WHITE MOON UPWARD

When I read the words in this title I immediately saw a wolf with his head pointed upward while howling at a glorious white moon. He stands alone on a mountaintop, being with his inner knowing. He howls from a heart filled with pain while giving it up to something beyond him. The past is not his interest nor is his future. He is fully in the now while allowing his pain and suffering to emerge and disappear into the night sky.

We wolves howl for so many reasons. Perhaps he is howling at the world to recognize him for who he is. Maybe he is crying his loneliness into the dark night as he suffers the loss of his mate who lies still beside him

Who but wolves understand the language or the subtleties in his voice that expose his grief, his joy or his sorrow? It’s a beautiful night for him; a glorious night as he releases his pain into the night sky and to the white moon that he knows will be present for him tomorrow if he looks upward. Yes, some things are priceless and free. In the life of us creatures, for the ones who look up it is bliss.

And so it is...

Written for you with Love,
Barbara Rasp


"If I were to make a religion, this would be the basic thing in it:
That anybody who becomes enlightened first would have to go through a nervous breakdown. Only then will we have a breakthrough."
OSHO

A SACRED PLACE

There is a place, not far away
A place where Love abides,
Some call it Heaven or Paradise,
And some say the other side.

It’s a place of beauty, a place of joy,
A place where freedom flows,
To find this place, just close your eyes,
And meet the One that knows.

This little poem came to me in meditation. It happens occasionally “out of the blue.” Since I don’t consider myself a poet, I’m always in awe when a poem comes through. What I do know is that my inner voice…that Voice of Wisdom… is always ready to speak when I allow.

Sometimes the Voice speaks of the mundane and sometimes about the Spirit. Over the years I’ve learned that Wisdom’s Voice does not categorize, label or rank one over the other. It sees all as whole, something I need remind myself to embody and remember each time I meditate.

I consider Wisdom’s Voice quite a gift, but it isn’t exclusive. Everyone has the potential to receive Wisdom. Since we live in a world where everything appears separate, many are not aware that this connection is even possible. Like many brothers and sisters, I was once living a life of constant turmoil. I was trapped in my mind and didn’t know that Wisdom was patiently waiting.

Today I find that there is nothing more loving than to sit quietly in that Sacred Place and allow Wisdom to speak. Anyone who holds the longing to hear this Voice can hear it. Yes, it usually takes patience, desire and persistence. It also requires an open heart and a willingness to place ego talk in the background. With all my heart I believe that this is the only way to true inner peace and freedom.

Written for you with Love,
Barbara Rasp


Each moment is a gift, a blessing. My gifts of life are yours, for you are the wonder of the world, the light that shines for me, the love that showers on others, and the joy that permeates the wholeness of all creation.

Remember, an open heart is a grateful heart that is aware of the many blessings. When you let your heart be open, your troubles will melt away like the winter snows. When you are on your knees in loving gratitude your heart opens and the bud within bursts forth into a fragrant flower. It is here you are with me.

Be grateful for one another. Be thankful for each revelation that takes you forward. When, in your heart, you are truly aware of my gifts to you and understand the wealth of life, then you are truly free.

From “A Gift of Roses,” by Barbara Rasp

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