Sprinkle: Beauty Shines

as with Love,
and as in Life,
is always fresh.

Its energy flows
through all…
and to let it shine
we only need choose.

Awareness of our choice
flips the switch… either way…
this is a work
as well as a secret.


Vine of the Fruit

Have you ever noticed how people are so very creative?
But also, they are often creative with results
that are “a little off” at best
or worse, disastrous.


Decades have I searched
for an answer to this question
and I have found one thing that is commonly present
when so often our efforts miss the mark…

I speak not of errors of workmanship
but of weapons of war
or things that pollute instead of enhance…
why do things go wrong with what we create?

Here is a basic reason: coveting…

Many, if not all, of us
covet something to one extent or another…
even if it is so small as
wanting to capture or preserve that beautiful moment.

Creativity can and should be beneficial,
a wondrous process, alive…
akin to a growing tree
bearing fruit filled with Life.

It is when we covet,
during our creative (or any other) process
that things
go wrong…

the creative process,
whether mechanical or social,
on balance can only be good or beneficial
without coveting…

this is a non-negotiable requirement…

each “covet” moves a process toward/upon the non-good
or “oops, mistake” path…
as if pitching a hatchet
into that tree

it’s like a bunch of poker chips
with one side white and one side black,
the more chips we turn over to black,
the fewer chips are white

and the darker the picture looks…

or like smudging
an oil lamp chimney,
the more smudges,
the less light we see/receive…

for it’s flavor and other qualities,
depends upon the vine that nourishes it;
poison the vine and you poison the fruit…

our creativity grows a kind of fruit
and to covet is to poison the process…

our cup starts out full of Love…
all that we need to survive and be happy
is provided for us, for free and freely,
by Earth Mother and Spirit Father

this is Holy
and our cup o’ Love is full

then, instead of sharing or not,
why do we “sell”
between each other
what is free to all?

which is based upon greed…
which is based upon an increase
in coveting

we see Love
poured from the cup
to make room
for the coveting or the coveted

this Holy process
of fruit nourishing Life
begins to go bad

the more we pour out for coveting
the less full of Life is our cup
the further from Holy we move
the less pure our vibration or song

thence come disease & impurity,
as all results follow the limb
that feeds the fruit,
which we are and share

check often
vine of the fruit…
drink from the Pure Spring
to Live and Love

My heart aches
for our healing and awakening…
when what we create is
as fine as what we were created.

Covet not…
and remember
to be grateful for
Mother’s and Father’s gifts.

with Love,

Sprinkle: Positive Plowshares

you’ve heard the expression
“they shall beat their swords into plowshares”?

it’s in the bible

and you’ve heard of “sword of the mouth”?
that’s in the bible too

could these imply
we beat the swords of our mouths into plowshares…
prepare for life
rather than cut it down?

is this not the same as being positive
all the time…
in each thought, word, and deed?

and is not purity
absence of impurity…
building up
not tearing down?

is not Life
absence of Death?

positive plowshares
we can be
if we but freely choose…

the Gift
is in the choice…

always with Love,

Sprinkle: Turn The Other Cheek

to “turn the other cheek”
when walking in the Garden
is respect for Life & Love
as is it to be gentle…

yet, is there a requirement
to do so
when another
is harmed?

if we be all
as flowers & weeds in the field
some survive, some not
what is the key?

Spirit, Honesty, Respect, Purity
then Wisdom comes
opens eyes to see, heart to accept
a Gracious Gift bestowed

will we choose
this Holy Gift
to accept or reject
remember or forget?

submit will I
that One is Life
Beauty and Light
removes all blight

choose freely
for that too is Life
boundless and free
for me and for thee…

always with Love,

Heart’s Rhythm

summer’s short storm over
greens cleansed and air crisp
setting sun shining clear yellow
reminded him of where he stood

always before God
in some part of His garden
knowing that only his forgetting
would get him lost

today he’d gotten lost, a little
deep inside he knew he was not
for separation is from within
the rest but exploration?

Spirit Father is always there
waiting for us
to remember
and to see

his heart beat slowly
rhythm for wavelength
of love and thanks
for all and you…

always with Love,

Sprinkle: Dedicated

stood he on edge of cliff
of such breathtaking height
that his head did spin

knew he had to jump
for time had come
to learn to fly

wings of faith
holy and pure
vibrating ready

thought of spiritual sister
only one who spoke
the words “Holy” and “Pure”

simply saying these
with condemnation none
brings closer to Father

who grants
wings of faith

thought he
of her
by his side

and said he to she
when we do fly beneath a sky
sequined black velvet, opalescent blue

through galaxies
large and minute
what shall we do

speak, write, paint
give life where due

but to learn to fly
we must jump
ready, set, go

ever with love,