Liberty Falls in the Rain

The spiky spruce needles

are reflected in my hot tea,

while protecting me from

the drip of twelve hours

of Alaska soft rain.

The tea reflection

shimmers to my heart beat,

unheard against the

downhill rant

of Liberty River,

inches from my toes.

Shades of green

dress my camping spot.

River rocks color the water green.

Moss lines the shore

while horsetails stand guard,

and alder leaves glitter,

silvery in the gray light.

Shadowy ancient spruce

line the sky,

only interrupted

by the rare towering cottonwood.

The narrow cut of the steep valley

is dressed in green top to bottom.

Silver slashes compliment the green.

Shaggy wet tree trunks

and high rock walls hung vertical,

contrast with the horizontal river shore.

With a unrelenting gray sky above.

I so love it here.

This is where my soul finds

sustenance in the river quiet,

in the river noise.

My eyes feast on the green

and my heart calms finding center.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 10, 2011

May Your Eye, May My Eye

May your eye be single.

May you see through

the eye of love and joy,

a world at peace.

An inner world

where the waves

of colliding duality out there,

are humorous, as your eye

sees only Creator’s creation.

A world intended for joy.

May your eye be single.

May you know

that the eye through which you see Creator

is the eye through which Creator sees you.

And Creator sees you

through a lens of love and acceptance.

Do you see a God

of love and acceptance?

May your eye be single.

May you celebrate

the incredible beauty

of a green sunlit leaf

against an impossibly blue sky.

And

may you accept

your own shadows.

May your eye be single.

May my eye be single,

As I walk the crooked path

between choosing to see beauty

and accepting others choices

as they are.

May my eye be single.

May my eye be single

as I choose unity.

The unity field,

informed by duality

by either/or choices,

a world of black or white,

right or wrong.

I choose a field in which

those extremes

create a trinitized field,

with Creator’s energy leading.

The field allows for love and fear,

with the fear to showing me

where love is not yet.

May my eye be single.

May my eye be single

leaves no room for judgment.

I see you as a creation

of Creator who is exploring

all the options..

No mistakes, just

new directions.

Is it joyful?

Then follow it.

Is it painful?

Then turn anew.

May my eye be single.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 10, 2011

Stillness

Finding stillness

within

is like reaching the

mountain top.

While re-framing thoughts,

while climbing the mountain,

all is focused front and center:

deal with this thought,

explore, understand,

love and release.

Put this foot in front

of the other.

Eyes on the trail for safety.

But mental stillness

puts you on the mountain top.

Suddenly you are in

the center of open space.

Focus no longer limited

to the front views.

You can look in any direction.

View changing freely

without holding you

in any limitation.

Freedom and stillness.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 11. 2011

Wind Horse

I sit far forward on my wind horse,

a combination of Pegasus and unicorn,

known in Lemurian times as a symbol of

spiritual mastery.

I feel the ribbed flying muscles

Contract and release powerfully.

I lean forward,

my head against her neck.

The wind rushes by,

stars twinkling near and far.

I just feel.

It doesn’t matter where

we’re going to…

only the journey itself.

Through the dark,

lit by countless candle stars.

The wind horse is

collectively the symbol for Sagittarius.

The centaur, a male archer,

morphing into the unicorn,

the gentle mythical horse only

seen by the pure of heart.

Sagittarius wanting to aim

for our highest truth.

Once a warrior hunting,

now gently seeking through

our inner female heart.

My search for spiritual mastery

has evolved from ruthlessly aiming my arrows

for “the” truth, regardless of who’s in

the target range,

to gently accepting and discovering

the truths about me:

both light and dark.

seeking the unicorn through love of self.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

May 23, 2011

Fate Versus Destiny

Fate versus destiny.

Destiny versus fate.

Fate reminds you

that your body is on loan

from nature.

And the dues it

will collect

include the demise,

the death of the form.

But destiny

sings to you

of the dues you

owe your soul.

Singing of the deepest

longing of your soul

for it’s unique expression

in the world.

The cry for creativity

to pour out of you,

uncontainable joy

in the union with Creation.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 6, 2011

Inspired from August 2011 Sedona Journal

Kathlyn Kingdon “The Earth’s Struggle

Between Fate and Destiny” p. 44