touch of mercy and suddenly we're blest.
  
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

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Amber fluids streaming from the light of a Universal Creator
we are the flickering candles of His sacred Temple , His joy  
Inside the breath we find our being and  in deepest thought,
we discover our true selves;
Nestled in the center of our Universe  we co-exist together,  
joining forces with nature, we become mountains of strength,
and oceans of compassion;
Angels of altitude descend to earth, to anoint those who
have not yet felt the love of a mother or father...
They are Saintly treasures,  unequaled to humans
residing in the inner walls of this beautiful world;
Their motivator wings enclose us with such strength,  
that we feel safe and nurtured like a babe in warm waters.
Manipulating light  they warm the relic of our souls,  
bringing out the heirlooms of our Spirit and breath.
Close your eyes and float softly towards the softening,  
polishing their golden trumpets they begin to bring
us closer to the traveler that we are, pulsing with heat,  
invigorated by the journey, you are now the heart beat  
In your chest, you feel warm, and filled with love.
Namaste
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

Star collector probe on the march inside a residuary marsh,  
a signage in big blue neon letters blare " Stuckey's Place"
time to have a snack.   I unwrap the cellophane "Elmer's paste pies"
I think that the foreign speaking Alien in the air stream
is none else then my friend Quoth,  interstelling with
foreign intelligence of the fourth order...
I take a bite of the pastry, its to boot. I can tell from the grin on his face
that although he's travelled gojillion miles to run away from earth,  
he is happy to be here, using his baking skills on a waterlogged planet of choice !
A non-binary service robot winks at me and offers me a palette full of
little brown shroomy things that once were, you got it ,
fungi mushrooms from earth ;
"Frazusoosh" says a tetronic voice that reminds me of my computer
when its burping out a virus;
I try and call for help but my cel goes AWOL. I hear DING **** BLEEP
"Drack's *****!  I'm stuck here for all eternity" I say to Quoth. He shrugs,
"There are worse places to be ! This Puny planet has obnoxious fumes
that corrode my chromium tail, but its not so bad. Here I can bake
magic fractal mushrooms and all"
"Oh for the love of God Quoth, your human, get it, HUMAN !"

tHE eND.

Another year has passed by me and so much different then the last  
ever since this Covid March I have been living out my house arrest  
no outward smiles to show my love, no hugs no squeezes for my kids
like a Citizen of good I understood but yes, I almost flipped my lid

with every day that passes by I dream of yesterday's good chide
though nature walks and social talks are good, I have been tried  
heart and soul I miss my family and friends, this is my prayer  
that the New Year will arrive, and be our dragon slayer ...

Another year another Auld Lang Syne, I'm longing for the wine
an open sign that says yes come in, restaurants where I can dine
a shopping mall, a dancing hall, filled up buses with a kiss n' ride  
maskless faces in a world of wander, with happy people at my side

Another year has passed me by, and I'm waiting, by and by...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybZC0mgq4bY

Light a candle of love and share the spark with me
Breathe in the oxygen of dreams , together we can go far  
if we both believe in the awakening , dear souls...
Watch the stars as the shine of their own accord
they do not need a single thing as they accelerate and glide,  
slowly with deliberate light into the night sky ....
Right us a passage of pure liquid amber and gold
I will follow along with  you through the milky way
and through the cosmos,
we are fireflies dancing without skittish beneath God's
Palindrome,   filled with a thousand flickering amber shades
we glide through binary moments , heart beat to heart beat
recognizing the soul power in ourselves and others
Light me a candle of love and share the spark with others
who are navigating like citrine lanterns in the beautiful golden sky
breathe in the essence of your most treasured dreams and then
let go and let the journey home begin,  Namaste
in light and love,  Your beloved,  Mystic Rose.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-KrcUdT2eE

While your  waiting by the window watching legs go by
and wishing upon clovers that soon your smile will sigh
Don't trade your hopes for doubts, its not a time to die
its time to live strong at New Year's door, so lets comply

Its been a long time since the norm I know it all looks hazy  
but it is New Years Eve,  lets do our part and not go crazy  
find a way to celebrate within complacency
this world will heal again,  if we do it safely

We will be touching hands once again my friend
maybe we can be strong until then
we have so much living to do its just around the bend
so don't give up now, this is not the end

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE

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May you be illuminated by your intellect and lead along the path of righteousness
may you be lifted up, a lantern onto the heavens with spherical love and compassion
Light, shall be cast upon your path as you walk towards life with heart wide open...
Energy rays of warm will reach your solitary state of mind and infuse you with joy
creating in you the diamond halo of eternal life...
Come journey through your thoughts and quiet the still of your voice.  Inside of you
chains are being loosed.  You are being freed from every illusion and pre-concept.
May the Universal Mother embrace you and bless you her waters of anoint  
and bring you to the font of healing, as you shine and live.  
Only you own the key to your inner Kingdom, only you can open the
time belt of knowledge.  Allow your sacral energy and color to vibrate and change
until its a lovely shade of sapphire blue. Pierce the veil of confusion, enter into communion with your clear self.   A world of magic awaits, reconstruct the
way you perceive things.  Do not be afraid of change, you have the effulgent
beams of stars and moon at your side. They will show you how light your travel
can be, allow them to take you gently home.
May the benefactor of your body, mind and soul, infuse you with Hope, as you
walk through this valley called earth. You have been given the knowledge of
true self, so drop your false illusions and climb up the ladder of contentment.
Thank you for listening , this is Mystic Rose ,  until we meet again, Be Well.

Om Bhoor Bhuwah swaha, Tat Savitur Varenyam, Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi, Dhiyo Yo Naha Prachodayat."
May the Almighty God illuminate our intellect to lead us along the righteous path

In the stillness of the night a sparrow sleeps wings closed
whispering to the moon secrets heldfast at sorrows door
chasms of fear in the bottom of my bottomless pit, I pray
that morning will come to break the stars for sake of sun

In calmness of this stillborn eve I wait for freeze and wind
trampling of wild animals in my forest glen will not rescind
until the break of day arrives to feather alleys of the dark
I will soar with creatures in the ticket of a charcoal night  

Moon secrets held fast at Mystic's door of Grace I embrace
the blackboard dove of light that knows to crow a magic spell
my gown of stygian silk is tangled in the stars that shine out  
and I am willing it to sweep the dark for sake of blessed light.

secret flowers hidden in my chest
ever day I wake up to do my best
the prayers of yesterday still linger
on my distracted, rolling fingers
a sacral image tattooed with Grace  
etched upon my heart, Christs face
no denomination here, just love
properly suiting me like a glove;
Sanctity cannot be seen but can be felt,  
a deliquesce thing that comforts, melts.

A sliver of light appears in the distance
calling me like a songbird in the morn
a silent beam dotted without askance
it was long ago that my Lord was born
every room is silent here, except mine    
soaring on tinseled dreams of yesterday  
the others sleep, while I keep vigilant time    
I want to be prepared for Christmas Day
A slip of truth slides inside my heart
I am content to be right where I am
waiting for a new day aside my counterparts
living out the season best that I can
Merry Christmas Jesus, I whisper softly,
and to the whispering wind, I have Faith in thee