August 1, 2011

The Empty Cup

Resting in the silence
I wait

Ready to be filled by Your Spirit


Their tightly held grip loosing
Releasing the pain of their presence

As I breathe into You

In this spacious silence 
I fall away
And am filled with a boundless 
River of cosmic light
Merging into the 
Unified field of consciousness

Where all is One 
And I Am in You
And You Are in Me

A Union Divine
The Sacred Meeting


Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Truly inspired...I see that you are still in the flow.


Erin Parsley said...

Thank you Mike.

I have been receiving a lot of inspiration through meditation lately, and my recent poems have arisen out these.

Have a wonderful day. :)

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

I understand. I pray and meditate before doing any ninspirational writing...although sometimes it has a mind of it's own and comes through at unexpected times.


Erin Parsley said...

I never set out to write a poem. In other words, I don't 'try' to write them. They just come to me, and I let them flow through me, simply shaping them, and so the experience of writing them is a prayer unto itself. :)

My task is to be a clear enough channel to allow this.

Anonymous said...

whispering streams
crossing the moon
sublime of flower
harmony bloom
islands of freedom
sweet loving trust
brushing the winds
skys ancient touch
tranquil and easy
heavenly trails
butterflys floating
feathers as sails
pastures of dreams
gardens of life
softly the vibrance
gathering bright


sorry its so late,I didnt realise you had written anything untill saturday and your poems so nice mrs life,

have some love....neil

Anonymous said...

you are a clear enough channel anyway mrs life.....

have a smile aswell :)

Erin Parsley said...

lovely neil, thank you.

...gathering vibrance, yes.

and smiles and love... i'll take that!