535.
White Flower for White Santa Muerte
Receive this white flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh White Santa Muerte full of purity
A Purging Gift for the whole humanity
Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for those coming to the light
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in white!
Amen.
-12/23/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions to the 8 Flowers of Santa Muerte
534.
Black Flower for Black Santa Muerte
Receive this black flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh Black Santa Muerte full of justice
Oh Saving Gift that grants us peace
Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for people who lack
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in black!
Amen.
-12/27/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions to the 8 Flowers for Santa Muerte
533.
Purple Flower for Purple Santa Muerte
Receive this purple flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh Purple Santa Muerte full of spirit
Oh Living Gift to inherit
Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for the firm & feeble
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in purple!
Amen.
-12/26/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions for the 8 Flowers for Santa Muerte
532.
Blue Flower for Blue Santa Muerte
Receive this blue flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh Santa Muerte full of wisdom
A Guiding Gift of God's kingdom
Blessed is Christ, king of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for me & you
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in blue!
Amen.
-12/25/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions to the 8 Flowers for Santa Muerte
531.
Green Flower for Green Santa Muerte
Receive this green flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh Green Santa Muerte full of strength
Oh Healing Gift to us God sent
Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for both fat & thin
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in green!
Amen.
-12/24/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions for the 8 Flowers for Santa Muerte
530.
Yellow Flower for Yellow Santa Muerte
Receive this yellow flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh Yellow Santa Muerte full of hope
Oh Shining Gift we want to interlope
Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for those who work & sow
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in yellow!
Amen.
-12/23/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions to the 8 Flowers for Santa Muerte
529.
Orange Flower for Orange Santa Muerte
Receive this orange flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh Orange Santa Muerte full of joy
Oh Pleasing Gift like a child's toy
Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for people of every age
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in orange!
Amen.
-12/22/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions to the 8 Flowers for Santa Muerte
528.
Red Flower for Red Santa Muerte
Receive this red flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh Red Santa Muerte full of love
Oh Undying Gift from the above
Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for the living & the dead
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in Red!
Amen.
-12/21/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions to the 8 Flowers for Santa Muerte
What seemed good luck as the influx of grace,
as hurriedly judged by logical mind,
was the outcome of slowing down life’s pace,
by leaving cravings of ego behind.
Connected to God through our heart centre,
shifting to feeling rather than thinking,
we drew in bliss, which began to canter,
bringing about awareness unblinking.
In time ego died but it never was,
being but a bubble of illusion
but no one knew that we dwelt in the pause,
peace the result of head and heart fusion.
God’s benedictions rain down on souls pure,
whose hearts are childlike and presence demure.
the nose chakra vibrates
celebrating pranic breath drawn
commingled with bliss that never abates
God’s boundless grace is what presence counts on
the thirty three stringed spine as always stands erect
with tranquil heart balancing all energies in its fold
as a receptor we simply do as God does direct
revealing our aura aflame in hues of gold
awareness bilocation is now the norm
dancing in form and motionless in the void
kundalini moves as she likes birthing a bliss storm
whilst Shiva facilitates existence in stillness unalloyed
with ego erased we no longer weigh, measure or size
assigning no meanings to benedictions of grace
as we metamorphose we slowly do realise
God always holds us in close embrace
standing erect, as a column of light
we observe dream images orbit form
with ego exhumed, there’s no cause to fight
so with God’s laws we willingly conform
rapturous bliss having become the norm
there is nothing to say, much less to do
as benedictions of grace so accrue
“let’s ink the void with soul’s emote ~
at peace within in God’s bliss boat”
~ quote by poet
In heaven’s womb, during deep sleep,
soul poised for a consciousness leap,
shallow breath synced with God’s heartbeat,
we fearlessly swim in the deep.
Come the morn our heart is upbeat,
enlivened by magnetic heat,
being benedictions of grace,
stardust collected from God’s feet.
Staid stillness determines our pace,
mood and mode release and embrace,
mirroring the light of our soul,
which illumines vastness of space.
Love in love with love has no goal,
save by melding making hearts whole,
which then is the cause why we write,
fulfilling thus our ordained role.
To portray spiritual sight,
as words dancing in black and white,
penning a melodious verse,
needs no less than spherical sight.
There’s no cause for us to rehearse,
soft musings of the universe,
felt by heart, translated by mind,
for the better or for the worse.
With vibrations of God aligned,
we are led by scent of love blind,
an outpost to fulfil His will,
hoping soul’s light each of us find.
feeling the zing of bliss within nodes of form
wherein our body is the dance floor
as we delight in the performance underway
our childlike heart begs for an encore
as we wish, so it is
each breath that renews ushers a new bliss hue
vaporised presence becomes divine fizz
as benedictions of grace so accrue
Oblivious to love’s heat,
mind was unable to tweet
scents that pervaded the air,
seeking a lifelong affair.
Save in silence, we are bound
to dark desires that confound
but if we’re still, voids soon fill,
making swift ascent uphill.
Knowing we’ll return to dust,
to what avail’s savage lust,
denying us love’s embrace
and benedictions of grace?
May each breath be intimate,
wherein polarities mate,
that as bliss rapture heightens,
our soul’s auric field brightens.
Aligned with the cosmic hum,
we’ll feel God’s magnetism strum
thirty three notes on our spine,
making us on earth divine.
Being by thought forms decoyed,
bigots notice not the void,
falling to ego stalking,
they’re like a dead man walking.
today it is the turn
of the tip of our nose
to take up pole position
no node is higher or lower
all act as a seamless whole
as magnetism becomes subtler
although there remains no seeking
it cannot be denied identity celebrates
benedictions of grace enlivening our form
as the dance of delight continues unendingly
meanwhile a gentle warmth spreads in our heart
touch of God as He cradles soul in His loving arms
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