“THE RAINBOW”

RISING…..ITS’ DAWN

I HEAR

A CLAP OF VIBRATING THUNDER

GRASPING…… A GENTLE LIGHTENING

LAYING IT’S HANDS ON EARTH IN SHEETS,

PALLID, SOFT AND SLOW

STILLNESS… IN FLANKING MELLOW ECHOES

BIRDS SING,

DAWN BECKONS A RAINBOW MEETING

OF A LONG AND NARROW HIGHWAY,

DEEP COLOURS OF BEYOND BELIEF,

SUPERIOR SKIES SWALLOWED INTO DEPTHS OF BLUE,

EVE IS FAR AWAY, DARKNESS APPEARS SUPERIMPOSED,

DOMES OF PAINT SPLATTERS, “OH, WHERE DOES IT LEAD?”

IS IT TO A POT OF GOLD….. OR,

ONLY TO A PLACE ON EARTH WHERE GOLDEN SHADOWS GLOW?

SWOOPING AN ARTIST’S PAINT BRUSH WITH BRIGHT YELLOWS,

TRANQUIL IN THE RAINBOW,

WITH AMPLE VIEWS OF MELLOW,

TURQUOISE PLUNGE THE HORIZON,

STROKING THE TREE TOPS WITH SAP GREEN

A RAINBOW SHADOWLESS, RARELY EVER SEEN,

A PULL OF RED EXPLODES LIKE A ROSE,

ANNOUNCING IT’S ARRIVAL, AND WHERE THE RAINBOW GOES,

ENDORSING MY ENSUING, HEAVEN’S LAUGHTER SWELLS,

I TYPIFY THIS GLORY BY GIFTING LOVER –  SPELLS.

 

P.S….written by Carolyn d Hogarth Canada  October 24th, 2004

I saw this beautiful rainbow that made me stop my car, get out and look at it with great curiosity, and ask why you are wanting my attention? Was it pointing to  a pot of Gold, well as the Universe well knows by now, it was pointing me to “Gifting love spells.” I just had to believe, and what a journey. This evidence to this story was written in 2004.

“IMAGINE THE UNIVERSE SPEAKING TO YOU THROUGH A RAINBOW THAT YOU KNEW NOTHING ABOUT. ONLY QUESTIONED?” MAKE OF THIS AS YOU WANT. BUT IT ANSWERS ME CLEARLY. NATURE GIFTED ME LOVE SPELLS OF WHAT WAS COMING. THAT WHICH  I DID NOT SEE. AND ONLY HAD A MILLION QUESTIONS OF WONDER AND AWE. MAGIC. OUR UNIVERSE IS MAGIC…..

 

THE BECOMING

CONSIDER AND REFLECT

QUIETLY CLAIMING WISDOM FROM THE SOUL

IRONIC VOICES SHAME

IS THAT THEIR GOAL?

IT HARDENS SUFFERING, REPRESSION SHOWING FACE,

A WOMAN WEEPS ALONE, PRAYER GRANTING GRACE PLEADING,

“ALLOW ME MY SENSITIVITIES”

THE SPIRIT SPEAKS WHILE SLEEPING

I TURNED FROM MY INNER NEEDS,

GIVE ME MY QUIET CHAMBER

WHERE I CAN SIT AND HEED,

TRUSTING MY UNHAPPINESS,

BEING PRESENT TO MY DEEDS,

WHILE MY PAIN SPRINGS FORTH

FROM GROUNDING SELF CONTROL,

TRUSTING TEARS I LISTEN,

CHANGES ENCOURAGE FOES,

SPREADING MY FOOTPATH SO UNCLEAR,

MY FEARS WILL I NOT DREAD,

TRAVELLING WHERE LIFE STEERS,

THIS WOMAN’S PAIN MAKES CLEAR

LEADING TO AMENDS

SEEING LIFE IN MANY WAYS,

THERE ARE REWARDS THAT NEVER END

OWNING MY DISTINCTIVENESS,

WHEN NEEDED BY MY NATURE

I CRY OUT IN DARKNESS,

MY STRUGGLES GO UNHEARD,,

SO I LISTEN……..ALWAYS GIVING BIRTH

EXPRESSING VIEWS,

I TRUST RATHER THAN FEAR

SLEEP CALLS WHEN ALL IN,

WRAPPED IN MY QUILT

IN WINTER SUN.

I DREAM,

I SCRUTINIZE THE STARS AT NIGHT,

TIME PASSES BY, TILL DAWN CAREENS,

A VOICE HUMS,

WHILST SHEDDING TEARS,

WHILE FINDING LIFE

UNEARTHING ALL THAT IS BURIED,

CLAIMING IT,  THEN CONSCIOUSLY

THE CANDLE OF MY BEING,

EMBRACING ALL INSIGHTS

REFLECTING OUTWARDS IN AN EVER WIDENING CIRCLE,

MIRRORED AND MIRRORED AND MIRRORED ONCE MORE,

THESE ORDINARY MOMENTS HELP UNLOCK THE DOOR,

TIME IN THE HOUSE, IN THE GARDEN, TIME TO BE,

TIME TO BREATHE, AND BEHOLD,

NURSING SELF IN RHYTHMS,

IN A PLACE WHERE STILLNESS LURKS,

A CENTRED PRESENCE IN MY FAITH,

FILLS EVERY PAINFUL EMPTY SPACE,

IN WHOLENESS MOVING OUTWARDS AND BEYOND,

HOWEVER SILENT IN EACH MOMENT

ROOTED IN NATURE WHILST I WAIT,

SPEAKING SLOWLY AND SOFTLY

OF A PLACE THAT IS PEACEFUL

NEVER REVEALED OR COMPLETELY SEEN,

THE COMING,

CONCENTRIC CIRCLES MOVING FORWARD

TO A PLACE OF WISDOM A PLACE OF SERENE!

 

WRITTEN BY CAROLYN D HOGARTH WRITTEN FEBRUARY 12TH, 2000.

MORPHING…..INTO BUTTERFLIES.

P.S. ……..We must never serve or support something so destructive as killing. In our morphing process we are to open up to reality in honestly, and Love is the Champion. Truth. (thank you Douglas Murray)