I’m still in the Pacific Northwest, as the photo from my deck view attests where there’s a comfortable chair. Inside another chair sits directly in front of a picture window opening onto the deck, so I have my choice of in or out for my Morning Musings, depending on weather and mood.
Either way, I hear the waves lapping peacefully below. It’s such an inspiring place to be with Spirit, as I do most mornings. Today’s short message is a share from just such a moment — which are generally in the mornings, but not always, as you’ll see.
From Morning Musings, July 2, 2025
As I come belatedly to my morning pages, the evening shadows are already golden and long. I was busy today but finally sat near evening for an hour on the deck, reflecting and looking out to sea. When the chill begins to rise off the water, I go inside to settle in my chair in my room that shares the same wonderful view.
I open these pages and sink into reflection, immediately feeling such a tender rush of greeting, of recognition, of fullness. I sink, opening into it and become simple within.
I feel myself dissolving, blending. I am that fullness overflowing into all life, moving beyond time, thought becoming myth, myth becoming metaphor floating across the ocean.
I feel myself overflowing into the room, filling the house and out onto the great overhanging porch, spilling over the railing like gentle, long fingers of mist that pour down onto the trees below, spreading then across the beach and traveling outward on the outgoing tide.
I feel the true beauty I Am moving like inner-lighted vapors reaching in all directions, causing the water and air to sparkle, the land to draw up in grace. This is me, I realize, moving in this way. But it is the me that is not I. It is not I, alone and singular in my importance or my nothingness.
I meet myself and I am met by that which I Am. I hear the waves and am the waves. I see the slanting rays of evening sun and I am that dancing light across the water. I am the resounding silence that abounds.
I am the shadow flowing across my lap and the eagle that casts it, skimming the trees above. I am the nearly audible sigh, hushed in the dipping of the wind and in the pause of the lapping sea.
My body fades, blends, grows sheer. And I, so much less central and key to it all… except that I am this never-ending overflowing into All… the endless going out and coming in, non-distinct but so fully Present. I let go of time, adrift but so present.
After a while, returning to a more usual awareness, I remember a poem I wrote many years ago on the shores of a very large lake in New Zealand’s northern lake country. I may have shared it with you before, but it goes with this moment so beautifully:
Voiceless One
Voiceless One
I hear you as lapping waves upon the shore
with your lap lap lulling rhythm
bringing my sodden eyelids down
pulling me, heavy with your gravity,
down
down upon my knee bones
curling my spine
and pressing my weighted head to my chest
forcing my hands inward
to my bosom
inward furled
until I too am lapping at the shore
Growing with the fern and bud
and young green blade
Singing from full golden breast
and feathered throat
Rising and falling on the surface
uncurling
back curving up
arms arcing
neck arching
head lifting
My eyes have glimpsed your roaring depths
and my heart trumpets your full unending glory
~ Mayet Leilani
Sending the overflowing silence into your evening,
And such love,
XO Mayet
