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June 3, 2010

May I Say It

May I say it when I'm speaking,
May I say it loud and clear.
May I say it while I'm listening,
By the way I deeply hear.

May I say it when I'm singing
From my heart may it ring true
May I say it while I'm hearing
Every song that's shared by you!

May I say it most profoundly
By the way I hear and know
Through each word and look, each moment
As you beam your heart and soul.

May I say it without blinking
May you hear it loud and clear.
That to shine our core, our spirit
Is the reason why we're here.

-Steven D. Lightsping Spring 2010
Copyright 2010 Delightspring, Int'l

The Skies of Love Await You

Are you disappointed in the deserts of your doubt?

Wishing you could find in you the way to lift you out

Of your wildnerness of woundedness, the heat of all your hurt,

You long to find refreshment, to renew you, just one word

Could then lift you up above you far past canyons of your cares

Where the world can seem so weighty, as it snags you in its snares.

If you could only find a way to somehow lift you up and out

Of all that bears down on you, makes you want to cry or shout!

Are you lately feeling faint there in the forests of your fears

Where all you'd ever hoped for's turned to trees that shade your tears?

You'd love to find a clearing in the pathway all but lost

In the darkness and the dread of all the pain your fears have cost.

Have you ever stopped to see that all the skies are still in place?

No matter where you're roaming there is still the goodness, grace

That yet fill the skies each morning with the sunrise one more day

And reminds us new beginnings are still on for those who'll pay

Deep attention to the turning of each day into the skies

That are each of our own making from the hope within our eyes

That colors every place we live and everything we do

With all we know deep down inside is absolutely true!

Then, once you start to see that, you may even start to know

That worlds beyond await you, far above where you can go

Where the Skies of Love await you, far beyond you, yet inside;

When you finally start to trust your wings, your heart can open wide!

Steven D. Lightspring Dec. 2009

"I feel the LOVE surround me till it seems to fill the sky..."

I Sail

(The Love I AM)

I sail out over canyons,

Up to view each mountain peak

Looking down across their grandeur

Brings more awe than I can speak

Where every view is yet more vibrant,

Each with hues to touch my soul.

Deep inside, this LOVE I AM is

Held in sway by this LOVE I know.

For as I sail the skies above me

And I scan the sea below

My greatest joy is knowing

I am One down in my soul

With all this splendid splendor!

Yes, it's all a part of me!

For I know deep down the LOVE I AM

Is one with all I see!

I sail on streams of strength that

Flow from Spirit, Father Sky

My wings can rest in knowing

I am carried, so I fly

Up to feel the beaming warmth

Of golden rays that beam through me

Till all the LOVE I AM is

Filled with deep serenity.

I sail through rainbows' beauty

Through its effervescent glow

Drinking in its joy and wonder

Till I'm one with all its flow

And I feel the LOVE surround me

Till it seems to fill the sky!

Then I know the LOVE I AM is

One with all the world I fly!

-by Steven D. Lightspring Nov. 2009

Most Awake

You're sleeping while you're waking.
Your waking's while you sleep.
For that's when you are most awake
To all you'd likely keep

So far below the surface
Of the ocean depths of you
Where worlds await discovery
Of what for you's most truest, true!

Yes, your waking's while you're sleeping;
When you sleep, you're most awake
To the deepest truths that touch you,
Yet aren't felt until you take

That journey deep within you
To those inner realms of light
That only open to you in the
Deepest depths of night.

So do your waking while you're sleeping
Till you learn to stay alert
Even when you're most awake
And you know how to hit "pay dirt"

Of the treasures buried in you
That you'll learn to hoist up to
The surface of your being
From the deepest sleep of you!

-Steven D. Lightspring Summer 2010
Copyright 2010 Delightspring, Int'l

"They say it takes a trusting,

A believing heart that flows..."

Reservoir of Bliss

Some would swear it's not existing,

Only in some lover's mind

Where their hopes meet up with longings

That their heart would finally find

A place within, above them

Somewhere where they'll come to be

Where love is all-consuming

In a grand totality.

But I am here to tell you

Me, myself, and many more

Have gone to where we've seen it

An ocean far beyond this shore

Of hope that springs eternal

In the hearts of many wise

Who've gone and sailed out on it;

Yes, they've seen it with their eyes!

And they've plumbed the depths of waters

That are deepest, truest blue

That cover worlds beyond us,

Yet can pour through me and you.

But they say you'll never notice

Even one slight drop of this

Without a heart to open

To this reservoir of bliss

For they say it takes a trusting

A believing heart that flows

With the waves of this great ocean

That's not seen until it goes

Splashing through the heart that's open

To surrender to its tide

For it's only known by trusting hearts

That live life open wide.

Steven D. Lightspring Fall 2009

©2009 Delightspring, Int'l

When Love Comes Calling to You

When love comes calling to you

From the depths of all you know

Of all you ever would have dreamed of,

All you hoped would have been so,

May you somehow find a way to

Quickly answer, take the call.

Don't let its urgent ringing

Go unheeded; please don't stall.

For though this call is deeper still

Than anything you've heard,

Its voice can be mistaken

Unless you listen for each word.

The more your soul awakens

To its haunting, whispered voice

You find yourrself responding

With a need to make a choice

To find a way to open

To its knocking at your door

Where compassion, kindness waits there

For the heart to find its core.

Just as soon as, never prior,

To the moment you adjust

Your hearts own deep resistance,

And you learn to live, to trust

That the voice that then comes calling

In the moment of your need

Is the one who's here to show you

That your heart can soon be freed

If only you will open to it,

To the call of love rings

Only when the heart's deemed ready

To recieve the loving truth it brings.

-StevenD. Lightspring Summer 2010

© Delightspring, Int'l 2010

The Wings of Who I AM
(The Lion and the Lamb)


I'm resting as I'm rising
On these wings of who I AM
In the depths of this my being
There's a Lion and a Lamb.

The Lion of the heights I've known
The peaks I reach for still,
The strength of all I'm known to be,
The waves that splash my will.


But the Lamb I am is greater;
Climbs great mountain peaks in me
That the Lion only dreams of
In its demanding majesty.


The Lion stands up proud and
Quickly makes its presence known
The lamb just looks in wonder
At the willfulness that's shown.


The Lion stands up strong and
Lets its boistrous voice be heard.
The Lamb just looks with a knowing
That has never been disturbed...

(cont'd below)

Some days my inner Lion

Just about devours the Lamb

Yet the Lamb has gentle knowing

That's it's the core of who I am.

So the two are forming unions

Though so different--night and day--

Of ways to be just who they are,

Yet free to join in play

And when on days they join me

And they learn to lie in peace,

Amazing things then happen

For my strength is so increased!

It's startling, calming, freeing

When I feel "at one" inside

It's then that deepest parts of me

Begin to open wide!

So now I'm rising as I'm resting

On these wings of who I AM

Each new day my inner Lion

Learns to listen to the Lamb

-by Steven D. Lightspring Nov. 2009

I'm often amazed at the variety of perceptions we have of one another.

To one person I may be a singer. To another, I'm a writer of songs, for that's what

they perhaps are most drawn to. Yet another may be focused on their assessment that

my guitar playing is quite lacking (not "virtuoso" like theirs or someone they know.)

Still others may know me as that guy who works on his lap top at the internet cafe.

Others may merely know me as "that old guy with the beard" (from someone much

younger than me), while I may hear that I'm "the young man who smiles a lot"

(from someone much older than me). It's endless, isn't it? Yet who are we?

So much more than anyone can imagine. We haven't even begun to "glimpse"

the depths of our own soul. Yet, we seem to have the idea that we have others

figured out, though we really are always just getting going on knowing ourselves. :-)

How much better to just realize that the glimpses we have are tiny nuggets of

the great treasure of who we are...and honor and appreciate any view we may have of the

beautiful "spark" of our spirit, and realize that few will ever even come close to "seeing"

the "whole" of who we are...that's mostly our own job to fully explore.

Glimpses

Glimpses, yes, just glimpses.

That's all I ever see.

Just clues of worlds of consciousness

In others just like me.

Who hope to know past glimpses

And be known in heart and soul

For all our deepest goodness

And the beauty of the whole.

Yet we settle for just glimpses

For that's all we can receive

Just flashes of the fullness

Of the depths we can conceive.

For our journey here is first to know

The depths of joy WE are.

All else are but reflections

Of our soul, the shining star.

So...

Glimpses, yes, just glimpses.

That's all we'll ever get.

Of the glory, grace and grandeur

Of the depths in you, and yet

All it ever takes are glimpses

That's all we really need

To feel the joy of knowing

That we're all still One indeed.

For even tiny glimpses,

Just a spirit spark, this flame

Is all we need to light us

With a brightness, just the same

As we catch the slightest glimpses

In the tiniest of views

Where we feel we know each other,

Though we rarely ever choose

To get down below the glimpses

Where they do give way to grace

Even in these human creatures,

There's a deep and holy place

Where the glory's past the glimpses,

So much more than what is seen

In the day-to-day unfoldings

Of the depths of our spirit being

Where infinity past glimpses

Leaves deep echoes on our soul

Of the music of the miracle

That we're here to be and know!

So much more than best of glimpses

So much more than a life can hold

Is the wideness and the wonder

That comes splashing through so bold

In these glimpses, yes just glimpses

Though they're all we have to show

They remind us, as we find us

To be much more than we'd ever know

If it were not for these glimpses,

That keep shining out on call

To remind us of the beauty

Of our pathway here, though small

It's purpose past these glimpses

Is the grandest depths in us

Where our lives are lived from flowing

From this fountain's depths we'll trust

That the richness past these glimpses

Yes, the splendor in our soul

Is to know itself most fully

As only it can fully know!

Steven D. Lightspring May 2010

On a more personal note...

Written for a dear friend...

A seasoned traveler

The day she left on a long journey

Sending Blessing

I'm sending blessing,

Though I'm confessing

I hate to see you run so far

Away from home and

Gladly roam and

See what can be seen by car

To meet your quest for

All the best for

You to see what can be seen

By seasoned eyes,

So true, so wise;

You know just how to taste and glean

Each moment's best and

Leave the rest, and

Live the truest part of you.

So I'm sending blessing,

Though I'm still guessing,

I'll miss you more than I'll give a clue.

I'll send some blissing

Each time I'm missing

Your gentle, cheery presence near

I'll wish the best of

All the blessed of

Every moment you're not here!

-Steven D. Lightspring Summer 2010

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