Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Red Dance

Red Dance
© Judith Froemming 2010

"Enjoy the beauty 
Of this early fall day,
The invitation to let go 
Of ripe leaves
Of want, desire, need;
Limiting beliefs. 
In this appointed time,
They fall away;
Freeing you
From some non-existent past.
Tumbling effortlessly,
A beautiful red dance,
Playfully letting go.
THIS moment releases your hold
On that which was never meant to be permanent.
It floats gently back to the Mother."

<a href="" title="Red autumn">Red autumn</a> by Titus Tscharntke

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Straw Into Gold

 Straw Into Gold
© Judith Froemming 2011

"We can't actually live in the past.
We can only live Now.
Attempting to drag the past into the present
causes suffering in the now,
because it's only an illusion.
It's not the past; it's the present.
The only way to be at peace,
is to end the war within
and LIVE in this present moment.

The past offers you a wealth of experiences,
to create a Loving today.
Spin your straw into gold.
You're the only one who can.
The best gift you can be for anyone
is to BE fully here, now.
This honors all who have passed before.
Every leaf that falls from the tree
is not the end of the tree."


© Judith Froemming 2011

"This is the Playground
where my Guides,
in splendid costumes, that look like you,
spin, tumble and dance before me.
Regaling me with story after story,
laughing, playfully prodding,
'Are you still taking this personally,
or are you Awake, Now?'"

<a href="" title="Women sitting on beach">Women sitting on beach</a> by Jon Sullivan 

Sunday, October 2, 2011

It's Your Dance

It's Your Dance
© Judith Froemming 2011

"If you find yourself going 'round in circles,
reach out and grab my hand.
Stretch yourself and dance your feet
to the rhythm of this living land.

Round and free and wide we spiral,
heads tossed to spill our laughter.
Feet grounded by Her clear vibration,
we dance the end of our disaster."

One Celebratory Breath

One Celebratory Breath

© Judith Froemming 2011

Of what?
Where did I get the idea
that my body should not pass?
This incarnation
is about the length of a gnat's eyelash.
It is One breath.
An inhale at birth,
and an exhale at death.
It's One celebratory breath of
All That Is."

Saturday, October 1, 2011

The Edible Day

The Edible Day
© Judith Froemming 2011

"I drink in a splash of orange sun juice,
cooled by grass green cubes of ice.
I swallow a scoop of blue iris-cream
on a slice of clear sky pie.

More than enough to quench my thirst
and end my gnawing hunger;
this slice of universe on my plate,
fills me with awe and wonder."