Friday, April 23, 2010

The Holy Grail



What is the Grail,

the Holy Grail?


Sought in Arthurian times

as a goblet,

as treasure,

as pure love.


The Grail is my body.

Like a studded goblet

sturdy through the years

studded with the jewels

of the acts of kindness

and compassion

and filled with love.


The Holy Grail

of each of our bodies

is filled with what?


Love is not given nor taken,

rather love is discovered and allowed.

It doesn’t matter

how much love

Creator gifts to each of us.


It only matters

how much love

we discover and accept.


It only matters

how much love

we feel worthy

to allow to fill

the Holy Grail of self.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 23, 2010

Inspired by the THE MAYAN ORACLE book by Spilsbury and Bryner

Today is Men in the Mayan calendar. From Page. 237 of the book.

“Men asks a question of the universal quest: “What is the secret of the Grail,

and whom does it serve?" The answer reveals "The earth and I are one

---and so serve all."


Monday, April 19, 2010

2012 - Creator's Breath

On Source’s EXHALE

we traveled so deep

into the darkness

of our free will

and self-exploration.


All the while,

feeling abandoned

by Spirit.

When it was us

abandoning the

love of Creator.


On Source’s INHALE,

we move toward will alignment

with Creator/God/Source.


Moving into love of self.

We feel again,

our love of Source and self.


And we remember

that Creator is

within us.

That we are

ONE.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

September 25, 2009

Inspired by Claire Montanaro’s view of 2012

ILLUSION


One of the dark’s

greatest tools

is ILLUSION.


My mission

is to save,

fix, or change

others.

ILLUSION!


My mission

is to walk

the most light

my spirit can radiate.

MY TRUTH!


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

January 10, 2010


Thank you Pam Walling

For Ventana Canyon time

CREATION MYTH

Our creation myth

is to bring light

out of darkness.


What a perfect palate

of darkness we’ve created,

of murder and mayhem

starvation and sickness.


Into which we bring

the lightness

of our love and joy,

of our compassion and respect.


Into which we bring

the lightness of

our peace and gratitude.


Into which

we work to keep our focus

on the reality of our life,

on the beauty

of our light

and our world.


Focusing not on the darkness,

but on the light,

on love and peace.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 25, 2010

Through Our Eyes


Creator

is the wind

under our wings.


Creator

doesn’t tell us

where to fly.


Creator just allows the wind

we can use

under our wings

to fly.


Then Creator

enjoys the new sights

through our eyes.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

March 24, 2010

Reminds me of my current favorite quote

“The eye by which I see God

is the eye by which God sees me.”

Meister Eckart von Hockeim

God Didn’t Call


God never called me.

God is.


God waited

‘til I noticed

that She is me.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

February 4, 2004

THE FEATHER


Today I find

a feather

I AM


Exploded from

the pillow

that is the Beloved


I drift

so gently

so effortlessly


I drift

against

pain and cruelty


I kiss it


I drift onto

The bosom

Of the Beloved.


I rest.


Lizette Stiehr

Thank you Oriah Mountain Keeper for THE CALL

February 17, 2004

THE GREAT WILL

“Not my will, but Thy will”

is a lie.

It separates what is one.


“I am willing to will the will of God”

was me ever reaching

closer to the truth

that we are ONE.


“I am willing the will of God”

was reaching closer yet,

toes in the water of truth,

ankles in the water of the Beloved.


“I am the will of God”

is my truth.

The angels speak

When I’m headed aright.


I am committed

to the path,

ever inward, ever bigger.

And always finding

the shadow places

that need a bit more light,

or a lot more light

in the ocean of love

within.


“”I am the will of God”

does not make me God,

but it clears God

to full rights to me.


“I am the will of god”

makes me an atom of Her toenail.

But it fills every cell of me

with the beloved.


“I am the will of God”.

Help me find daily

the patterns in me

that aren’t yet love.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

Dedicated to Bev Knox

February 5, 2004