Donna is an author and shares her love for the Divine and the world.
The Love of Devotion
CHAPTER 4: THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE
Spiritual awareness transfers into our human experience as loving and satisfying relationships, rewarding and remunerative work, trouble-free health, and so on. Good manifests in our human life in creative and unbounded forms. All levels of being harmonise and flow into the expression of goodness and grace. Continue reading “The Human Experience”
I do not know who
is the maker of the idol
but there it was, alive and well,
this thing I so desired.
A little time, a little more,
the idol was not so sweet.
It showed its wear, its shine was dull,
this thing I so admired.
The idol which deceives
is an idol weaving dreams.
It surely will delay
the coming of the day.
Fall, it must,
for an idol is a lie.
The treasure it would seek
becomes the wind-borne dust.
Fear not its death; a troubled tear,
a sleepless night, the idol breaks apart.
But in the morning, clean and white,
the idol leaves no mark.
Chapter 39: Miss You
Amira was admiring a different generation of sweet peas. This lot were winding up the footpath railing and onto the front doorsteps. They seemed to be singing a soft, repetitive song. Tell him you miss him. Tell him you miss him.
After a while, Amira caught on and replied, “No, I won’t.”
Tell him you miss him.
“No, he’s married.”
Tell him you miss him. Continue reading “Together: Touched”
Although unpleasant, nightmares can help us if we know how to use them to our advantage. Next time you have a nightmare, bad dream or restless sleep, follow these steps. Continue reading “Nightmares and Dreams”
Mind the space, so long endured,
it’s best for our protection.
I hope it’s true, for if it’s not
a thousand loves have I betrayed.
Look closer, dear,
a voice it sings as if it was a lullaby.
But if I heed it may become
the lure of my demise.
In fear, we come together
seeking a place of refuge.
In fear, we keep the space
lest our refuge become our captor.
The moments of sweetness
so easily discarded
when danger calls from
the abyss between the two.
Do not push away love’s hand
in punishment for what it cannot give.
Together, we bypass the gap
which is as deep as it is old.
Forget the chasm
so jaded with angry dreams.
Our fear is empty-handed.
Love’s hand has room for the other.
