December 4, 2025

Did you know?  I’ve started posting pics from my various travels and walks on Instagram.  If that interests you, click on the Instagram icon on my emails or at the bottom of my blog posts online.  If you wish to follow me, I am @Mma_HuLiLi on Instagram.

Dear Love-Light,

I like this little poem for December.  The artist of the visual included is Jean Luc Bozzoli whose art you can enjoy at eyewithin.com  He also has a monthly mailing you might enjoy — it’s a compilation of nuggets from several channelers.  And you can see more of his artwork on his Instagram which is found by his name and or eyewithin.

Happy December!
💗 Mayet

I Am God-Light

I Am starlight, I am dew
I Am moonlight, through and through
I Am sunbeams strong and bright
I Am winter’s snowy white
I Am desert’s rarest bloom
I Am seasons gone too soon
I Am dawning into day
I’m fluffy clouds that lift away
I’m the river’s flood and flow
I Am birds out on the wing
I Am oceans, I am air
I Am people everywhere 
Breath of life and hearth-glow too  
I’m the Love-Light, so are you. 

Mayet M. Leilani

December 4, 2025

• A mini-altar moment
• Message from Spirit

A short but fun message today.  One of the funny things I do around my house is make little impromptu altars all over the place.  You probably do that too? This one happened when my flowering anthurium plant fell over and one of the stems broke.  These flowers last a loooooong time, both live and cut.  So I popped in a pretty shot glass someone gave me, added a couple other items and created a contemplative mini-altar tableaux.  It’s cute, isn’t it?  When I pass by it makes me smile and a smile is such a great meditation.

When I create these little altars I often ask Spirit for a message to put beside it to read from time to time.  Here’s the message I got for this teeny altar moment.

Lovingly,
Mayet Leilani

Feel the Fullness, find it there inside you.  Escape the muttering and puttering of daily mind, move through the outer rooms, beyond reach of even pressing cares and woes.    Navigate the emptiness, the shadowy barren wastelands, past the derelict and crumbling spaces where familiar patterns rabble and gabble like cranky aunties.  Pay them no mind, continue on.  Go through the resistance is there as it tried to dissuade you. Further now, beyond judgment, past definition or storytelling, below the threshold of pain or fear or disbelief.  If they are there, they matter not at this moment.  Turn the corner even on reason.  Here, at last, the terrain opens into spaciousness.

Here, at last, in the outer reaches of inner space, where stardust drifts like tiny fireflies of ancient cosmic Being.  Here at last, the wellhead bubbling up from what is always here, has always been and ever and always shall be here.  The Fountainhead of Fullness and Light brimming with peace and joyous goodness, cleansing, restoring, refreshing.  Welling up, upward, flooding into all the cracks and crannies so dry, seeping into loneliness, rising to fill, to fill with fullness.  There is your spark, fed by Fullness, springing forth, carrying its wonder on waves of gratitude, perhaps with tears of joy.  Drink in the fullness, beloved, drink your fill.

November 27, 2025

Did you know?  I’ve started posting pics from my various travels and walks on Instagram.  If that interests you, click on the Instagram icon on my emails or at the bottom of my blog posts online.  If you wish to follow me, I am @Mma_HuLiLi on Instagram.

I’m here, warm and cozy in Oklahoma City, on Thanksgiving Day in the U.S., appreciating all my WalkAbout years and feeling thankful for my little home.  It brought to mind a poem I wrote about home while on my WalkAbout.  

It’s cute, and fun to read aloud.  I thought it might be a good share for today.  

May all people be blessed with home.  It is a God-given right all creatures have.  Let it be restored to All in these times.  This is my Thanksgiving Day prayer this year.

Happy day of thanks and giving, wherever you are in the world.
Mayet Leilani

Home Poem

A home is more than just a house
  though house is also home
But where is home when house is not
  and you are on the roam?

They say that home is where the heart is
  and what is heart of home?
It’s where you share a cup of tea
  with friends or find them on the phone

Home is a graceful tree and bench
  a restful place is home
A dappled patch of shady pause
  or sun to rest your bones

A downy place to put your head
  a place to write a poem
Though you can do this anywhere
  it’s often best at home

A kitchen filled with folks and food
  and love and light and laughter
And gatherings where there’s even joy
  in happy cleaning after

Home’s where friends and family come
  to visit for a while
And go in time so when they do
  they leave you with a smile

A home’s where people find you
  to share and learn and heal
Where work is fed by open hearts
  at peace in how home feels

A home is hub where just like Rome
  all roads lead to and from
And love and light stream in and out
  of those within and those who come

A home is sacred sanctuary
  the place you feel most free
Where ceremony can be felt
  a holy space to be

Home is also lighthouse
  the world is touched by home
Home’s gifts and prayers and energy
  give earth and life their boon.

Home’s a birthright God gives all
  a space to call their own
A universal law decrees
  the right of ALL to have a home

You’re the very Soul of home
  without you home can’t be
For we all know homecoming means
  coming home TO ME

For home is you and also yours
  the place that’s truly you
Where when you want to be alone
  you raise the bridge
and close the doors and say, 
  It’s GREAT to be AT HOME!

Mayet Leilani
written somewhere on the road, 2014