From, G.Y., Ashland, OR
This day I pass over to you,
All that the “me” made up.
This day, I beg and devote and command your Love,
To dance with me all life long!
So be it, gratefully yours!
From J.B., Ashland, OR.
"Beloved Chris, you have truly been God's vessel to bring so much more joy and peace and love into my life than I could have ever thought possible. I thank you for the miracle after miracle that keeps occurring on my journey to remember the truth of who I am, in gratitude and love."
From P.F., Ashland, OR
Healing hands reach from the heart,
Open channels for a touch
That the textbook cannot teach.
Healing eyes, glowing face,
Open to give,
Sensitive enough to receive, too full to waste time.
Protecting old fragile feelings,
Too busy living to worry about death.
The healer knows death intimately, without fear
Respecting its kick-ass priority setting, but not bowing to its illusionary power
The healer is humbled only by the Giver of Life.
Her true strength is invisible to the casual passerby.
Her inner beauty is unseen by all who are caught in appearances.
The passerby may never know, he was changed by her healing touch
Save deep in his heart
Which walks away singing its own silent song.
Chris, this poem is about and for you.
From D.W., Dallas, TX
I got guidance yesterday afternoon to call you... pink rose petals were in my path on the sidewalk. I knew. I love you Chris Celine.
From G.Y., Ashland Or.
Yes – we are all in “School of Love”
The mind’s thinking drops to the One Heart
And only One pen and paper –
One hand writing
The One poem.
To burst the heart with joy-filled song,
Sounding in jubilation.
Bowing to the Masters and Saints and Angels calls.
Let this Love fill your cup,
So the wind will carry you across to her shore
Where she always meets you,
Where she has been all along.
Here, in the Heart of Compassion.
From G.Y., Ashland, OR.
"Upon arriving-here in the Sanctuary of love, I knew “I am home”. The whisper of your soft voice saying song of holy lullabies unraveling this heart into peaceful beingness.
So grateful, so grateful of the Golden grace,
that is eternally flowing through this vessel of love.
Yes-One heart, One breath, One."
From, G.Y., Ashland, OR
Early morn in her soft robe of golden sun,
She sings to all the world.
The heart opens,
The flakes of pure intention
Meet the heart –
Here I will stay in the delicate firm of being.
The purity of her beauty overflowing,
Giving the only Life she knows –
Here – I rest in the feathered hammock
Filled with her Love,
Filled with the Peace of God.
In gratitude.