Best Interconnectedness Poems
Down where the lavender wisteria blooms.
For the first time this spring, and early in the morning
I heard the whip-poor-will sing its intriguing tune.
Later, when I looked out the kitchen window.
Birds of many species were swarming freshly filled birdfeeders.
House finches, red cardinals, and sparrows as well
Doves upon the ground nibbled and were well fed.
Birds' melodies mix with the sighing of the pines.
At the faint light of spring's dawn
How nature's symphony fills the morn's air
An awakening of all my senses,
Beauty exploding everywhere.
The Whip-poor-will's haunting call,
Echoes through the misty hollow
A song of deep mystery,
A melody touches my soul.
Wisteria petals dance with the gentle breeze,
Their fragrance intoxicating,
As the birds flit and flutter,
Feeding on the bounty
In this moment of quiet reverence,
I am reminded of the interconnectedness,
Of all living things in this world,
Bound by the threads of existence.
So I listen to the Whip-poor-will's song,
Though brief, letting it carry me away,
To a place of peace and harmony,
Where the wisteria blooms forevermore.
Your wise eyes glistened with cataracts, showing me the hazy Indian sky
The wrinkles on your face, the lines by your eyes, showed me the joys of the hills and caverns of the lands
The raised veins on your hands, bumpy yet smooth, acts like the Ganges, a life supply for you and many
The graying in your hair, shows me the struggles and triumphs, the marriages, the children,
The arthritis you have showed me the pain and determination, the years of work, the labor,
The gentle touch from your rough hands, show me your motherhood, your warmth, your love
The words you spoke, your native tongue, acted as the voice of a generation of women, a voice that’s been heard for years, but only sometimes appreciated
Your loss of hearing showed me the loudness of actions, the loudness of your people, the stories, the lessons you have heard over the years
The loss of memories for you, only showed the tremendous amount you lived, you saw, and felt
Your old passions and anger shined w the ferocity of the fiery red Indian sun
Your dry and cracked hands, showed me the deserts of Rajasthan
Your old gold, your wedding ring, your bangles, show me the beauty of our country, the traditions, that even after the years of wear, we still have value
Your old stories of your family show me the interconnectedness of us all, one large tree, supported by your roots
“Mother India, Mother India,” I call into the void,
Wishing you still were near to bring me back home
The wonders you have seen, the pain you have felt, the revolution and wars you have lived
Mother India was you
A woman older than the world, wiser than philosophers, more beautiful than the Taj
As one Mother leaves, the next generation takes her place,
Yet we never forget our ancestors
The ones who fought, clawed, and struggled for us
The ones who sacrificed their lives for us
You truly loved me
This much I know
You were a mother and grandmother
In more ways than one
You were my grandmother, but you were Mother India
You taught me to love my culture and you were my reason for going back to India
Your time had come and your daughters will take your place.
You were Mother India, I was Daughter India
My world is different from yours,
but the same values and lessons I hold
I miss you
But I know i have the same passions, the same strength, the same love running through my veins
IV. Interconnected Web
Teach your children the ethos of
the rampart-
of the earth under their feet.
Is it more than just soil? It's heaven —
The Chosen Hallowed Retreat
Where we connect
For you must see life as fully rich with
the resounding vibrations of our
kindred lives on this sacred earth.
Our temporary home.
For whatever happens to her
happens to our kindred race.
All life is connected. Wouldn't you agree?
For all life is like
blood that unites a family,
by a process of no creation.
For there is no division. One must see
Humanity and other forms of life
are knitted together...
by the fabric of existence.
Which are only a part of
circle of life cycle.
Each time we do, we are getting
our bodies intertwined.
Just like the Hopi who revere sacred mesas,
we must honor our...
Ancestral wisdom -
winding through desert canyons.
A sacred thread is planting -
our stories into the mother land.
Into the wind-carved rocks' etched. In coyotes'...
starry night songs!
We hear earth's eternal rhythms,
guiding us along.
Feel the warmth of the sun-soaked soil
beneath bare feet.
Perhaps, the cool, refreshing
touch of mountain -
stream water.
Let us smell the wild sage carried on
a gentle breeze.
And hear the wind swept leaves of
ancient trees.
In these moments, we connect to
the heartbeat of the earth.
As Katsina spirits teach through
their dances that
We are temporary guests
on this sacred land.
Yes, stewards of its beauty, bounty,
and balance. —
Our legacy layered by our
own deeds' hands.
Through each mindful step and every
gentle touch
We praise and honor
the interconnectedness web of life.
So Must Stop! and ask:
How now can we translate this
intimate and spiritual connection into
a harmonic coexistence and illiminate
the discordant strife?
“As God’s spark ensouling organic form, I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm, divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space & time. I am love & light, causing heart to chime.”
I AM GOD'S SPARK
A windswept soul cognitive only to the One who clips the stars of heaven
this I am
An enlightened being spiritually awakened by the interconnectedness of all living things
this I am
Dwelling in a place filled with heightened sense of presence, I am peaceful
as the Great I Am
Ablaze like an Olympian Flame I pass life's torch to you with internal conviction
and this is my reveal of who I truly am
I am a woman made of man a mystery onto thyself, I live, breathe and love
and therefore yes, ... I am !!!
Holder of the flame of bliss awareness
Cognised by presence, in tranquil stillness
Each hue new, although generic code same
God is love; we may give Him any name
Filling voids within, with joy in fullness
Deluded is thought of separateness
Empathy births interconnectedness
We all are one, this life play but a game
Holder of the flame
God in-dwells all forms, as the That oneness
Love, light and power, endless blissfulness
Steady resolve, with God-connect our aim
Set aside ego urge, which is to blame
Transmuting to luminous Godliness
Holder of the flame
17-November-2021
The breath I breathe has been breathed before,
Each particle of life giving air has particles of each life it touched,
We share the most personal gift we receive,
When we share the air we breathe.
Interconnectedness
Life with all its twisted
Train wrecks
Contorted metal
grappled around
steel, disfigurement.
And at the heart
of it all, I want to crash
with you. Be a witness
to your incriminating truth
Twisted in ways
censorship can't explain
Remove stop signs at intersections
and T Bone with you,
Bleep certain words
as I drive right through
Swerve on curves
Creep through school crossings
and race towards
Photogenic finishes
Connectedness
like snowfall on Georgia freeways
cautiously making incredible
feats of disbelief
writing under the influence
of you, hard to avoid
your touch even following
the six second rule.
I want to rub paint with you
have fender benders
and crash our bodies in ways
our spirits become unrecognizable
as to who belongs to who...
Remember how intersection negotiations
and lane integrity created anxiety
when you first learned to drive?
Collide
I have lived on the cusp of anxiety and bewilderment.
Fragmented, mankind's collective consciousness has become. Competitiveness is a hindrance to our natural state, wholeness; peaceful interconnectedness.
My eyes saw only aloneness and sorrow.
Tormented was I. Mind, paradoxical. Misunderstanding the propensity of Being; to witness the majesty of the unfolding cosmos.
Senses are evolutionary faculties for experiencing life.
But corruption of mind and misuse of thought brought maya [illusion]; gifts appear as prison walls.
Take the axe of love and strike the chains of imprisonment. Escape.
Walk out into the light.
The door is open.
Wake up.
Laugh at what you thought to be a nightmare. The nightmare was delusion of ego.
The goal is to die whilst living.
Light the candle in your heart.
Walk the path your soul directs.
Bask in joyfulness that cometh with awareness.
Know the path of the soul.
Know what the soul knows.
Listen, but not with your ears. The soul speaks in the silent language of God. The heart is the receiver.
You feel it don't you?
Reconcile with that which once seemed lost.
Become a servant of light. A star. Look to the sky. Countless stars.
Shine your light where there is darkness. Light the candles in the hearts of your brethren.
Remove the veil concealing their true selves.
This is the path of the soul.
Break through the barrier of ego.
Become a lover, as humble as dust and ashes.
Kwe’ explained he’s an elder, teaches the
ways of his people from their hearts – stories
and songs; spiritual rituals link
us all – we are all connected, beasts too.
Dedicate songs played to our ancestors,
their wisdom and knowledge has been passed on
from generation to generation.
Kwe’ swept arms wide as if embracing all
Nature, “here Spirit resides, we believe.
here for reflection and observation –
meditate on interconnectedness.”
Kwe’ picked up his flute, resumed playing tunes –
owl and coyote hooted and howled then
other forest creatures added their songs
creating a symphony of diverse
voices in unison – inter connect.
by Carol Fillmore
for Tell His Story contest
sponsored by Constance La France
"I am because we are," a truth profound,
In Ubuntu's philosophy, our humanity's found.
Our shared existence, interconnectedness so strong,
In unity we thrive, together we belong.
To be truly human, the first maxim shows,
Recognize others' worth, let empathy flow.
Through others, our mirror, humanity's reflected,
Respectful relations bloom, connections perfected.
When choices arise, wealth or life to save,
Opt for life's preservation, the second principle crave.
For human value, far outweighs riches' gleam,
Thus, benevolence and compassion reign supreme.
Even the king’s power, the third tenet’s clear,
Springs from people's will, to whom he owes dear.
His status, a communal gift from voices below him,
Their will becomes his role, to uphold without a whim.
Solidarity's our strength, collectivity’s our might,
A life of sharing, a love life radiating light,
“Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu,” the Zulu recite,
Let’s live Ubuntu's truth, day and night.
IMPRESSIONS of REALITY
becoming
enmeshed
in endless
detail
in the shadows
startling
depictions
turmoil
&fireworks
with
extreme reactions
the
interconnectedness
of
change over
time
raising questions
reflecting
the influence
both
inspire&
surround
to
shape ideas
&present
emphasising
the integral
soundings
& thus
showcases
the
three-dimensional
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
One way to celebrate as a family
begins with everyone’s availability;
a reality to fulfill, a joy to keep
that enables one to take part
and be present with everybody.
It’s interesting to see and
be part of their identity,
a family member, a sibling soul
or a companion in a journey.
Engaging mem’ries draw –
the heartstring of love, humor
commitment and intimacy.
a great experience worth mentioning
an interaction suffused with meaning.
In the language that’s clear,
open, sincere and warm,
relationship sets the tone for everything
its interconnectedness that provides undestanding
as a common belief and a pillar
to God’s covenant of faith.
With the promptings of God’s spirit within,
generate the message to be shared
a word to live, a revelation to uphold
that a family is God’s reflection of the Trinity.
No wonder why relationship matters
in every context or sharing of truth
it’s God’s gift that grows deeper in faith
it’s God’s gift that brings unity to worship.
Beyond the invincible Death,
Past the infectious Icons,
The ever-winding spatial staircase,
And the crack between Time and Space,
Lies the unconscious mind, the ethereal plane, and the land of the lost.
I have traveled miles to be here,
And there are miles to go before I wake.
On a vaguely familiar cracked playground,
Where weeds grow wild
Between fences, bleachers, and tents,
At the crossroads of interconnectedness
I will be meeting him,
Or
He will be meeting me.
I notice distinctly that
It is light but there is no sun in the sky.
There is something non-real, yet realer than existence, about this setting.
On top of the bleachers a small black child beckons me
Toward him.
His face reminds me of my childhood;
His smile reminds me of my long lost home;
There is something both wise and foolish about the way he smiles.
He strides back and forth across the top bleacher;
As I get closer he informs me,
“Animals are the dead coming back to communicate with us.”
Some of what he says doesn’t make sense.
“Mij saw I,” he chants.
He informs me that if ever I want to see him,
I am to come to this spot.
As I try to look at my hands,
The child drops off the back of bleachers,
Disappearing into oblivion.
-Joseph DeMarco
A child – once solitary -
lived inside herself and always dreamed.
She wished for popularity.
This would be happiness – at least for her it seemed.
Popularity never came,
but in her thirteenth year,
she noticed others like herself -
girls seeking more. Like her, they were sincere.
She sought them out – those other girls
unwanted by the cliques at school.
She and they were interesting.
Fun were they! It mattered not to be “uncool!”
United, they made room for other girls.
Enjoying each other, a common motto was their creed:
“One for all and all for one,”
Interconnectedness was true friendship indeed.
Dec. 4, 2022
For Unseeking Seeker's Journey Without Movement Poetry Contest
Elsewhere in biblical literature or in many human experiences
the act of being in the world with others speaks volumes
about who we are and how we form our interconnectedness;
as men and women who walk with our God –
the giver of Life, source of hope and love.
Along with prayer and listening to the promptings
of the holy Spirit – there lies the hidden wisdom
that helps us nourish that sense of otherness within us
henceforth, this leads us to connect with our loving God;
with a deeper value that leads us to the mystical otherness.
Our Lord, our God whose radiance in our hearts
keeps us aligned to the perspective of being one –
one in faith, one in a life of spiritual engagement.
Our prayer, contemplation, meditation, and solitude
enable us to see beyond the mystery of God’s otherness.
His life-giving presence and sacredness within
oh, like a mountaintop experience of that of Moses,
of Peter, James, and John when Christ transfigured before them,
even those two who’re heading for Emmaus;
Moses glowed and these disciples too turned out with awe,
a miracle of wonder, a deep experience of God’s presence.
Note:
kaddosh - In Hebrew it means “otherness,” a radical separation. Indeed, this sense of the Wholly Other cannot even be said to ‘exist’ because it has no place in our normal scheme of reality.’