The Fairy and the Elf

...the fanciful and magical and creative energy of the Universe is everywhere. When we leave our ordinary world behind, all sorts of magical adventures are possible.

Today I met an elf pretending to be a little boy. I knew he was an elf because when I knelt down to talk to him, light beamed from his eyes and I felt happy all over. He said he was four, but in elfin time that probably meant 400. Or maybe 29. It's hard to know with elves.

I wanted to bring him home with me and feed him elf food. I think elf food is graham crackers and weak tea with lots of honey floating with violet petals. I wanted to sit and look into his eyes for a long time. Looking into elfin eyes is magical. It makes time disappear. It makes you feel happy, light, and free. It makes you laugh. And laugh.

But he was more interested in the fairy with hair like pink cotton candy and eyes as green as grass. Before I knew it, he and the fairy were giggling together, like I didn't even exist. I tried to get their attention, but they were lost to me. Then some people came along and saw me talking to myself (well, I wasn't, I was talking to the fairy and the elf, but only I could see them) so I straightened up and pretended that I had been talking into my cell phone all along. The people looked relieved and went on their way.

I stayed and watched the fairy and the elf until I had to go back to work. When I was finished, I stopped by to see if they were still there. There were gone, but I found a tiny strand of curly pink cotton candy hair where they had been. The strand of hair is really cool. It glows in the dark and smells like peppermint.

THE SILENT FAIRIES

The silent faeries came again last night
barely visible in the fog
that filled the forest
I felt them more than saw them
their silvery shivery presence
slipping past me
I walked among them
deep into the night
thinking nothing
being nothing.

You are . . .

Dearest One — Dearest Light — Lovely child of God

YOU are the romance of the stars
the complete peace of space that holds the stars in place
the tree that falls never alone in the forest
the limitless space the tree falls through
the earth which embraces its falling
the bird that flees its branches
the empty sky the bird flies to
the sound of every tree falling
the one who hears the sound of every tree falling

You are your darkest hour
You are the light that fills that hour

ANGELS see you in your darkest hour
Angels arrive in the moment of need
Angels are that fast, that compassionate, that kind
Angels know you are not angel

You are human with all the qualities of being human

Angels understand this
They understand the pain that accompanies a human body
Angels honor you for being here in such a fragile vessel
so vulnerable to pain and death
Angels sing your courage, your willingness
to experience this human plane of existence.

Faires

I thought I would post some of my fairy poems, just sweet innocent little flowery poems. Because there are fairies. Fairies are part of the angelic kingdom. Just like there are all kinds of people, there are all kinds of angels. God is not limited.
Think how many stars there are. Actually, no one really knows how many there are. Astronomers estimate there are about 100 thousand million stars in the Milky Way alone. Outside that, there are millions upon millions of other galaxies also, all filled with their own stars.

Well, I started this to post a fairy poem, but now I am reminded of one of my favorite poems by Sara Teasdale, so I will post that. I especially like her ending.

 

Stars

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,
And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;
Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;
Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,
And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.

And this is her picture:

I Release and Heal

I release my parents from the feeling that they have failed me and are responsible for all my problems today. I release myself to become a mature responsible adult, not a dependent petulant child.

I release my children from the need to bring pride to me, so they are free to follow their own path, according to the Divine Will within them.

I release my partner from the expectation that he or she must complete me so that I will feel whole. I take full responsibility for completing myself through my contact with my Higher Power.

I release my work, my job, from an obligation to do more than support my life so that I can take care of myself, my dependents, and complete my spiritual work on earth. I release my job from the idea that it is obligated to bring me great success, pride, or wealth.

I accept that my work, my job, has none of these obligations. Anything more than my daily bread is a gift—one I share freely when it is more than I need. I imbibe the true meaning of the prayer: Great Universal Energy: Give us this day our daily bread.

I release my past and the bars that bind me to memories. When I am not bound tight to the past, I have the energy to devote to this Present Moment, to be free, to know God. I use memory for rightness—for what is needed Now. I use memory to remember who I AM.

I release my clinging to objects, with faith that whatever I need will appear when it is needed, as it always has and always will. I release all objects from the responsibility to fulfill me, to make me more, to make me better than anyone else.

I release the future, knowing that when I let it go, it floats freely from me, into the great Sky of Being. I allow Creation to do what it does best—create the future for me now in this perfect Present Moment.

I release my mind from the pressure of believing it must create. It is free to be what it is meant to be: A tool for practical thinking, right use of memory, and practical actions.

I release my mind from the pressure of constantly thinking about what it has no power over, no power to do, so that it can a pure conduit through which Creativity can flow, unimpeded.

I thank and honor all those who came before me, all my ancestors and grandparents—all my relations. I understand that everyone on earth—everyone who was or will be—is my relation. We are all connected. We are all made from stardust. Everyone is my brother, my sister, my mother and father, my child, and we are One.

I release the false me, the ego—with gratitude—for what it has given me, for what it has taught me. I harbor no resentment towards it, no anger. I thank it for all it has shown me. I now let it go. I let it relax into pure being.

I release all those who have harmed me, if only in my beliefs. I thank you for what I have learned from you. I allow compassion to replace resentment and pain, for that is the pathway to healing.

I release myself from all those I have harmed, if only in my beliefs. I thank myself for letting go. I  allow compassion to grow within me, for that is the pathway to healing.

I allow myself to be transparent before God. I move and live and have my being within the Presence of the greatest Healing Force, and I am grateful. Thank you, God. Thank you Divine Mother. Thank you Father Sky. Thank you all my ancestors. Thank you world. I love you world, for you are a teacher, and I step away from you now—for I am in you, but not of you. I thank you Mother Earth—for my body comes from you, as you come from the stars, and my spirit returns to Consciousness, as masculine (Shiva) and feminine (Shakti) unite in ecstatic unity, and we are One.

It is from supreme gratitude that supreme awakening arises, moment after moment, as ocean waves arise, non-ending, from the great quiet that is the depth of the ocean, from the unity of ocean with moon which receives its light from sun; thus is formed a great circle from which all life flows over and over again. And I am grateful. Thank you.