Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient
temple
Perched across a bay, weeds and
hyacinths curl between my feet,
Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds
As rustling breeze ascends on skyline's ladder.
In stillness, I lounge on the pew to whisper unsaid psalmic devotions
for a world which aches for calmer
retreat--
That I reach a peak where the mind
becomes absent--
Then I hear them , a medley of peals
Lifting me higher in regulated tempo from gong
rhythms,
A music swelling in warm temperance Until warm kiln of light and radiant
fireflies stir my kundalini.
On this treasured moment, a sentient
energy
Cleanses my beingness from past sins -- mortal and venial-
That I listen to the clang of my inner child's soft echoes entering my veins:
Somewhere in blank spaces, bells swing of
innocent laughter...a treble,
a clap
bringing me to the kindness of youth,
And my body stays quiet, welcoming this rite of
passage on days when the spirit calls for an
interlude's break...a meditative
connection with
the self--
without the need to speak.
Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although furtively hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire...
levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly
as their whispered confluence of thoughts,
still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting
Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others
halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt
from the mines of harvested beingness?
who doth say anything at all?
2024
Awaken with the break of a tangerine dawn
bathing you in its Crimson sacredness !
Meditate with the majestic Pine trees
Towering the skies
Transcending the temporal !
Dance among the wild poppies and lupines
Reveling in your freedom and aliveness!
Like Robins and Jays
Singing Life's joyous melodies
Live with abandon, moment to moment !
Blend into the green inkiness of the wooded
foliage
Dissolving into its Pure Beingness!
Fall in love with Twilight's magical moments
That mimics life's ephemerality!
Surrender to the Silence
Of the dark night
Deep within the cave of your heart !
Slip into sweet slumber of Everlasting Bliss
Caressed by the forest 's gentle breath!!
between here and there
where coordinates blur
yet attention is poised
subjective awareness
is aflame in its light
bliss magnetised
feeling complete
pure beingness
in pure peace
With the beat of your heart sycronize your breath
Follow your natural rythem, and flow into now
Allow this rythem to guide you, throughout your day into beingness
Shower this flow of energetic wisdom to all who cross your path.
Listen to the tune your heart wishes to share with the world
Allow your laughter to send sparkles to all those around, and tingle the senses with an amazing vibrational energy bursting forth, and flowing out to the stars and beyond.
In deeper depths we strive to peek
through sharper optical technique
and glimpse beyond to sights unseen
with magnifying lenses keen
and special telescopic tweak.
Still here on earth with doublespeak
we inadvertent havoc wreak
albeit nature holds the lien
in deeper depths.
Yet ‘midst the visible mystique
within perception’s mien oblique
concealed beneath illusion’s screen,
could there be beingness serene
an all-embracing realm to seek
in deeper depths?
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
A source of inspiration was the following…
NASA’s Webb Delivers Deepest Infrared Image of Universe Yet…
URGE OF MY SOUL:
I always feel some urge inside of myself,
Although I can't describe exactly how it's shelved.
It's supernatural and so great,
And it pushes me to walk with strong faith.
So I trust in the existence of this Sovereign God,
Who birth the universe with an accord.
Yet, my own eyes have never seen Him before,
Nothing stops me from getting God adored,
As my soul keeps singing these words to the creator as an applaud,
"The name Jehovah is so divine,
His Supremacy is totally everlasting.
All His creations prove He is really kind,
And He gives rest to they that are heavy laden.
In fact, He is the sage's utmost desire,
And in His goodness, I'm gracefully hidden.
So why should I idolise mere humans,
Whose ambitions are carnally planned,
Or why should I worship a graven image,
That would profit me nothing but gabbage?
It's only the fool who doubt Jehovah's existence,
But believe in unnecessary stuff beingness..."
Reproduction is oocyting.
With beingness what it is.
From eggs we all develop
as does everything that lives.
500 cardinal gambles tendered
for congress milt to meet, before
fecund moons by periods ended.
From family we are decended
but from eggs we all are rendered
(inspired by “We all are eggs” by poet BLT)
*** a woman is born with 500 eggs*
Wiley Coyote
Wiley coyote
you came calling today
in all your wildness,
on your path to an appointment
with survival.
You honored me with a pose
on my favorite stump!
We spoke volumes of beingness
when our eyes locked
taking measure of our species
You in your red-gold prime,
arrogant and secure in your world
Me, cresting the wave of mid-life wisdom,
at an intersection...where your world
and mine, met for a few shining moments
in the sunlit fall.
Nature framed us in oak and pine
My coyote vision calls me back
to my wild home.
Nov 19, 1996
Note.....Wrote this after I saved this coyote after it was hit by a car. He was healed with the herb comfrey put in his food daily! :)
Being erudite-
doesn't make it right...
Being unbridled-
doesn't mean wild...
Being undone-
isn't much fun...
Being empathetic-
makes caring magnetic...
Being brave-
not for a knave...
Being just-
generates trust...
Being awake-
no one can fake...
Being kind-
good thing to find...
Being forgiving-
right way of living...
Your in medias res beingness is replotting the whole story of mine.
Your presence is a gift to the world.
You are a unique human being like no other.
Be your Being--Your Core Essence.
What was there all along.
Before disappointment set in.
It’s your light. Your energetic blueprint.
Your texture.
Your movement.
Your song. Your dance.
It’s your beingness.
What came before the doing.
Your timelessness.
Its your stillness. It’s the you that lights up the room.
It’s the you that touches, moves and inspires others to be their best.
It’s the you behind the masks of making nice and playing it safe.
It’s the you that Just Is.
The you that opens to life and lets love right in.
Your presence is a gift.
Who will you choose to be ?
Sometimes unraveling the problem was never something to think about,
For as soon as your mind started the process of thinking it threw in that word called doubt,
Rather "let me be with it for a while" discovers the answers have always been there,
Because when you mind it, you are controlled by it, and the beingness in it goes elsewhere,
What was lost, but now it is found is really not a discovery,
But has simply recovered what was lost, through being it is a recovery.
Later That Evening
by Odin Roark
Later that evening
We saw sounds of lightning’s wings
Touches of symphonic batons
The fragrance of paint awaiting canvas
The images of inner peace
The taste of weightlessness
So many sensations
Unavailable during the day
You remember?
So easy
It was
The we of me
Of you
Oneness
Reserved
For collective beingness
We let the flames warm
The day’s frozen fears
Our sun-cloud enlighten doubt
Simplicity personify permanence
As we gave away
The need for nothingness
You do remember
Don’t you?
Such were our times together
What only one’s muse and charge
Can know
All else is illusion
Remember?
My Beautiful Beloved, my heart is on fire just envisioning
your touch. Your kiss carries me to ecstasy.
Your lips take me to wonderlands never before known.
Your fingertips ignite my beingness creating delicate
pulsations of bliss. Electric waves of passion rush through
my cells at the mere thought of you. My soul cries for
your caress taking me to heights of Pure Love creating
Heaven on Earth. You and I are Heaven on Earth. Our
Ecstatic passionate vibration radiates throughout the
Cosmos and beyond creating a New Magickal Paradise for
us and all. I Love You, I Adore You, I Cherish You way
beyond words, way beyond any worldly comprehension.
Our shared passionate embrace creates a blissful Utopia
uplifting all Humanity and the Cosmos. To ascend
together, forever into eternity and beyond and one day
finally at last never to return to this dense plane.
Together forever with you My One and Only True Love.
You and I as ONE Always and Forever...never to belong to
another.
Copyright Kimberly Fluitt, June 2, 2012
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