Author: DelaneySkyKing

As a writer, my inspirations come from various amazing sources, all for which I'm grateful. I believe in creation and evolution...I am a co-creator of this fine life and strive to constantly evolve myself and those around me. My hope is to accomplish this largely through writing. I am a perpetual student of life and hope to be an open channel for the Divine Muse as often as possible. This can take many forms, be it casual or even technical writing. I am open to considering all projects and tackling those that are in alignment with the highest of values. If I can feel the love and service in your mission and goals, I can get on board. The magic then takes on its own synergistic effect and outcomes are beyond even our original greatest vision. THAT'S the co-creation I'm excited about! Let's get started!

When You Were Little

Your soft blonde curls

all around your less-toothed smile

grinning ear to tiny ear.

Proud of your artwork-

learning how to write your name-

on your leg in green marker.

Always in a tender embrace of any animal that stepped in your path.

Your heart shining through your sparkling eyes

with complete compassion and joy.

All the fun times that seem like a lifetime ago,

yet were really only yesterday in this life.

Now a teenager,

and coming full circle to that sweetness in your heart,

sharing it with others, so generous.

When you were little,

not a care in the world,

and it was written all over your face and your body.

As you danced to the beat of the drum that only you heard.

May you always be gentle in your heart, generous in your spirit,

and a little boy in your soul.

Heart Cave

The dark of the cave is where I go to recharge, inward.

The light of day outside so bright to the eyes at times.

Yet needed also to balance too much inside.

Coming out of the cave into community again.

Bringing the light from the small internal flame that never goes out.

The hands and the feet that carry the torch.

The yin and the yang, the ebb and the flow, the inhale and the exhale.

Between the dark and the light, the inner and the outer.

Breath the air that keeps the flame alive,

Consciousness the heart that holds it.

Hope the fire of the flame,

Inside its earthen cave.

Listening

If I sit still long enough, I can listen.

I don’t always hear, but I can at least begin to listen.

Listening with intention helps.

I begin to hear the birds outside of the window.

I hear the cars buzzing by on the highway beyond.

And even though I begin to take that highway in my mind to the next great adventure in life….

The birdsong brings me back.

Deeper into my heart and into the heart of God than when I first sat down.

The listening circles back to stillness and the stillness brings ease.

Just begin. Breathing helps.

And listening to my breath allows me to maybe, if I’m lucky, hear my heart once in awhile.

Running

Why do we run away from what we most want?

We must first admit we are running away. And then maybe we’ll figure out what we really want.

Me- I want everything. I don’t want to miss a single person, place, or experience on this planet…or any other planet for that matter. But I must learn to put mind over matter. The same mind that knows what it wants is the one that has absolutely no idea what it really needs. And this mind wants one thing today and another completely different (fabricated) path the next.

How is there enough time in this lifetime to feel all these experiences? (How many lifetimes are there?)

So rather than choosing one, I choose them all. And then I effectively proceed to self-sabotage all of them, one by one. Because I don’t leave any actual space for digging deep into any ONE thing. Is this really FOMO (fear of missing out), though? Or is there a deeper (obviously a well I didn’t consciously dig) issue at play here?

Am I running from what I REALLY want?

Are all the people, places, and experiences manifestations of the same longing? What am I missing? What is the essence of the hole I’m trying to fill?

I really want to know what this is….but first, I have a trip to plan.