Day 115: Mermaid Tears

mermaid tears (sea glass)

Mermaid Tears

Shall I sail to distant land upon the lullaby of waters high

To then sleep beneath sand as feet step swiftly by

Shall I shimmer in the dawn’s awakening

A softened star in search of home

Shall I live in cherished bowl

Tiny sparkle of collected memories

Shall I shine forgotten on shadowed nape of master

A jewel stringed in circular captivity

Shall I be placed up high on child’s crown

As piece to satisfy youthful dream

Shall I remain immersed in torrential blue

Churned and churned in salt and sand

Shall I sleep in pockets dark

Discarded with the coming days

Or shall I rest cherished in thine heart

Carried ashore by timeless waves to you

~ Samantha Craft (Maui, May 2012)

Day 111: Slumbered Dreams


Slumbered Dreams

I cling

I squeeze

I overwhelm

I terrify

Then I release

Then I crawl back in careful steps: hand, foot, hand, foot, touching ground

My knees scrape against the asphalt, searing

Stings like porcupine sticks

I hadn’t meant to, had only longed to

Play and dance, and play and dance, and be in the light of newness and good

But I danced alone in shadowed mixed with nothing more than me and me

I reached out to my own hands, my own heart, spotted illusion intermingled with desperation

Seeking partnership in the unlikely and unaware

Garden delights in speckled weeds, and yet I pluck the roots as if to save

When naught remains to harvest

Little sand crab burrowed deep, bubbles of breath in ocean remnants

Blobs of sand on shore of wet

I’d not meant to travel far in child’s land

But venture called, his hands clapping my return

Couldn’t help my legs from skipping, my beating soles against threads of bones

Forgotten long ago in graveyard gone

To find again the voice that whispered

When as youth I touched the stream of wishing tales

To immerse again in droplets of riverbed’s babes

To sink beneath surface and seek not once, but forevermore the serenity of connection

Traveler, yes, wearied, no

For I shall leap until the sun sleeps, the morrow bursts, and justice slips between the seams

For nothing remains untouchable in slumbered dreams

By Sam Craft May 16, 2012

 

“The worst feeling isn’t being lonely. It’s being forgotten by someone you could never forget.” ~ author unknown  

Day 110: Falling In Love

Falling In Love

I’m falling in love.

I’m falling in love with the sensation of wet ocean sand squishing between my toes and lathering the soles of my feet.

I’m falling in love with my feet; how my little toe is smaller than his neighbor, how my feet are the perfect size and perfect shape.

I’m falling in love with floating my entire body in the healing, salt-rich sea, kicking and splashing my way from beachside to beachside.

I’m falling in love with my body: the softness of my skin, the curves, the beautiful imperfections that make me entirely me.

I’m falling in love with fruity-drinks with rum and fancy umbrellas, with the foam that tickles my lips and the buzz that tickles my view.

I’m falling in love with my view, in how I see the world, how I see people, and how my heart is big enough to embrace the entirety of the universe.

I’m falling in love with crème brulee served in minature pineapple-bowls, and garnished with large juicy strawberries and fresh whipped cream.

I’m falling in love with the little girl in me who fancies sweet treats and surprises, who wants to share her treats with a stranger, who wants to tell everyone she meets about tiny pineapple bowls.

I’m falling in love with the sun setting over the ocean while the wind blows through my blonde-streaked, windblown hair.

I’m falling in love with my capacity to love nature, the depth of my awe, the appreciation of all glorious works of this planet.

I’m falling in love with hiking down ocean cliffs to the sound of the roaring waves and wading in the warm natural sea pools with hundreds of little fish.

I’m falling in love with my courage to try new things and my appreciation of my bravery and risk taking.

I’m falling in love with catching up with my old friends, I adore, and learning about new friends, I adore.

I’m falling in love with my personality, the way I truly love people, and hold them daily in my heart and thoughts.

I’m falling in love with my potential, with my options, and with opportunity.

I’m falling in love with my skillset to seek out whatever I dream.

I’m falling in love with my family, with their humor, with their wit, with their clever observations and deep sensitivity to life and their environment.

I’m falling in love with my mothering, with all that I’ve dedicated and given without second-thought or need.

I’m falling in love with my eyes and their depth, in what they have seen and saved in silence, and what they have seen, and shared in truth.

I’m falling in love with every inch of me and every inch of my life. I am blessed. I am gifted. And I am me.

 Sometimes I think I make my new friends feel like the sheep in the picture above!

Day 106: Daylight’s Door

Daylight’s Door

Love her for the sheets layered beneath bedding

The cool soft embrace of enveloping grace beyond the tired hours

Love her for ship’s anchor placed deeply into ocean floor

The cause to stop and rest upon the open sea of daybreak

Love her for the tether ball wrapped round glistening pole

The rapture of glee clinging to foundation

Love her for the willow leaves kissing summer’s sweet grass

The place where two meet in shades of green

Love her for the marionette’s favorite dance

The delicate movement of imagination into life

Love her for the energy of a star burning last light

The hopeful eyes unyielding, shining through darkness

Love her for the bear-scratched trees of evergreen

The stronghold for sharpening needs and aches

Love her for the grape pressed and harvested for taste

The flavor of passion savored and swallowed

Love her for the fresh river waters rounding bend

The parched lips and weary soles baptized in purity

Love her for the garment held close to one’s side

The warmth ever waiting to cover the flesh

Love her for the flower opening at dawn

The beauty unfolding within beckoning light

Love her for the stairway that spirals and leads

The steps climbing upward in vantage point and view

Love her for the mirror kept broken on wall

The fragments of reflection leading to pause

Love her for breadcrumbs sprinkled upon forested path

The songbirds’ feast and the lost man’s rescue

Love her for rain showers cleansing the earth

The dancers reprieve from longings’ drought

Love her for the words she scribes upon heart

The awakened answers to long beating desire

Love her for the knocking upon daylight’s door

The threshold through wonder and love evermore

Samantha Craft May 11, 2012

Day 101: The Crystal Glove

Suggestion: Play the video above while reading.

The Crystal Glove

When my physical body is nurtured through love and balanced eating, I remain in an air of light and floating love all day. It is the most wonderful natural high imaginable. When I walk on this air of light and love, I sometimes awake at three in the morning and experience a rainbow of rapid images and messages. I sense this is a download from spirit.

Last night’s lesson and vision was about LOVE.

We are coming into a time where we need not fear the spoken word love. A time where we can readily and rapidly send light and love to anyone and anything. We have the capacity within to embrace the world with love.

Today, I am overwhelmed with love. There are times I feel an automatic connection to a person. This, to me, can be confusing, and feel a bit overwhelming. Especially if I recognize inside at a very deep and profound level that I’ve known this person for what feels to be an eternity.

I want to shout out: I know you! I’ve seen you in my dreams! I’ve been waiting for you! I understand you! Let me walk at your side!

I now understand my Aspie-ness stems from LOVE and a profound desire to want to connect. I long to reach my roots down and expand through the moist soil. I want to spring my branches forth in all direction. I want to be shade and joy—the wooden swing for the child, the lookout for the soul. In having this love inside, I sometimes burst. I cannot stop this. This bubble of love is beyond me. In seeing my spirit in this light of love, I understand now why I clung to others. Regardless of their shape, size or status, I clung because I am drawn to light. I see the light in them, and I want to be there, in the light with them.

In the past, I was hurt, because I clung on in hopes of returned love. I hoped in giving love to be  filled with love. If love was not returned to me in the same way—the same capacity—I thought something was wrong with me. If people did not respond to my love like I wanted, I became confused and hurt.

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Now I understand clearly the key is giving out love without expecting or longing for anything in return.

Last night I was filled with inner-love, bathed in light. Now in return I pour out love to others without expectation. I learned that in releasing the control of love, my love multiplies a thousand times more.

I learned that with society today, love is sometimes a frightening word. Something to be owned or rationed. As if love had boundaries and limitations.  Love is limitless. Because of fear, and fear alone, people carry love, but  don’t speak of love. Fear is the bars of love.

Imagine a man standing with a ball and catching glove. The ball is love in essence, in purest form. The man is clutching the ball in his glove. He does not want to give the essence away until he knows many things. He does not want to toss the ball until he questions: Where is this ball going? Who will receive it? Who will benefit? Will I benefit? Is this okay? Am I wrong? In what form is this essence? In what form will it be received? Will the essence be returned as I wish? Will the essence not be returned?  Will the essence be understood? Do I have enough to give away? Will I be left lacking? Should I throw my ball? Should I wait?

And the inner-dialogue, the clutching of essence continues. The ball is clutched so tightly into the glove that the man does not have open glove to receive. Until he throws his ball, his glove remains cave-in, shrunken, and unattainable.

This is the image I saw:

I saw a person with a glove. But there was not one glove. There were infinite gloves. The gloves were open wide and surrounding every facet of the person’s aura. This person was continually sending balls (love essence) into the universal field. The gloves were each made of clear crystal. The crystal gloves were open, so they could each receive abundance of love. Yet, because they were crystal, they only absorbed the light, everything else not of light and love was repelled off of them and dissipated into the universe. I then saw my being, my aura, my light, surrounded in thousands of crystal gloves, one after the other, shielding me.

Today I detach from fear.

Today I visualize pure love.

I send love without motive or questioning.

I keep my gloves open.

I openly receive the universal love and openly dissipate all that is not of love and light into healing form.

I shine with crystals surrounding me.

I resonate in high vibration.

I am energized.

The more I release love, the more love returns.

It is only when my glove is clutched closed that I am unable to receive.

I choose to remain open in a perpetual motion of releasing essence and accepting essence.

I need never close my glove to catch and receive.

Nothing is caught.

To catch implies to trap.

To catch in a glove implies to cut out light.

Everything is absorbed.

The essence is absorbed straight through the center of my glove.

The crystal protects me.

The love feeds me.

Yesterday, through the help of a friend, I became aware that my deep capacity to LOVE is a gift. My gift is from source. When feeling some fear yesterday over the intense love I feel for people at moments, my friend explained to me that this intensity is because I have this gift.  I recognize that my love is not something I need to hide in the darkness of a closed glove. My love is glorious.

I saw in my vision that the key to healing is mankind learning to love unconditionally. I saw that so many carry closed gloves and fear LOVE. This is a dichotomy in the greatest sense. This is confusion and the grandest of illusion. LOVE is never fear. LOVE is never wrong.

Love cannot hurt. Only the shards of broken illusions hurt.

Love is less pure when motive is attached and expectations, but even then LOVE is LOVE. Love is the only element that cannot transform. The only element that grows the more love is transmitted. Love is in everyone waiting to be transmitted. We only need open our gloves.

Part of what has been labeled and perceived as Aspergers, is largely a HUGE capacity to love. I understand there is never any fault or wrong in loving a person. I was put here at this exact moment to  love. When I share my love, I am in element. When I do not, I suffer. When my gloves are closed tightly, I cannot experience the beneficial love. Today I remain with my gloves open. Today, and in all ways.

I invite you to open your glove.

This is for those of  YOU who recognize someone in this lifetime that you KNOW you have loved for a thousand years. (AlienHippy) :  )))