The Love that You Are
Michelangelo saw the secret in the stone
He saw the muscle and the bone
Where others saw only flat and plain
He saw the beauty and the pain
Original writings from members of An Open Door
Michelangelo saw the secret in the stone
He saw the muscle and the bone
Where others saw only flat and plain
He saw the beauty and the pain
We have an author in our community – and if like many of us you too would like to own your very own copy of Life’s Animated Concert you can find it on Amazon Life’s Animated Concert by Melanie Gillies From pp 2….. Perhaps moving far, far out or very deeply in, discernment of an…
By Susanne Strickland and P&P Luboff You move with easy graceI never tire of looking at your marvelous faceHow high your spirits flyThe laughter in your eyes, the tears you cryBut what sets you apart is who you are Your beautiful heartYou’re made of love and it shows.You don’t know it, but everyone who knows…
Early this morning… lying in bed… “pondering” as I am want to do… I asked myself… “What do I know for sure… What is my message in life?” Hmmm… I don’t know… maybe… and then it hit me… The Magic of the Moment! This moment… this instant… whatever is “happening”… right now. There is a…
Listen to the birdies in the trees singing to each other and to you and metelling us the sun is good sparkling on the babbling brook so freeAnd everyone has what they need and everything is as it should be Listen to the happy baby laugh bouncing up-and-down in his mother’s lapdaddy gives his wife…
I am as God created meThis is the truth that sets me freeNow I am holding heaven’s keyI am as God created me This one thoughtSaves me and saves the worldIt heals my mindand gives me perfect visionThis one thoughtheals all mistakes I’ve madeIt heals the pastand takes away illusion I am as God created…
When I turn myself on, I’m a radio But too often, I have trouble finding the right station And I keep hearing static in my head, instead of what I am looking for But I don’t need to spin a dial to find the answer to all life’s questions I have it right here It’s…
I am something I sit here I type this I walk there I eat, I shit I laugh, I kiss I, I, I, OY! I count the hours and the minutes and the seconds Breathing and dreaming and doing I am a big deal I am nothing A thought, a dream, an illusion Here today…
From the secure ground of home’s retreat,an uncomfortable disturbance interrupts this insular peace.The choice to come out into the bright lightor return to sleep for a long winter’s night. Mr. Ground Hog, what will you decide to do?How will you respond to the panoramic view?If you see your shadow, what a fright,the prison of a…
In the beginning of the dead of winter, this warm bed, a cocoon, while snow falls gently in the dark outside. Awake now, warm inside, cold out, the presence of all awareness calls me to remember – the four walls of this room are but ephemera, filmy apparitions made in the geometry of a silent…