The Heart is Listening

Winged horses and white palaces

of everlasting light

fill the soul with wonder

in the mystical, magical night.

Each dream I dream is a fantasy

of rarest delight,

so full of sound and beauty:

each color glistens bright.

No echo from a dreary past

can enter this sweet place,

because the heart is listening,

and touches Heaven's face.

Lorena Johnson/Cami

Are we really significant?

As I sit here contemplating the disasters of the past few months and more of the past few days, I think of the possibility of the end of our existence as we know it.
As much as we would like to think of our existence as human beings, compared to eternity and evolution of the all, we are really pretty insignificant.
Our food sources are drying up with the depletion of the soil from over farming, disasters abound and are getting worse, and war is always a possibility of our destruction. 
We can make drastic changes by leaning on new food sources such as algea and building more storm resistent homes, but if an ice age is upon us and the earth shifts poles suddenly, nothing will help. 
I think about the importance of us as humans in the immensity of multiple universes and beyond and think, If we are soul and it is eternal, what new form will soul take to express itself next?

Be An Individual

 Written by my friend, Grant Brewer from Australia.

Can you hear the “sound of life” moving through this time
It motivates us all – both me an you and can be harsh or can be sublime

Sometimes the pitch may vary depending on the need and flow
But it requires that change in strength for all our souls to feed on and to grow

The light that follows the path the sound does make
Can be dim or bright depending on the way you make these things equate

Whether the end of this path is just a beginning of another with new places and goals unknown
Carried through this level upon more unheard waves of sound and by the “winds of time” blown

Is something that at this time we can only guess
But intrigues me for one I really must confess

Ones that have and do accept that this is fate and to their belief in their individual souls “self” hold true
Are the ones that will enjoy the easiest transition and put the guiding signs there - maybe even before me and you

So when and if it happens chance putting one foot before the other and head again towards another end
Be you son or daughter, husband or wife. father and mother or even just a friend.

Learn from and keep the good and bad from this level that you now hold
It will give your soul the strength to once again hold your head up and be bold

For if there is an end to journey – and this is the great unproven of our quest
If you have held your individual sound and light in all levels – you would have done your best.

Journey With A Friend

Living in the present seems like a large task sometimes, but pays off in keeping stress down. Life can otherwise be a bit overwhelming at times, so focusing on the moment helps. If you can make the moment count it will make each step make more sense. It's almost like not looking down when you are on a precipice.


Journey With a Friend
2006

I saw a robin in the cold of winter
and wondered at it's will to survive!
He flew right up to me
as I silently called to him.
Soul to soul we understood.
Tomorrow may bring sorrow,
but today is mighty fine.
A blood red sun is starting its climb
and the earth is very still.
The trees are bare
laced with icy branches,
December's chill.
A stark roost for a weary friend
who waits for springtime
or a bitter end.
We are joined in spirit,
that bird and I.
Our journey's taking us
over similar paths.
We breathe the same air,
we see the same sights,
we need the same needs,
and when our day is done,
we rest in the arms of the same universe.
There is no separation from the divine.

Lorenalila/cami

Blossoms In The Snow

 

 I wrote this and put it to music a few years ago when a friend lost a young child.


Blossoms in the snow,
We often wonder,
where did  they go?
Dew drops on a petal
glistening in the sun.
We share their love
for a moment,
and then they are gone.

Blossoms in the snow.
God needs angels in heaven,
so we bow our heads and cry.

In the dark of the night
we think we see them flying.
Guardian angels
looking over us from above.
Guardian angels
sending us back God's love.
Sending us back God's love.

Blossoms in the snow.
Where did they go?

Lorena/Cami

How to listen to God's voice

This is a song I wrote for a seminar in Salt Lake City in the late nineties.  The theme of the seminar was how to listen to God's voice.  There is a bit of repetition in the song to go along with the modern music of the day.  It was a lovely seminar and I learned a lot.  The fellow who accompanied me on his guitar is now the Resa in Utah.  Quite a nice musician with his own band.

There Are Many Ways To Listen To God's Voice

There ae many ways to listen to God's voice;

through the eyes of a child;

through the eyes of my fellow man;

Ohhhhh,

if I listen, if I listen.

My own heart speaks so clearly,

when I listen, when I listen.

Messages come trom the Golden Tongue

when I listen, when I listen.

The call of an eagle flying high above;

the whisper of an animal seeking my love;

the wind in the trees;

the whistle of a train;

a running brook; 

a hive of bees;

the soft pelting rain;

a beggar;

a thief;

a lonely soul needing to talk;

music from a stereo;

rustling leaves when I walk.

There are many ways to listen to God's voiece

when I listen, when I listen,

and there really isn't every any mystery,

only a choice,

just to listen, if I listen,

only listen.

lyrics and melody written by Lorena Johnson

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