Mystery

Wonder what all this means--I am a bit confused-my over soul is out there in the universe; watching, observing from a distance. I am the observer of dreams, yet I am the weaver of those dreams--above all I am the dream. I have learnt a very valuable lesson- I am the butterfly dreaming I am man.

I am trying to wonder what is happening--this fabulous, awesome mystery of creation--which is the manifestation of light itself which all is simply is love!--Who is actually me.

Actually they are all dated the same date-- I have no idea how that is possible--for all entries were entered on different dates--God is playing tricks on me.

Why? Well GOD is God-is God-is god. But it is all good!

Tempus fugit

Tempus fugit at a frightening pace, yet each moment seems endless when I don`t hear from you. How are you? Lots to do here, the material seems to rule our lives. Yes, man`s downfall, that very anchor that keeps us chained to the physical. At times I so wish I were a monk somewhere by the sea with nothing except prayers to my name. Yet we keep doing this to ourselves, forging the very link of our chain. No wonder man is doomed, for we keep doing it relentlessly. How right Jesus was. But our ego overides all, thus we fall.

I hope you did many pleasant things, and had some fun. Did you think of me? I did,  but when do I not? Well my sweet cuppy cake, that is the way it is here, and love is dancing by. May the angels fill you with Divine blessing today and always. May spirit break free of the fetters  that bind all of us  and may you soar above all earthly constraints, like an eagle. Be ever mindful of what is really important in life. This is my prayer for you as well as myself. Be happy and never forget love

Sending you my love that is deep as the ocean and kisses as many as there are grains of sand on the beaches of the universe.

Your Red Dragon

Suzanne

All--in pencil this morning. My all, my heart, but you are so very much more to me which I cannot

express. You bring me joy and inexplicable  happiness. Each moment I imagine you, 
writing each word to me-such beautiful words of love, thus I am enriched and my spirit sings. I treasure
each word, each moment as you heart beats within mine. Your soul resides within mine if that is at all 
possible. 

I cannot express my emotions enough, but I know that you know. I pray that I can in a small way be to 
you that which you are to me.

I thank God for your presence in my life and for loving me. I live in humble gratitude for I am aware that the present moment will simply be a memory soon.

May the Lord bless you with health, may his presence be ever beating within your heart. May love encompass each second of your life this is my wish only for you.

Every night you are a forever presence in my dreams and you also fill my daytime moments, you are forever with me. I feel you, I see you and I do not feel the distance space between us. Be that we are near, or far the heart is unaware of distance or time. Love is a gift seldom shared in a true way by many, I think we are one of the blessed few.

I wish I could be that Suzanne for you, the one who would takes you down to the river, the one you would love to lie with and spend the night with.  I wish I could be the one that you could travel with blindly,  for you know you can trust me for I have touched your perfect body with my mind.

Near or far I shall always be loving you,
Suzie 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owpkZzSRlYA

Speechless

 


Sweet love of my--a something breathtakingly beautiful written just for us by Rumi:

"Both light and shadow are the dance of love.

 Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God`s secret.

Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless. 

Although I may try and describe love, when I experience it, I am speechless.

Although I may try and write about love, I am rendered helpless.

My pen breaks, and the paper slips away at the ineffable place where lover , loving and loved are one.

Every moment is made glorious by the light of love"

--and how do I love thee sweet Oliver?  Words cannot say, for I am left speechless.

Suzie

Muse

It is the dawning of an other beautiful day. Your exquisite words resounding in my heart, burning right into the very fabric of my soul. You, the wizard of enchantment of words,  the spirit of writers and poets of old. Oh, are we not lucky? My world is filled with absolute bliss. You silently crept into my soul and transformed me into this glowing rainbow of illuminating colors. Each day that passes, the colors become brighter and brighter, the reason being it is an abundance of happiness.

Happiness is a grateful spirit, a heart full of love and knowing that you love me. But just remember one thing--I love you more. Have a blessed day filled with love, beauty and inspiration.

Your very own
little Muse-Suzie

Us

6 February/2013

Now I simply have to comment on this beautiful painting of Raphael, "The Sistine Madonna" his last alter piece--.  As you well realize I have her--she is a sepia antique etching circa l860 over my bed, in a beautiful  oak frame, she is life size --It is only only Our Lady and  baby Jesus not the entire scene. I have only realized now, after decades that the two well known cherubs are at her feet and are gazing at her in amazement. I have always known that they were Raphael`s cherubs, but did not know of their location (angels), the picture is in  Dresden, Germany. There, it resides as one of the central pieces in the "Old master`s Gallery" .No I am not so clever, I looked it up :-).


In 2007, when you sent the little "black rainbow angel" you sent a number of long hand written letters, as well as a number of cards, including one with these  two sweet things.

You said, " Well--here is to us aye? Here we are contemplating the mysteries of the universe and of the internet and  totally bare ass naked".

You also said, Betty Davies once said, ~ why ask for the moon when we already have the stars~  But love does that , and though we have a whole universe between us I often cannot but feel that nothing I could even give to you could in any way express the true depth of my gratitude for the imesurable treasures you give to me each day so utterly without stinting.

In truth, I don`t deserve you. And yet you put up with me, proclaiming that God is good after all, for if a an so unworthy as myself could be loved by one as you, then truly is the creation alive with blessed wonder."

No how on earth could I not love you--tell me?
 Suzie

Kindred spirits

Hey there my special angel. How are you?I hope the weekend is kind to you, and there will be  no more snow or storms. When I write these notes in the mornings I feel so very close to you. I feel connected and I am at peace with myself and us. I imagine you sleeping I am sure you can feel that, I may even wake you. The waking day is different for then you are busy, it is the nights and early mornings that are special. Then I am ever more present Does this make sense? I hope so, but for me you creep into my thoughts ever so often, ever so frequently more times that you could ever imagine during the day. At times during the most unexpected moments--I love it, and I love you.

"That deepest thing, that recognition, that knowledge, that sense of kinship began the first time I saw you, and it is the same now, Only now it is a thousand times deeper and more tender . I shall love you to eternity. I loved you long before we had met. I knew that when I first saw you. It was destiny. We are together like this and nothing can shake us apart" Gibran`s word quoted from Mary Haskell`s journal 12th March/1922"

For me it was the first time I read your words. See--there are others that feel like us--kindred spirits of love.  One spirit, two wings. Forever Arany Csillagom, thus it was, thus it is and thus it shall be.

Your Suzie