Sacred Poetry Share

Welcome to today's sacred poetry share. My own joy continues to grow as a result of sharing the poems I come across, with all of you around the Earth. It's so very heart-warming to know these poems are touching hearts and are being shared with others. I am so grateful to continually experience growth and expanded awareness as the eternal moment unfolds and to be encouraged by others and by my own direct experience. My hope is that these poems also encourage all of you.

The poems I share here have each been a part of my personal path towards embracing union with the Eternal Oneness. I share them with you in the hope that they may lead you to your own Inner Peace and Knowing. Every passing moment is both the observance of the active, evolving, vibratory nature of reality and the peaceful stillness of the Breath and the Word, as the Illusion of Separation melts away in the Universal Fire burning in each and every being's Sacred Heart. 

 We are the stillness with the movement, vibrating outward and at the same time, all of the movement itself. We are Source, centered in Stillness- dynamically vibrating, resonating outwards and interacting with so many places and so many beings within those places. Whether we call each other, you, me, them, it, there, here, then, or now.....it's all Us. Spiraling up into Source, there is only Source. Spiraling down into the body, there is the moment, the personal self, the interactive reality, Source funneled into perspective. Source spread into fields of activity into waves permeating fields...

Up or down the spiral, all dissolves into the Infinite and the everyday interactions become those centered on Love, Joy, Peace, and Play as we become aware and conscious co-creators.

In many moments, it is clear to see, part of the nature of our dynamic selves and the experiential realm of the world is rife with paradox. Coming to understanding within the vastness of human ideas, cultures, histories, structures, systems, even the very nature of the physical world around us can be a challenging journey, especially given the variety of personal experiences happening on Earth.

In that understanding, I seek to live compassionately and release the personal mind's urge to attach, decipher, and deconstruct these paradoxes. Instead I've found focusing on the body, breath, and awareness and dissolving and releasing internal patterns and personal attachments has brought a true Freedom from Fear and the beautiful gifts of Living in Love, Loving Life and Embodying Spirit. 

May your own journey be as rich and rewarding and may these poems inspire you along the way.

~*~

Circling

by Marge Piercy

We seek not rest but transformation.

We are dancing through each other as doorways.

We are ripples crossing and fusing, journeying and returning

from the core of the apple, the eye of the mandala,

the cave in the heart of the rose,

the circle without boundaries centered on silence.

~*~

The Presence

by Denise Levertov

Before I enter the rooms of your solitude

in my living form, trailing my shadow,

I shall have come unseen. Upstairs and down with you

and out across road and rocks to the river

to drink the cold spray. You will believe

a bird flew by the window, a wandering bee

buzzed in the hallway, a wind

rippled the bronze grasses. Or will you

know who it is?

~*~

The next three poems are untitled selections

 by Lalla Ded

 

Enlighten your desires.

Meditate on who you are.

Quit imagining.

What you want is profoundly expensive,

and difficult to find,

yet closeby.

Don't search for it. It is nothing,

and a nothing within nothing.

 ***

Meditation and self-discipline

are not all that's needed, nor even

a deep longing to go though

the door of freedom.

You may dissolve in contemplation,

as salt does in water,

but there's something more

that must happen. 

***

Awareness is the ocean of existence.

Let it loose and your words will rage

and cause wounds like fishing spears.

But if you tend it like a fire

to discover the truth,

you'll find how much of that

there is in what you say. None.

~*~

Suppose

by Elizabeth Herron

From the tangle of the two

an exchange surprises

the bear and the dear

become a tree

We might see

whole jungles

emerge

from an embrace

 

~*~

Be the Light

Be the Love

Be Yourself

 

Sacred Poetry Share

Welcome to today's Sacred Poetry Share. I am so very pleased to continue sharing with all of you as the glorious moment continues to unfold and expand. My own heart has been bursting wide open in the amazing wonder of Love and Sacred Union. As that fiery joy burns away old stagnant energetic patterns, the clarity of Self and Oneness reverberates thru every cell. 

Restructuring, Unifying, Embracing the Sacred Trinity of 

One Mind, One Body, One Heart.

It is in this Loving Space that I am sharing poems whose sources span across both Space and Time but whose messages are timeless and poignant. As always I seek to share poetry here that resonates in the One Heart that we all share at our Source. May these poems lead you to Peace, Oneness, and deep connection to your Self and Heart.

 ~*~

Be the Light

Be the Love

Be Yourself

~*~

WE ARE ONE FAMILY 

By: FRED LaMotte

 

My Ancestry DNA results came in.
Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.

Much of who I am is still wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but part hummingbird too.
There is dinosaur tar in my bone marrow.
My golden hair sprang out of a meadow in Palestine.
Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn't get his dimples.
My loins are loaded with banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna, not Ram.
My uncle is a mastodon.
There are traces of white people in my saliva.
3.7 billion years ago I swirled in golden dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown with lingams and yonis.
More recently, say 60,000 B.C.
I walked on hairy paws across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.
I am the bastard of the sun and moon.
I can no longer hide my heritage of raindrops and cougar scat.
I am made of your grandmother's tears.
You conquered rival tribesmen of your own color,
chained them together, marched them naked to the coast,
and sold them to colonials from Savannah.
I was that brother you sold, I was the slave trader,
I was the chain.
Admit it, you have wings, vast and golden,
like mine, like mine.
You have sweat, black and salty,
like mine, like mine.
You have secrets silently singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.
Don't pretend that earth is not one family.
Don't pretend we never hung from the same branch.
Don't pretend we don't ripen on each other's breath.
Don't pretend we didn't come here to forgive.

~*~

By: Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.

 

 ~*~

By: Yehuda Amichai

 

Two lovers talking to each other in Jerusalem
with the excitement of tour guides, pointing,
touching, explaining: These are my father’s eyes you see
in my face, these are the sleek thighs I inherited from a distant mother
in the Middle Ages, this is my voice which traveled
all the way here from three thousand years ago,
this is the color of my eyes, the mosaic of my spirit,
the archaeological layers of my soul. We are holy places.

 ~*~

Author Unknown

A Sufi holy man was asked what forgiveness is...

He said, 

"It is the fragrance that flowers give, 

when they are crushed".

~*~

By: Rumi

We may know who we are,

Or we may not.

We may be Muslims, 

Jews or Christians

But until our hearts become the mold for

every heart 

we will

see only

 our differences.