Sifted

“Abandon Your Past To God”~ El Morya Khan

 

I have been sifted

pulled from one reality to another

from LA to Atlanta is the physical destination

my soul is employed on the inside job

my ego is being sifted like a grain of sand through

the hands of God

There is only surrender

there is only the here and now

trying to make sense of “what just happened to me”?!

yet the more I keep asking that question

the more the past has a hold of me

I surrender

I release something of my old self every day

I go kicking and screaming some days

other days I am in the flow of the moment’s revelation

I put everything into my new cd

my retirement my energy my life

to come out on the other side of a leap of faith

exhausted depleted and literally fighting for  my life

hope is still alive

this day I am healed one more day into 

an elevated consciousness

life is a shimmy with no handrails

faith drives a vision

and acceptance reveals bravery

Each day I abandon parts of my past

and take the love divine with me

as ego dresses fall and divine love rebirths

the real souls stay 

and the unreal fades

and so this road we travel

we share the highs and lows

the caresses the blows

and all the awhile we are all being reborn

as in the blooming rose…

I am sifted

as only a grain of sand I AM

however in this grain of sand

my soul illuminates and ever changing landscape

of wondrous humans souls..

the universe knows my name as a sound

diana

and your name as it is pronounced

sacred unto its reverberation

and together if we falter in the sonic chamber of life

we reach out our hand and share the lift

towards the sun of being

we share the sift

only to become refined

in the here and now..

new life awaits us all each day..

“I die daily”~ St Paul 

Love,

Diane Rose Kelly 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wind of Valor

To Serve

the highest good of all

to gift from the core of being

a pure soul

stands

and gifts the light of love

on and on 

The Earthen field

withstanding heartbreak

gail force winds of those elements

that are not of heavens air

I breathe..

to collect myself

to find respite

for to know what is mine

or what is the collective

merges a transmutation within in me…

A holy calling

from whence the mind has no understanding

a soul on duty without sense…

an empath

requires tools 

A prayer is all I have

a saving grace throws up a sail

torn between empathy and fierceness

where is the balance

oh divine feminine save me

I lost you somewhere between here and there

chasing a dream 

that has come 

be still the silent voice screams

for the waves crash so loud 

upon my shore

as I lay letting the sand consume my flesh

and the waters caress

this space

this place between Heaven within and Earthen elements

as my body lay 

surrendered to divine truth

and starlight wisdom

I am healing

because I am feeling

It hurts so bad

but it is clearing 

the dross from my human heart

and whatever else tagged along…

my soul carving me out

for true freedom to reign

and to quote a kindred heroin

“I’m not afraid I was born to do this”!

As the wind of valor restores my countenance

among heavens dominions and thrones….

Diane Rose Kelly 3.7.19

 

Quote: Jeanne d’Arc