Preparing an Undefiled Bed

Photo by Karen Crisp

(Stained glass window at the Lama Foundation near Taos, NM)

The Sacred Christos and the Blessed Sophia

Present Themselves ~

Twin Flames and Holy Lovers,

Before the altar of my Soul

Desirous of a proper dwelling place

For Their sacred union:

An undefiled bed

Upon which to lay Their Holy Heads.

Mine is not fit

Until I die within ...

Joining the acorn

And the grain of wheat ...

Absorbed into the Nothingness

From whence I came

To re-emerge as Pure Essence,

Adorned, like the oak,

With a new name

And a new sacred task:

To serve and proclaim

Such Exalted Royalty.

The holy task cannot be done

With words.

I must so prepare

Their holy bed

That They can birth within me

A silent Flaming Fire Light

That alone can speak

Their Celestial language

Of pure Divine Love.

~ By Karen Crisp

Prayer to The Fire Within

Photo by Karen Crisp

(Crystal angel in private collection of Barney & Lisa Fadal, Seguin, TX)

Oh, my Master and my King!

Before my very eyes

You turned my heart into stone! ...

A brilliant, sparkling crystal cluster,

Each point aflame with the

Searing Fire of Your Love.

Angelic Beings took my ears,

Implanting melodies from celestial realms

Deep within my Being.

My Soul leapt into the River of Fire

Dancing across the flaming points,

Utterly consumed yet not burned

By Your Great Love.

Oh, Sweet Majesty!

To know such ecstasy and sublime bliss!

You are to be praised and adored forever!

Consume me until there is nothing left

But the melody.

Sing in me and through me.

When You sing me,

Let the world see only Your Flame!

~ By Karen Crisp

Open My Eyes ...

Foot path in Cameron Park ~ Waco, TX

(Photo by Karen Wood)

Lift the veil from my eyes, Oh Lord!

Let me peek out from behind the curtain

That shrouds my vision,

Keeping me from seeing You ~

My Beloved, my Teacher, my Guide!

Unmask me!

Remove the shades from my eyes!

Let me open wide to Your Beauty,

Your Wisdom, Your Eternal Truth!

Let me see as I have never seen before

Your abundant Grace ~

The feast You have prepared for me

And the foot path You have

Marked for my Way.

Open my eyes, Oh Holy One!

Open my eyes so that I may see You!

Blind me with Your Holy Presence

So that I have no need to ever see again,

Except by Your guiding, ineffable Fiery Light

Within.

~ By Karen Wood

The Wisdom Teacher

(Photo by Karen Wood)

To see the mark of wisdom

In a stately tree ~

One must cut it open.

Its rings bespeak

The years ~ or eons ~

It has watched and waited ...

It has weathered

Seasons and storms,

Diseases and dangers ...

It has nurtured within its leafy arms

Birds of song

And birds of prey ...

It has withstood mighty winds ~ icy assaults ...

And wept inner tears to sustain itself

During unrelenting droughts ...

It has shaded playgrounds

And watched lovers

Stealing kisses ...

It has borne silent witness to unspeakable horrors

Committed beneath its branches

Under the cover of darkness ...

Through the ages, it has suffered neglect ...

Lack of appreciation ...

Isolation ...

As time unfolds, it has enjoyed occasional acknowledgement ...

Sometimes respect ...

Rare devotion.

Yet it always reaches out its arms,

Open and wide ~

And up ~ ever up ...

As it sends its roots deep into The Source

That birthed it ~

And will one day reclaim it as Its Own.

Yes ~ to see the mark of wisdom

In a stately tree ~

One must cut it open.

Only when one can gaze inside ~

At its innermost core,

Can one see the ageless wisdom it held within ...

It must die first ~

Before one discovers how truly wise was

That Wisdom Teacher.

~ By Karen Wood

Blinded by Your Love

(Photo by Karen Wood)

Eternal One ~

I bow before You

And disappear into Your Great Love.

You have swallowed me whole

Into Your Flaming Light.

I am blinded by Your Love,

But I have no need to see,

For You have given me

Wings to find my Way.

We soar the unfathomable spaces

And Breathe as One

The Breath of Life

That sings the song of dawn

And whispers the hush of dusk.

It shouts the coming of the Kingdom

And the arrival of The Holy One.

Universes awaken with anticipation

And quiver with glee!

The moment is Now.

The arrival is assured.

My heart is Your Throne.

Oh, My Love!

Come Now!

~ By Karen Wood

"Master Physician" Prayer ...

(Photo by Karen Wood)



Master Physician ~

We come before You in our brokenness,

Offering pieces of ourselves

At the altar of Your Holy Feet.

Heal us, Oh Holy One!

Put us back together

As You would fix a broken doll

For a crying child.

Patch us with Your Divine Love

And smooth Your Celestial Salve

Over the deep woundedness

Of our most hurting humanity.

Sweetly dab dry our tears of pain ...

Sing songs of Hope and Joy

To pull us from the depths

Of our illusive ills.

Shine Your eternal Light

On the Perfection within us.

Destroy all the dark places,

Until all that remains to be seen

When we look in the mirror

Is Your Light

Staring back at us.

Oh, Master Physician!

Heal us with your Divine Touch!

Cleanse every spot;

Banish every blight;

Wipe away every ill ...

Heal everything within

That is not All Good ~

Heal until there is nothing left to heal ~

Until All that is left

Is You.

Only You.

~ By Karen Wood

Long Enough ...

(Photo by Karen Wood)

I ache for you ~

Longing for you to STOP

Long enough ...

To see Me.

I AM pained

By your distractions

And disbelief.

I groan in agony ~

Wondering if you

Will ever still your heart

Long enough ...

To hear My pleas.

I yearn to Feed you ~

But you won't STOP

Your eating and drinking

Long enough ...

To be Eternally Nourished.

I ache for you ~

For whenever you STOP

Long enough ...

I AM there

Closer than your breath

With the Breath of Life

To take away

Your pain,

Your agony,

Your suffering,

Your hunger,

Your lack.

You need only

STOP

Long enough ...

~ By Karen Wood