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NEW Book/CD on Amazon NOW! 


I am so excited to share with you that my 15 Year Anniversary Edition of The Search for the Beloved Book & CD is NOW available directly on Amazon! Click here to order. For all of Sarah's other work, click here.

Pick up a copy or two of this keepsake book for your bedside table. Open its lovely pages each night before slumber to read to yourself or your loved one in person or over the phone. Snuggle up close to your heart and soul and be soothed the sounds of Sarah's voice on the page and on this luxurious CD. Bring your loved ones close by reading the inspirational text with those you care about. And, read it aloud to yourself. Touch the whole heart and soul of your being – the open wide self and the forlorn self. Heal any broken places that longs for love. Exponentialize the heart of you into further rapture awaking to the ever-present magnanimous soul of your being.


Grace Ushering Out From The Deep 

a poem of grace
ushering out from the deep deafening darkness
to overtake the awkward wayward organ of hopelessness

demise in her/im's eyes
s/he rose
unmet by full remorse

they couldn't stop her/im

s/he went on anyway finding so many reasons to abandon the mystic ship
but no one said to
no one said to turn a corner on the truth
no one suggested to keep the rudder to the port of fear

its what they want
its what they need to be right but is it the only choice?

i don't think so
i trying to recommend other things to him
s/he's listening slowly turning the starboard way
life is showing better – good things
life is increasing its dosage

thank goodness
s/he can't compete with the evils in the world
s/he can't stand up to darkness there's no use trying

when all the world's black veil hinders all sight in the first place

so, come, my friend, wake in the dark of night to the light of day and enjoy what's beneath your breath

they can't take that away from you as much as they've tried,
they can't just breathe and turn toward your heart that your soul imbibes

you are freedom's name
you are future's remnant's that tear across the sky stripped of the night by stardust's glory ride

come, be yourself
come, emblazon your name on mine
come, rest in the rejoicing of ecstatic living

for today is now alive in you
for today is now love in you
for today is now forever more fulfilling than in any other choice

come, be you with me
and I'll see you, too
as I see me

streaming streaking blessed
buoyant above and below

I am
are love

I love you

© 2014 sarah west • 10:30 pm Tuesday August 26th 2014


April 23rd: Is it really The Bard's Birthday? 

You don't know, but Shakespeare is not Shakespeare. 

Don't celebrate a birthday and give honor where it's not due... just because it was said it's so doesn't make it so. 

One day you'll see... and the world will awaken to eyes wide open for a heart that longed to change the face of man... and did but didn't... still entombed in a silent reverie only for the very still to hear. 

The lithe spirit that endured torment and brought us all to our knees in hopes of a change that still has not come. To educate man of his mortal fallacy and his decline even with the keys in his hand... a skeleton becomes no one. 

Rise up still while the green of life remains to be seen and your circle will not be in vain. There is time, there is a chance but is there action? That is the question, my sweet, fairest swan of Avon. 

May your devotion not be in vain though it has been so far. Though man earns billions off your brilliant word and occult knowledge, little has evolved the human consciousness to abhor war as you did. To see the uselessness of fight except to destroy the fabric of the soul. Crippling the reason of the heart's existence, we are left bereft and abandoned by our very selves. 

Is there hope, my fair swan? Is there? Should we still try? Should our effort be in vain since the mind of mortal man is ever doomed by greed and annihilation of the other? Wars of all sizes seem never to cease. 

So now what? How do we carry on when we are ever at a crossroads that deepens the hole in the ground where we meet. We are far beyond six feet under. We have destroyed our sea, our life-blood that is our rivers that criss-crosses our holy lands filled with poison debris. 

We cannot survive as natural beings. We are plugged into mania and manacled by obsession. Electricity is no longer just in the air with the beauty of the rain but in our very torrid bones set to a fidelity that's lost its true course. How the world of wirelessness effects our affects? We are not transparent as the x-rays suggest? There are ramifications to our speedy speeds. 

Come home fair one, back into our hearts where true consciousness lives. 

You've modeled what is right and what goes wrong. May we model what you've inspired in us:   The glory of spirit rising in a form no less of man nor woe-to-man. We tinkling on a bridge to nowhere that is not the exquisite abyss of the beginning but of a sorry demise that tortures us like the raven picking at the eyes its assigned to punish. We don't know we are doing it to ourselves. We don't know. If we did, would we stop? 

Is the human consciousness set on destruction? Endless moves of selfishness that defies true self-preservation? What of the glimpses of rise-ups for change, for self-responsibility, for accountability leading to wise action? Can these sustain us? Can these permeate the lure of denial? 

We will see... we will continue to see... and feel... and open our fair mouths like we've been told not to do. And, we will lift our hands, like we've been told not to do. 

And, we will move our legged forms out of the millennia bound prolonged dark prison boxes and stand up in the light of day, together, to be seen like no time before in all the spirit of home in eternity, right now, right now, right now. Don't let your pen down even though they've stolen it from you. 


Don't let them steal your golden voice. Don't let them steal your love for heaven that glistens and makes the flowers grow. 

Don't let them keep you from loving and teaching the children to live from the wisdom in their soul. A treaty on tomorrow only dies today. Make us your Instrument for words that bring to life your wise way… 

♡ copyright 2014 Sarah West April 23rd, 1:40 PM. 


Stay tuned for a lecture coming soon by Sarah West: Shakespeare or Not Shakespeare: Will the True Bard Please Stand Up?!