Monday, July 6, 2015

SMELLING THE RAIN


There is a place of quiet contemplation...
All-encompassing feeling-
Not a destination -
Where the soft raindrops fall from ripe clouds
Poised above luscious tree crowns...

All the sounds are clear yet feathery
Where you meet yourself in all your eyes touch
All is known- evoking your memory...
Yet freshly bathed in newness of what is to come...

You can smell the unknown as if it already happened
As it wraps you up in the blanket of light fullness
Of the undefinable moment...
You called upon this rain of inner cleansing
Somewhere between nostalgia and quiet happiness


PURIFIED



Stripping off all "SHOULDs"
"WOULD-BEs" dissolved in thin air
"NEEDs" left to melt in glaring sun
"WANTs" dismembered- yearnings laid bare.

Whatever was held onto-
Thrown into the purifying fire.
Opening all windows on yesterday's shelter-
Moving out of the House of Desire.
Whatever lived there- is no more...

There is no destination for the Purified Spirit
No journey to prepare for,
But peace with all that comes and flows.
Finally alive... Translucent to the core.

Light and empty.
Moving into the presence -
Where all is mirrored
Through the depth of resonance.

From fear's clench finally unchained.
Feverish impulses to grasp, to know-
Are let to drown in flood of freedom.
Clarity of vision looms, unveiled.

Break old containers.
Resist the pull to contain Exploration.
Bury "why's" and "wherefore's".
Whatever springs out of the naked flame,
In absence of expectation- purified,
Is meant to grow...will remain.

Shadowless new shapes emerge
Radiating the truth devoid of shields.
And now life WRITES you!
Freed to dance, you move
Onwards, beyond those distant fields


THE ETERNAL MEETING THE DUST


Earth-explorer,Star-Walker,
Your feet grounded, your heart beating with the distant star-
listening to the Celestial symphony
Yet in each earthly smile seeing a piece of magic, an imprint from afar...
The Bridge you are...
The Bridge between the worlds-
The Flower-Whisperer, Cosmic Interpreter
The Creator's dear Creation who came to CREATE,
To transmute and plant new seeds in deserts.
In-JOY to expand, to overcome and thrive,
To behold and celebrate beauty in myriads of ways.
The visible and the invisible colliding in your breaths.
The Channel you are...
To feel and outstretch your arms to those who lost their path.
To soothe and encourage those abandoned and lonely.
And as you gaze at Perfection in the starry skies,
Everyday miracles elude you not, nor pass you by.
Amidst the ordinary you sense the essence of what is holy,
The miracle of existence you'll hear in echoes of forsaken cries.
The Witness you are...
As everything mysterious exists , is expressed, in the mundane-
They swirl and dance together in front of your eyes...
A dew-drop carrying the dream of an ocean, the simple and the Arcane
Unfolding and overlapping in silent elegance.
There is no lofty nor less important under the stars.
And like a shepherd on a hill,
Or a fisherman at sea-
With one eye on your pastures,
The other eye observing distant galaxies-
Or reining in the waves in your hands,
As you read celestial lighthouses above-
There - in your witnessing- is the feast!
As you rejoyce in the Beauty-
The Beauty rejoyces in you:
All of it embraced, witnessed in your heart:
The Grand Mystery embodied – Eternal de-Light.

RARE BEAUTY


There is Beauty in resilience-
Overlooked often, gone unseen...
The persistance of Life springing out
Of walls less bathed in a sunny beam...
There is a silent song -
Not fit in choirs nor made for one-
That follows mystical routes and
Celebrates Life where there was none.
Through arrid cracks ,waterless valleys,
On loveless banks -rivers long forgotten...
There will be New Birth yet uncovered,
A unique wild glory yet to be begotten.
Such is the infinite variety of
Vital Energy defying all rules seen,
Travelling deeper and longer,
Choosing paths on which few have been -
To come out as a Creation rare and stronger.
Behold this beauty in Nature-
The same principle residing in your life.
And where the season changes,
When rich Autumn is followed by Winter strife
Recall resilience and life burning just under the wall
Remeber YOUR Beauty that never ages-
Nor it needs sustenance more nourishing
Than remembering:
All that is flaunted and can be seen
But a tiny glimpse of all you have been.
Didem Toraman here is my latest poem my dear -enjoy it

LOVE STORY

You've been a thousand things to as many people:
Reflections of what they wanted to reach, to have or avoid.
A stepping-stone, an instrument, an unintentional reminder.
A flickering image or a figmentation in passing-
Which one real? But before long - they'll return to the void.
Each imprint not yours or theirs to keep or to frame.
Through fingertips will slip both praises and blame,
One day soon...
When whitering steals the bloom.
A hundred ideas you birthed and fought for
To meet a vacant space in the middle
And dozens of times you scooped off the floor
A handful of dust of what could have been,
Packed up and moved on-
Beyond the horizon of hope.
In search of the purest oracle
You slipped and stumbled-
Lost in mirage, seduced by twilight,
To return to the inner miracle.
All but to reach this simple reflection.
This focal point of NOW you.
To find THIS precious connection.
Having seen the sea for the storms,
The dune for the shifting sand-
Having let the winds die down-
And from the deepest depth
Re-claiming your invisible crown.
Long journey home where you belong.
Unconditional acceptance-
Smiles and tears, the weak and the strong...
Seeing for the first time what was there all along
Waiting for you to come back home-
And receive yourself -
Fully and W-Holy.
The beginning of a true Love story...
----------------------------------------------------------**Suzana Hearne-Potton, 1st July 2015