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 Spoken Word Share

The Mythical Magic Within

At times it feels absolutely ridiculous to try to encompass the passion, ideas, and emotions flowing through us into words. Words which seem so often to fail, to be naught more than simple symbols, unable to hold all the unspoken meaning swelling up inside the speaker. I know not a single person who hasn't suffered from misunderstanding and struggling to find the words. Even the most linguistically blessed among us go through speechless moments.

  

One of my favorite hip hop artists Open Mike Eagle has a lyric that describes this perfectly, "The truth isn't guilty, your innocence fled, language is prison for what's in your head. The truth is a mountain of matter, the word is a shred, of what's in your head..."

This struggle is a longing to share and be understood. It is within each of us and it is the very depths of despair found when words fail that allows us to appreciate those poignant, epic, and timeless words that speak right through the Heart into our very Soul. This is the art of poetry, the gift of creating and sharing Truth, the mythical magic of spoken Sacred Sound. 

When verbal vibrations penetrate so deeply, I feel they should be shared.  

So, instead of written words, today I'm sharing two videos of two of the most powerful and talented women word weavers I have ever heard. The first video below is by Kate Tempest, a UK poet performing an excerpt from her poem "The Brand New Ancients". This poem is not just epic and awe-inspiring but soulfully universal. It sends chills through my whole being.

 The second is a live performance of an incredible woman that I have been blessed to have as one of my own teachers and soul sisters, Christa Bell. Her poem "Om Christa Bell", while being a personal piece, transcends the individual and inspires and encourages each us, through example, to look within to discover our Truth. As always, may these Sacred Poems awaken, ignite, and inspire you.

You do not need an external savior to find Oneness with the Godess. Trust Your Heart and Soul.

~*~

Be the Light

Be the Love

Be Yourself

Be Free

~*~

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.

 

Sacred Poetry Share

As it has been a while since I've posted on my blog, I'll be rekindling the creative flow by sharing a handful of my own work. These poems were written during the closing of last year and the welcoming of the new year on the solar calendar. I have been inspired by the blossoming of Love in my own life to share more of my Spirit and my Truth and am looking forward to this post being the start of a new path of regular sharing both on this blog and in other avenues.

I encourage you to express your own creativity in whatever way you feel called. My words and the words of all the other poets spotlighted on this blog are echoes of your own voice from across the eternal Spiral. Clear your mind, let them settle in your heart and guide you to freedom.

As these are my own poems, I want to encourage you to leave comments or feedback that may help me improve my writing. As always, it is heart warming for me just to share these poems with all of you, but it is even more expansive to hear back from you, if they have touched your own heart.

So, sit back, relax, take some deep breaths and enjoy. 

Be the Light, 

Be the Love, 

Be Yourself 

 ~*~

Know Your Measure

By what means do you use to measure yourself?

Is it comparing to others?

 Is it comparing to Nature, to the world around you?

Is it a tool- external, solid, objectified? 

Is it a system- values, morals, laws?

Or, is it a feeling?

Is it an internal compass?

  Where does it sit?

Where does it point?

Who is even watching the needle spin?

Or the waves crest and fall?

~*~

Discovering

 

Lalla lit a way to here

and truly she did see,

there is no Shiva hiding here-

there is only you and me.

The Peace that comes when actually

the Union fully appears

is emptiness not loneliness,

for creatures such as we.

Freedom from

the piercing sweet 

and bitter taste

of lacking company.

My heart

so crystal clear 

-here now-

What is it that you see?

~*~

The Bounty of Union

The Guest would come

 for tea and eats

that lead to sweets.

Root in what is real

to drink of the one

whom is as sweet as Nectar.

To sip from the pools of your eyes

is impossible

until we are One

drowned in the Beloved.

~*~