Sacred Poetry Share

Welcome to today's sacred poetry share. 

While I love all forms of the creative spirit and I love combining them, as this blog would suggest, I am a very verbal individual and I greatly enjoy the gift of the written and spoken word. I was gifted with parents who understood the value and importance of education and intellect, and of seeking the word of God in my own heart. Throughout my short life, I whole-heartedly embrace books, writing, learning, talking, debating. When I was recently studying Sociology, I came to understand the intellectual perspectives of how language co-creates realities. Through psychedelics, I have come to understand the intricacies of how words manifest reality. Through diving into these poems, I have found my own self and sharing them with you sets my heart to shining.

I have come to understand the potency of words and their intricate links to how we co-create reality and I believe, when we share sacred poetry and truths through the voice, song, story and in writing, our hearts, minds, and worlds are expanded.

We make language into Living Words, co-creating art, culture and the very world in which we live.

 So, when you read these ecstatic poems,whether they are from a tradition or a time in history that is different then your own or one of my own poems, my wish is that the sharing and reading of them will evoke feelings in you and you let those feelings flow. I hope this sharing helps you open your mind and heart and if you choose to sit with these words and let them breath their life into you, you can embrace their sharing/teaching. If you allow a space in within for these words to be held and considered, they can lead you to rest in a joy and peace-filled heart. 

If your heart has led you to this blog, you are likely to know, or at least to feel, the power of words. 

If you have ever experienced bullying, stigma, prejudice, stereotyping, persecution, oppression;

you know the negative power of words and voice. 

If you have ever experienced compliments, singing, laughing, friends talking, lovers whispering; 

you know the positive power of words and voice.

We have a choice about how we speak to ourselves and to others.

One of the best quotes I've heard, in this regard:

"Say what you mean, mean what you say, but do not say it mean" 

I've no idea the source on that one, but I like it.

 And so, with that introduction, I present to you the Sacred Share of the Moment. 

The time for self-deprecating is over, embrace your true nature- Love yourself, Trust yourself. 

Understand the Illusion of Separation and strive to know the power of your words.

You are amazing and worthwhile. 

Believe the words your heart whispers to you. 

May the reading of these poems help you hear that voice ever more clear.

~*~

THE PERFECT STILLNESS

by Rabia of Basra (c. 717-801)

Love is

the perfect stillness

and the greatest excitement, and most profound act

and the word almost as complete

as His name.

~*~

In My Soul

From 'Love Songs from God' translated by Daniel Ladinsky

In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is
illumined nothing,

where ecstasy gets poured into itself
and becomes
lost,

where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
body?

In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
a church

that dissolve, that
dissolve in

God.

Copyright © 1999 by Daniel Ladinsky. 

~*~

ADVICE TO MYSELF #2:

RESISTANCE

BY: LOUISE ERDRICH published in Orion Magazine 2017

 (this poem is presented in the magazine with a form that is right aligned to the page, here I present poems in a center alignment, if possible...all respect to the poet)

Resist the thought that you may need a savior,

or another special being to walk beside you.

Resist the thought that you are alone.

Resist the turning your back on the knife

of the world’s sorrow,

resist turning that knife upon yourself.

Resist your disappearance

into sentimental monikers,

into the violent pattern of corporate logos,

into the mouth of the unholy flower of consumerism.

Resist being consumed.

Resist your  disappearance

into anything except

the face you had before you walked up to the podium.

Resist all funding sources but accept all money.

Cut the strings and dismantle the web

that needing money throws over you.

Resist the distractions of excess.

Wear old clothes and avoid chain restaurants.

Resist your genius and your own significance

as declared by others.

Resist all hint of glory but accept the accolades

as tribute to your double.

Walk away in your unpurchased skin.

Resist the millionth purchase and go backward.

Get rid of everything.

If you exist, then you are loved

by existence. What do you need?

A spoon, a blanket, a bowl, a book –

maybe the book you give away.

Resist the need to worry, robbing everything

of immediacy and peace.

Resist traveling except where you want to go.

Resist seeing yourself in others and them in you.

Nothing, everything is personal.

Resist all pressure to have children

unless you crave the torment of joy.

If you give in to irrationality, then

resist cleaning up the messes your children make,

You are robbing them of small despairs they can fix.

Resist cleaning up after your husband.

It will soon replace having sex with him.

Resist outrageous charts spelling doom.

However you can, rely on sun and wind.

Resist loss of the miraculous

by lowering your standards

for what constitutes a miracle.

It is all a fucking miracle.

Resist your own gift’s power

to tear you away from the simplicity of tears.

Your gift will begin to watch you having your emotions,

so that it can use them in an interesting paragraph,

or to get a laugh.

Resist the blue chair of dreams, the red chair of science, the black chair of the humanities,

and just be human.

Resist all chairs.

Be the one sitting on the ground

or perching on the beam overhead

or sleeping beneath the podium.

Resist disappearing from the stage,

unless you can walk straight into the bathroom and resume the face,

the desolate face, the radiant face, the weary face, the face

that has become your own, though all your life

you have resisted it.

~*~

Be the Light, Be the Love, Be YourSelf

~*~ Aum Aarti Hum ~*~