Julie Kennedy Art

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness,
That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves
Who am I to be Brilliant
Gorgeous, Talented, Fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking
So that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone.

As we let our own light shine
We give others permission to do the same;
As we're liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

Marianne Williamson
(from 'A Return to Love')
Official website: www.marianne.com

Beautiful being travels to Earth,
Full of deep love and infinite worth,
A wondrous gift to bring in more light,
A love for our planet, a purpose so bright,
Travels from heaven, on Angel wings ride,
Compassion and knowledge lay deep inside.

Eyes bright with wonder, so much to share,
Gentle and kind, for all others care,
Uniting the Heavens in joyous elation,
Here to teach truths of growth and creation,
A child is born, to grow and unfold,
But world is too harsh, too sharp and too cold.

"You're silly, you're bad,"
"You make me so mad,"
"That's stupid, that's dumb,"
"You've made me feel glum,"
"That's nasty, you're mean,"
"Shut up and keep clean,"
"Look at your mess,"
"You cause me such stress."

A truck full of baggage, "I'm bad and I'm mean,"
So much to carry - and barely a teen.
Mission from heaven almost forgotten,
Seeks numb from world that's painful and rotten,
Colours are fading, spirit is dying,
Draining of life, giving up trying.

Guarding of words, too scared to speak,
Grey, timid, anxious, fearful and weak,
Safety in numbers, be grateful, don't moan,
Work hard, prove worthy, spend more, be a clone.
Follow the crowd, too frightened to think,
Writing a story with watered-down ink.

A cog in a clock, daily existing,
Spirit is crying, yelling, resisting,
Inner-pain, turmoil, growing conflict,
Desperate for peace, self-harm inflict,
Lost and alone, mind seeks solution,
Food, drama, drugs, inner-pollution.

Violence and crime, death and disease,
Mental health problems, lumps of unease,
Enough, stop, enough, too much to take,
Barrel is full, something must break,
Illness sets in but drugs won't resolve,
Patient tries hard but pain won't dissolve.

Symptoms won't patch with medics and pills,
Problems immense, 'mystery' ills,
Crying for help as life-end creeps near,
Thank god an Angel does bravely appear,
Love and support, begin to unpack,
Releasing of past, finding way back.

Freer and freer, lighter and lighter,
Visions of purpose, world seeming brighter,
Discovering self, trust guidance inside,
Permission to shine, light spans far and wide,
Forgiving and healing, new day, new birth,
Once again bringing pure Heaven to Earth.

Hazel Trudeau ©2006

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1999

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann © 1927

Then a ploughman said, Speak to us of Work.
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things your fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.

Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)

I am the bearer of water, the carrier of rainfall,
The life force of growth, the rainforest in bloom.
I bring laughter and joy, the inner workings of the mind.
I am light and air and the being of true friendship.

I am the late summer sun reflected off dark emerald leaves.
I am the virgin that harvests the ripe golden corn,
I am purity and perfection, I am Midas reborn.
I am the salt of the earth and the spirit of the fields.

I am cold to the touch, dead fallen leaves,
The memories of Autumns past flow in my veins.
I am envy and dark passion and the hidden underworld.
I am fluid and deep, I am water's Worlds End.

I am written in the stars, I am complex and a riddle.
I am flesh and bone, but I am part of the living.

Jade Kennedy ©2009

The beginning of a new month on a chilling October eve, she starts her journey.

A Maiden in full bloom graces the night sky
She is young and impulsive, full of the stirrings of love's first kiss.
Exploring her body as it develops the first blush of womanhood,
With a china smooth face she embraces the future.

When she develops her feminine virtues, she becomes soft and yielding,
She gazes upon the earth like a celestial Great Mother,
Blessing us all with her comforting beauty.
She is the being of sweet dreams and an awe inspiring muse.

All too quickly she begins to tire, the Mother replaced by a wise old woman,
Smiling at her life that's mostly in the past,
Her memories are gems in her crown of life.
She teaches freely of her experiences and smiles in the face of the unknown.

The journey has now been lived as she steps into the unknown,
But the circle of life continues through Maiden, Mother and Crone.

Jade Elizabeth ©2009

Do you know how difficult it is to tread the path of light
Surrounded by a world invested in darkness?

Do you understand that your emanating inner light is a beacon
And the brighter you become the more darkness you will attract?

Do you know that if you stop you will be swallowed up and become like all the rest?
Like all the others who fear, who hate, who are conduits for the darkness,
To be used and cast aside.

Do you realise that you will be confused in the presence of darkness?
That logic will elude you
For the darkness will use all kinds of trickery to destroy you,
One way or the other - even at your own hands.

Do you know this world has reached a crisis point when you will be asked, finally
"Which master do you serve?"
Love or Hate

Do you comprehend the enormity of it? Do you understand the implications?
As the light gets stronger - so too does the darkness,
For the darkness hates the light, the darkness hates the truth.

Do you know you will be asked to analyse everything and everyone
To the extent that your brain will almost cease to function
In order for you to see the truth.

And do you realise that when you try to pass the information on
To those still in darkness
You will be mocked and pilloried and deemed as mad
For you must be silent, and observe and play the games they play,
Whilst knowing they are indeed games.

Do you know how hard it is to be who you are
When all around you are invested in making you what they want you to be
For their benefit - for their darkness.
For when you try to expose your light and verbalise your enlightenment
You will be brought back to 'reality' by those who profess to be doing it
Because they Love You.

Do you comprehend the heartache you will suffer when those you love
Who choose not to journey with you
Turn against you - unable to understand or forgive
That you cannot stay with them in the darkness.

And do you know there will be no rewards, or appreciation, or pats on the back
Once you begin on the path of enlightenment.

Be aware of your future before you take the step - before you begin your quest
For it is not an easy path
You may lose much of what you hold dear during the journey
Including your sanity, your ability to manifest, your identity
You will believe you are mad - or stupid - or both
Accept that you are neither, but a Warrior for Love
And for the Future of this World.

Julie Kennedy ©2003

Written in script by timid candle light
Words flowing vivid and satisfying like fresh cream
A feast of literary musings
A banquet for tired eyes
and a comforting friend for a weary soul
A mouthwatering release of passion
upon clean white sheets
longing with bated breath to be adorned
with beauty
A poet's most intimate thoughts forever
encased in blackest ink

Jade Elizabeth ©2009
Gold Trophy winning entry - www.allpoetry.com

Cast tired eyes upon a cliché day,
push cobwebs of melancholy away.

Sit back and give life her wide berth,
as you watch perfection sweep the earth,
where sky embraces land and kisses tender wave,
and all of life merges, as history turns a page.

Walk the mossy bank, teasing the stream,
with foot dangling 'neath apricot dream.

Seize transient moment,
inhaling beauty's inspiration.

Float the eye across the way,
at sunlight's first salutation.

Internalize the glowing rays.
Bask in serenity of isolation.

© 2009 Sharon Kingrey, Little Rock, Arkansas
Gold Trophy Winner
Poetry competition "Poetry for the Soul"

Enter through the gates of time and leave your world behind
Enter where time means nothing and woes long forgotten
Take the journey and leap with your soul with the freedom of your heart.

In this place you are who you wish to be and not that which you are
Dance with the music of creation and live in life eternal
Sing with the mastery of your voice and join in with the angels melody.

Feel your strength course through your veins with the gift only you possess
Sail on endless seas of stars and play with your wildest dreams
Search for answers that you could never find before and find the greatest wisdom

Love to span the ages and an eternity in one single glance
Freedom keeps you but releases you also
Step into the gateway and find yourself again.

© 2009 Carl J Gray, East Yorkshire, England
Silver Trophy Winner
Poetry competition "Poetry for the Soul"

The visions swirl in my dreams
And I try to grasp them
Just beyond my reach

Brilliant shades of blue
They fill my heart to overflowing
And provide memories all new

I reach forward and back
Groping for the awareness
That I currently lack

No more thoughts surface
And I drift lovingly through the blue
Not worrying about my purpose.

© 2009 Dominique Gluckman, California, USA
Bronze Trophy Winner
Poetry competition "Poetry for the Soul"