• Evening star
    LIFE,  SPIRITUALITY

    Finding Hope in An Evening Star

    A single star shimmers in the glow out my window during evening meditation, perfectly placed by an invisible hand.

    I dwell inside, praying and meditating while fellow house-dwellers make distant sounds from their music and TVs, during the quarantine.

    I wonder why I never noticed that star before? I have sat here many times, but usually reading with the lights on. Tonight I am practicing abstaining from TV, feeling more and more of my body, in this place and time, at this unprecedented time in history.

    COVID 19 spreads quickly and governments react daily with more restrictions, death counts. It doesn’t feel real, in this country, but it is here just as much as anywhere else. I do this meditation for the hope I feel, to contribute something.

    I return to my breathing, feeling the blood moving through me so fast, humming, a marvel. The Spirit embodies the breath, or the breath, the body. It moves quickly, imperceptively. To find it you have to slow down, stay with it. The mind finds the star again.

    I want to believe the star means something. That it has a message for me.

    I feel convicted that I need to stop making more of this than it is. And start noticing things like my breath. Like the invisible hand, the imperceptible.

    But I can’t stop noticing the beauty all around me!

    I’ve already lost the star in my study of it, talking about it! When I first noticed it, it was an instant aha! Beauty. Appreciation. No content. No analysis. Just the star and me. When I put words to it, it lost its mystery. Its beauty.

    I return to the star. And breathe. Can I just sit and be with the star?

    I can’t do it!!

    In my mal-adjusted, socially addicted, reactive nature, I cannot cope without some kind of interactivity – some kind of interpretation, conversation, with myself, with you, and the ineffable. Maybe this is my reality!

    I am a human being. I contemplate such things. Meaning. Starlight. Beauty. Existence. Time. My spiritual practice takes me into the depths. It is never a silence for me, but an ongoing conversation, a gallery! I cannot stop moving – my heart, my feelings, my breath. I want to know more, experience more, express all I see! All I can be!

    The star has shifted. It seems to have fallen in the sky outside my window. I am worried that I have “talked” this whole time, and might lose the star! But I haven’t lost the star. Because the star means something to me. And who knows that that star is not contemplating me?!

    My love of life includes all of creation as I gaze inwardly and outwardly – to me, they are all connected. My inner vision comes from what I see, and what I cannot see. I am stirred by God’s invisible hand guiding me: Look, see! Here I am, in the mystery of things.

    P.S. I couldn’t resist getting a Star Finder app and found my star in the constellation of Aries. Like I child I will never give up hope for humanity or grow tired of learning and discovering!

  • BOOK OF MIRACLES,  MYSTICAL POETRY,  SPIRITUALITY

    How to Be More Present

    “The Sound of the Night Bugs”, mystical poetry and psalms, by Krista Marie Moore.

    Daily Miracle Message

    Do you ever marvel at the sound of the sky? At the smell of the fog that lays over the air at night? The crickets singing their night song, the whir of the fan, the whistle of friends walking by? All whirs beside us and around us and beneath us, our minds catching little fragments of thought, precious moments of time…

    The sound of the night bugs as I lay in bed, fills my heart with calm. What can go wrong in a world where little creatures smaller than my hand tuck me in at night with their song? The hum of my computer, the dim of the light, the reflection in the mirror, the dog breathing a sigh. All lay quiet in the midst of great activity. “Stillness is anything but still”, I recall a friend saying.

    In the calm, and in the sounds, I find my gentle mind praying. My fingers move the keyboard, and my mouth mouths the words. My heart speaks but nobody hears. I am lit up though it is dark outside.

    A time of rest is a time of healing. To understand the depths, one must listen and be quiet. Do not even think you know how to say it. It is a wordless song that plays once, and only you can hear it.

    There is nothing more beautiful than God’s tiniest creatures as my friends. My mother thinks I’m crazy for not killing spiders. They spin their webs, shining in the sun, or hidden in corners. The symmetry and artwork are astonishing. Not a peep is ever heard.

    The cat sleeps. The birds whistle. And the deer nestles in a bur-rough in the thick of the wood. The fish swims upside down. The flick of the tail, like water, rushes in the twinkling night as I breathe.

    Nothing can keep me from saying my love of this sweet song playing, always underground. It takes an artist, a spiritual realist, a hypnotist, a musician, a player, to really feel what I am saying. 

    Nothing, nothing can stop this beautiful sound. 

    Daily Miracle Prayer

    Dear God, let me notice the beauty in everything, from the biggest cloud going by to the tiniest flee. Let me see me, as I do your majesty. In all things, let me hear your song, giving me Light, peace and calm. Amen.

    Daily Miracle Blessing

    Sweet, sweet child, I hear your song. I hear your soul calling to me. And I am in love with you, your beauty and your Light, your wisdom and your majesty too, as a reflection of Me and all that I create.