Learning to Live in Love

We are made for love
We abide in love
We are love

The deepest me
My foundation
Loving energy

A Teachable moment arises
The false self is upset
Feeding that 
Negative Energy
We are possessed
And living in
Our Pain-Body

See the
Big picture
Not a
Knee-jerk reaction
Not
Powerless to stop it
Calmly relate to the pain
In a compassionate way
We are love
We can return to
The True Self

Observe the hurt
On the stream
Of consciousness
Name it
Let go of it
Let it float
Down the river
That’s not me
I don’t need that today
No need 
To feed
This resentment
I know
Who I am
Without it

A regular meal
Of resentment
Returns again
And again
But discover
Who I was
Before the resentment
And even before that
Learn to live
In our True Self
Led by a
Foundational
Yes
Not petty pushbacks of
No

© Timothy E. Wahlstrom, June 24, 2022

Where is the gift of poetry born?
Why does it spring out of me
Can it be predicted
Can it be controlled
Can it be foreseen
Can I give birth over and over
Words dropped on a page
Is there reason
Is there rhyme 
Does it matter
In the timeless time
My muse who is she
Does she leave me
Or I leave her
It is in surrender
Without care for where she leads
Only to follow
And linger
With love

© Timothy E. Wahlstrom, June 20, 2022

I woke to the cool sunrise morning air
I was filled with calm
Sounds filled the air
As daylight was born all around
In the cool sunrise morning air

Still water reflects the sky
Blue it hangs
Above and below
Does the sky end and the water begin
I cannot tell
In the cool sunrise morning air

© Timothy E. Wahlstrom, June 20, 2022

How ever I imagine God it is an image of God
But the images are pale and featureless
When compared to the God of creation
The images are only a glimpse
Of what God really is
Of who God really is
Can I ever express who God really is?
My images and imagination
Fail me greatly
But, I still try
To conjure an image
To imagine God
In yet another way

© Timothy E. Wahlstrom June 18, 2022

Love Grows (Junebug version)

She ain’t got no money
Her clothes are kind of funny
Her hair is kind of wild and free

Oh but love grows
Where my Junebug goes
And nobody knows
Like me

I’m a lucky fella
And I just gotta tell her
That I love her endlessly

Because love grows
Where my Junebug goes
And nobody knows
Like me
And nobody knows
Like me
© Timothy E. Wahlstrom May 29, 2022

—Sung as a TikTok Duet with Nathan Evans (the sea shanty one)

Love Grows (Swede version)

He ain’t got no money
His ears are kind of funny
His coat is kind of wild and free

Oh but love grows
Where my Swede Dog goes
And nobody knows
Like me

I’m a lucky fella
And I just gotta tell him
That I love him endlessly

Because love grows
Where my Swede Dog goes
And nobody knows
Like me
And nobody knows
Like me

© Timothy E. Wahlstrom, May 29, 2022

I no longer call myself a
Christian
Lutheran
Presbyterian
Mennonite
Methodist
Episcopal

I call myself a
Mystic
Contemplative
Spiritual
Activist
Compassionate
Listener
Welcoming
Accepting
Affirming

What would you call me?

© Timothy E. Wahlstrom, May 23, 2022

I have not done my usual morning Devoted Time.
It’s weird because I have been up, before Karen, 
With plenty of time but,
Unable to focus very long. 
Then, Karen is awake, 
I am making coffee. 
She wants to talk 
Or just tell me things. 
So I simply listen. 
Interrupted in my thoughts. 
I turn away from my page. 
I enter the day.

© Timothy E. Wahlstrom, May 18, 2022

My love and I used to lose ourselves
In one another’s embrace
When we made love
The world and everything in it
Fell away

Forbidden love
We risked much to manifest it
It cost us everything

Though our cares
Were abandoned
For a while
They returned to us
Multiplied
My love and I

© Timothy E. Wahlstrom, May 15, 2022