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

video

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Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all of you lovely Moms! My mom died when I was 8 days old, so I know what it is to do without her. Be grateful if you have a good mom. If she is alive, tell her a lot how you love her and if she has passed, tell her anyway. I know she will hear you. Mother's love never ends

Animal Cruelty

My daughter Holli told me about this vivid dream she had a while back and I just have to share it with her permission.  she is going to draw it on her computer when she gets a little time, but I will just tell you the story now.  She is an strong animal rights activist so this is a great story and shows how sincere her love for these little souls is.

"I dreamed I was a court recorder and all the victims and people in court were animals with wings.  The judge was also an animal with wings.
The defendant was a human male who had treated the plaintiff, an animal with wings, very cruelly in it's life.
All of the jury and people attending had been victims that had suffered terrible abuse and many had been maimed.
The verdict was given and he was sentenced to return on earth as an animal given to a cruel owner."


I don't know about you all out there, but this gave me shivers.  I can barely stand to think about a poor animal being treated so badly.  It saddens me so much.

Please be careful how you treat our animal friends.  They are there for us to teach us love, not to be abused.
Love them and also your fellow human beings and treat each like you would like  to be treated.
Thanks for listening.

Lorena/Cami

I Had A Dream

I know this is going to sound like the ramblings of a crazy person and I understand how you all could interpret it that way.  It is not good poetry as such, but honest. 

I did have this dream this very last night.  It is full of symbology and difficult to extract the meaning.  It is pretty clear to me, however.  I had to put it down before it was forgotten as dreams often fade fast if not put down on paper soon.  

I am not looking for affirmation from anyone, just simply had the need to express what I saw in the dream for my own indulgence and later analysis.

I Had a Dream

I had a dream last night.

A dream of the past and the future.

The view of the past was on a small screen,

a laptop if you will.

The future was a large screen,

both loud and still, but very clear.

The picture was not stable.

kept changing channels as I watched.

The room was bright and sunny

and young children unaware.

The mother and the father

were wanting to watch the larger picture.

I handed them a laptop as they clumsily

found a way to bring it into focus.

Back upstairs I went

To feed the animals.

Looking back I saw contentment.

The mother and the father seeing the movie on the smaller screen.

They were resting in bed as they watched.

The house had many rooms

and a young male guest asked me,

"How do you like your new house?"

He lived in a larger one with a swimming pool

and neatly trimmed landscape.

I told him my house was perfect for me.

The lawn was patchy with tufts of green grass.

As I lay on the ground I told him,

"It reminds me of my childhood"

Free and easy.

Cami  05/07/2011

another transfer

This one is from my Face Book note pages.

Summer Storm

by Lorena M Johnson on Tuesday, July 28, 2009 at 10:39am

The storm that came through yesterday reminded me of this old poem and I found this wonderful photo awhile back that goes well with it.

Summer Storm At Midnight

Heaven claps giant hands
to part the clouds hung heavy 'round its face.
It breathes a sigh,
soughing low
over the earth's surface.
Thunder shouts,
breaking the velvet veil of silence.
Lightening lines its cloak
of sadness with a sweeter song.
Midnight summer sky
gives up it's tears
to wet the dawn.

I wake and stir in restless dark.
Feathered winds play
lightly on my Pillow.
In softness now
my spirit seeks you.
Your calm flows gently
down around my heart,
and joy breaks radiant
with approaching day.

Lorenalila

I was lucky to find this photo.

Another transfer

When I Hear A Lovely Refrain

Into a world full of shadows
and darkness of night
comes a lovely refrain.
The echoing sound
fills my hear with delight,
fragrant as roses
in warm summer rain.
The pain of its beauty
swells in my breast,
bursting the veil of my sorrow.

Then the glorious song of the earth
fresh from it's twilight of rest
awakes with the suns of tomorrow.
We ride our white horses
across each bright sky
to the edge of reality
where day dreams can die.

Ah!  But the beautiful melody
comes to its close,
bringing a moment's repose.
In sweet slumber I fly
to the deep wells of silence.
There my spirit draws nigh to God.

LMJ/Cami

Feed My Soul

I've been thinking a lot lately about all the requests we keep getting for donations to this and that and how my family keeps trying to give me things and goodies. The game paying is fun too, but as I look in the mirror at the weight gain and all the wrinkles, I know there is something better, more lasting.

Feed My Soul

Don't feed my body,
It's already overfed.
Don't feed my mind,
That's my job,
to keep it wed,
to the constant information
that flows by each day.
Send me a ray of hope!
Feed my spirit
It will never receive enough.
You can never overload
my soul!

Not my art, but appropriate to the note.

I Am You and You Are Me

 I  Am You and You Are Me

I reached out and touched your hand.

You responded with a gentle smile.

No word was needed,

for you see,

I am you and you are me,

Together we are free.

I hear the silence

of your breath upon my face;

feel the wave of spirit cresting over me;

engulfs me in tender embrace.

It pulls me upward

into that part of me that is homeward bound.

Soft are the wings of our imagination

and in them we are lifted up;

borne into  that seamless realm

where unconditional love is found.

Soar with me in celebration.

Let all shadows flee.

surrender time and just be.

Partake of death and life.

Each new vibration,

each new sensation of inner ecstasy

brings poignant music of the soul

that thrills with perfect harmony.

I reached out and touched your hand.

You responded with your gentle smile.

No word was needed

for you see,

I am you and you are me.

Together we are free.

Cami/Lorena Johnson

Poem/Song i wrote several years ago

Have You Ever Heard The Wind Singing?

Have you ever heard the wind singing?
It's clear, sweet voice comes ringing
Over the river,
Golden river
Of light and sound,
Flowing from my heart
Like an Eagle.
Like an Eagle
Who's wings have spread
From eternity
To eternity.

Have you ever heard the wind sighing?
It cries in the night.
Echoes from the soul fill the air.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Listen, and you are there.

Have you ever heard the wind singing,
singing of Love?

Ooooooooo, Oooooooooo, Oooooooooooo!

Lorena Johnson
(c) 2004

Love

From the old Blog!

Love

Love knows no season,
No boundaries;
No self pride;
It harbors no ill will;
Encompasses all.
God is love.
To love like God,
We must put aside self involvement,
place our attention on others
And learn to be grateful,
Showing kindness in the face of
inhumanity,
Generosity in the face of stinginess,
and bear no malice,
Sacrificing even our very lives
For our loved ones and our country!

LorenaLila/Cami

We come as Eagles

brought over from old blog!

One of my poems

We Come As Eagles

We come as Eagles
Winging our way into a world
of sun and shadows.
plunging from the heights
of unknown realms,
We soar above the mountains,
ride the currents of life.
we plunge to the earth
gathering scraps of nourishment,
to sustain us through the night;
the dark night of the soul.
Through Neptune's caverns
we search for light.
we are seduced by the sirens
of far off isles.
Finally the surface is found
and into the brilliance of Jupiter's
fire we fly
to take our place
where hearts are warm.

Lorena/Cami

Singing the Hu

Brought over from old blog!

Singing the Hu

I Stand On The Bright Shores

I stand on the bright shores of Sach Khand,

My heart in my hand

and I'm offering it to you

as I'm singing the HU!

I stand in the Golden Heart

where light and sound surround

Singing the Hu!

Singing the Hu!

You can smell the fragrance

of sandal wood and roses.

The masters are singing it too.

We are all singing the Hu!

The Sugmad smiles as his love song fills the void.

Throughout every valley and plane

the voices are singing its name.

Everything is singing the Hu

Singing the Hu!

Love is singing the HU!

Lorena Johnson

Singing the Hu

Quiet Forest Poem

 Another poem brought over from the old blog.

I STOOD IN A QUIET FOREST

I stood in a quiet forest
surrounded by ancient trees.
I stood on a windy hill
kissed by the fragrant breeze.

I stood on a new formed planet
and gazed at a distant star.
The Milky Way swept through me
as I traveled Oh! so far.

I sat in contemplation
in the silence of my room.
went into the stillness
of a dark, empty tomb.

A scene unfolded clearly
of a vast, brooding sea.
The voice of God called gently
somewhere inside of me.

Its music filled my being,
opened up my heart.
Pierced the veil of illusion,
Thrust the curtain apart.

I floated calmly for awhile
there on the ocean waves
as far as the eye could see.
It was an endless ocean.
The Ocean of Love and Mercy.

Lorena Johnson/Cami

Time is an Illusion

Brought over from old blog.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Time

I posted this in PS(now SivlerSingles) and it was appropriate for what is going on in my life at the present (time). Better days are ahead and Marjie was well enough to drive to the pharmacy and Dollar General and back home. Life is good. Here is the poem.

Time Is An Illusion

Time is an illusion;
A passing fantasy.
A tower of glistening icon
standing in the sun,
casting a drifting shadow
before the day is done.
It leaves no reflection
for the impotent night
where the dreamer takes flight
and time ceases to be.

Lorena/Cami

Into the stillness

I posted this last month on the other Sach khand that is no longer working.  I thought it should be brought back in here.

Monday, April 11, 2011

INto the stillness

I just told my friend Sandy that I am trying harder to quiet the mind so I can go into the stillness. The mind loves to chatter away at us and is hard to get it to hush so we can go into the stillness and listen to the voice of spirit.
The few times I get there for even a moment, the stillness is so loud, it roars within my very depths. Spirit has so much to say and I am so lame at interpreting its language because I've not availed myself to the inner voice for too long.
As we grow old we become more aware of the need to get to that place and believe me, I am there now.
Stripped bare of illusion, I find that all that really matters is love. It is the only lasting, eternal thing we truly have.
I sit in silence and sing the Hu, calling on God to speak into that silence. It is evident that all that needs to be done is just to listen until the sound surrounds me with its love and light.
Sitting is very difficult for me, but I know that I must learn and do it with humility which isn't my strong point.
If the love of God can fill me up enough, maybe I can pass it along to my fellow beings. I now know that that is my only reason for being. To lend a hand to others who are struggling too.
Love you all and hope I can learn to convey that more clearly in the coming, troubled times.
Hugs!
Lorena/Cami

Beyond I llusion

Beyond Illusion

Somewhere beyond space,
Beyond time,
Beyond what we perceive,
Behind, the Illusion of reality
lies the full soul
watching this thing we call Now!

The heart of all is there,
Dreaming.
Dreaming of what is,
and what is yet unformed.

It moves from idea,
to idea
As the concept grows
and educates spirit.

This great illusion experienced
by soul, is it's teacher.
As it turns its attention
from one setting to another,
It breathes life into each new
film.

When one story ends
a new one begins.
Take a seat,
get some popcorn
and enjoy the movie!

Lorena/Cani 2007

A Grain of Corn

A Grain of Corn

A grain of corn
Though small and young you be
shall lie beneath
the rich dark earth to be
a formless body
buried there.

Rise from the grave
and shed that lifeless hull,
oh soul.
Bloom from the dust
of Ancient Earth
and grow
clothed in a robe of life
eternally.

Lord,
make me like a grain of corn.
Let your face shine through
the silver threads of rain
like sun,
and raise my soul again.

When in Death's silent reverie
I lie,
re-clothe my soul,
and let it never die.

Poem

See Me There

See Me There

See me there
Under a god's microscope?
So what? I have my own microscope!
Wonder who is viewing that God
through their microscope?
Where does it stop?
Looking through mirrors here
and guessing,
which one is me?
Or am I all of them?
Images of myself
in a fun house of mirrors?

New Diet

I am currently trying to become a vegetarian.  This is my 3rd day on it and I'm already feeling a lot better.  Of course, the sun is shinning and the barometer is going up which may be contributing to the elevated feelings of good health.  Time will tell, eh?  Wish me luck.