My Virgo-ness so loves
order, outlines and org charts.
But we no longer recognize
any external authority figure.
There is no God out there,
only a huge Creator in here,
with whom
I AM ONE.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
Thank you Ken Wilber
I arrive at
preparing to walk the familiar pine-needled path
through ancient trees, toward the hills.
But the path is totally different.
Spruce beetle kill has downed the huge trees
blocking the path, routing one far uphill.
And light floods into
what was once deep forest.
So odd… filled with light, yet not passable.
How like my inner life.
The old path of service to others
regardless of the cost to me,
has become impassable.
Now the path is rerouted anew,
unknown and unclear.
I walk a new path that releases me
from the old patterns of a “good” woman
who gives more than she has,
who stays until death
who never gets angry.
I walk the new path.
I serve the light as defined from within.
I serve the light of peace and contentment,
of joy and harmony and growth.
I’ve graduated to a new path
that only opens right in front of me.
I’ve graduated into a new path
of loving me enough
to fill my own well
from within.
Lizette Stiehr
At the campground above
I drive over this
rough road,
cut anew.
The car is
rocking and rolling.
I feel such gratitude
for this new path.
As you choose
not me,
ironically
I find the
true place
off my value.
I find and name,
I discover and allow,
a bigger and deeper
love of and for
myself.
The work
of being
atonement
(at-one-ment)
is to love self
not be lovable.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
Emotion
is energy
in motion.
E-motion.
I find/feel
the energy,
the frequency
of my insecurity.
I forgive
that part of me,
that so wishes
I’d do it better,
hold more strongly.
When my Virgo
mutable self
is so dedicated
to dissolving and
transforming.
True transformation
comes through forgiveness.
I allow forgiveness.
I forgive me.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
Inspired by Ruth Evelyn
Sedona Journal, June 2010 Page 89
Your 9 year old boy body
stumbles to my meditation chair
sleep heavy.
You body curls,
an unfurled fern,
to fit into the lap
of my empty chalice.
My heart vibrates
breathlessly
as it pumps love out
over your every cell.
This is sweetness
Beyond imagining.
GranmaZette
Another Saturday morning following a sweet sleep over
The Holy Grail, the chalice
of my precious human body
is porous.
Each jewel
studding the goblet,
another piece of
energy/love/work
DONE.
The chalice is porous.
Each jewel now dedicated
to the release of that liquid,
that definition of Lizette.
The goblet empties of liquid,
leaving space for light and love.
Not of love given by another,
but of love discovered and allowed
for Self.
The Holy Grail, the chalice
then becomes the emptiness,
the nothingness,
the ordinariness
that allows it to overflow
with the light of joy
And love for all.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
In deep appreciation to Osho for his “strength” card.