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Friday, February 14, 2020

Poems for Valentine's Day - Will You Walk By My Side?

The question on pink and red Valentine's Day cards and candies is: "Will you be mine?" I think that's the wrong question. The right one is: "Will you walk by my side?" You cannot own another person, that's slavery. But you can walk together, not in front of each other (leading), not behind (following), but together, side by side, on the path of life. To do that, we have to focus on what's truly important. As T.S.Eliot said, "the still point of the turning world" - Light, Love, Christ...

The Still Point

I like the way you look at me,

drinking me in

with quick, short glances,

as if it were too much

to see me whole

Very thirsty for love,

aren’t you?

You are the matter of a man

I’m the spirit of a woman,

we belong together

From all the possible futures

I pick the one

where you are with me

The space-time cone moves,

the options shift and shrink

every second

I place you at the still point

of my turning world

There are so many delightful, meaningful stories, endless truth hidden in fairy tales. I've always loved fairy-tales and folk-tales, and have a nice collection of international stories. Only Brothers Grimm are so truly grim... others have discoveries of the walking kind, for instance, the princess that walked the world for three years in iron shoes to find her beloved (Slovenian "Pigeon Prince" tale). Or the Prince Charming who climbed over ancient thorny hedges and walls to find his Sleeping Beauty and wake her up with the kiss. That's the kiss of Love and Light, of course, true union of their souls.

Up, Up, Up

With you, I’m a fairy-tale princess,

a Cinderella, perhaps, with her gold

spun-glass slipper on my nightstand

by the Polish Bible I use each day

to find out if I’ve been good.

I really do not know.

Sometimes, I’m a sleeping Beauty

with rosy cheeks, awakened

by the lightest touch of your lips.

Why are you my Prince Charming?

I really do not know. Why

did I have to cross the Great Plains

fly over oceans, wear out

three sets of iron boots, defeat

the Leviathan and the dark

Chameleon in my dreams?

Here I am – here we are

together. Step by step,

holding hands, we climb

the inaccessible heights of God’s

white mountain, its snowy peaks

dazzling with the brilliance

of the sky – song – light –

Heart

…petal by petal, the flower of our heart

~ Amy Lowell

drawing together

the vine of heart leaves

stroke by stroke

from darkness

into light

intertwined –

with the vine

of love

As love grows, its meaning deepens, beyond passion, beyond infatuation, towards endless delight and admiration, arising from the true clarity of a shared purpose, shared light... The more we know the profound beauty of the beloved, the mysteries within, the more love there is. Love is truly endless, the more we give, the more we have to give. It never stops, never dies.

Amber

Red gold of falling leaves

and amber, liquid amber

engulf me with the intensity

of our love for all seasons –

Even the invisible California winter

without snow, with bright sunshine

and birdsong each morning – in time

for Darjeeling tea, Columbian coffee

and naleśniki, flat Polish pancakes

with a touch of maple syrup from Vermont.

The whole world celebrates with us

for we know true meaning of attachment –

not the pink blush of infatuation –

not the wine-red rose of passion –

but this, only this – pure clarity

of azure skies – clear radiance of red gold

and amber – liquid amber

Forever - is made of "nows"- wrote Emily Dickinson in one of her timeless poems. Indeed, forever is nothing but a string of moments, each more precious than another, each shining with a warm light of love within.

Afterglow

you taste of sunlight

sweetness, soft swirls

of ice cream melting

on yellow rays of mango slices

the golden glow of honey

in your eyes

you surprise me

I turn my head and

there you are, looking at me

over your oil-smudged fingers,

engine parts –

smiling

you know what I think

you taste of sunlight

Lost and Found

… the sky of the sky of a tree called life

~ e.e. cummings

I found myself

in a perfect place

I laugh to tears

and I like what I see

after broken pieces

of Devil’s mirror were

washed away from my eyes

There’s no torment here,

no limits, only the infinite

glory of becoming One

with Universe, One with

the Divine, endlessly delighted

No anxiety, no desire –

I live right here, right now

Thank you for the key

that opened my door to Paradise –

Serene, fearless, I’m wholly

and whole made of Love –

Twin Flame Promise

to have, to hold, and to cherish

~ old English wedding vows

I take you to be my beloved

for today and tomorrow

for all days and nights

for a week and all weeks

for a month and all months

for a year and all years

for all eternity

wherever we are and will be

in rain and sunlight

in joy and happy togetherness

of our most holy marriage

our divine union

I promise you solemnly my love

faithfulness and honesty

and that I will not leave you until my death

I will be with you as long as I exist

I promise you the love of my heart

because you are my heart –

and the love of my body

because you are my body –

and the love of my eyes

because you are the light of my eyes –

and the love of my soul

because you are my soul mate

my being’s other half

my fulfillment now and forever

In God, our Divine Source, Way and Life

sharing our love for ever and ever

And so let it grow and last and be

my promise for you and yours for me

I Did Not Dare To Hope

Yet I know it is true.

This certainty is of a bubbly

sparkling kind – it floats up

like champagne in a tall flute

to welcome the New Year

of promises to keep, of bliss-filled

Love that never was, but always is –

always as in a country song of old

shining on pink rose petals

covered with diamond dew

in the morning, under

the periwinkle sky

“of endless possibilities

and our greatest dreams”

that we’ve known

and will know –

together.

Diamonds

In a seashell there is an ocean

There is Universe within my heart

A myriad galaxies dance in my mind

I’m a microcosm of Divine design

In a seashell there is an ocean

In dark coal mine bright diamonds grow

In your eyes I find ageless wisdom

The One Love that sustains us all

In your guilt I see my darkness

In your beauty – radiance and light

In your voice – the calling, the calling

Mountain air on a spring morning

Sparkling diamonds, radiant and pure –

For all forevers you enfold me in Love

So you look within, look inside the rose blossom, admire the infinite geometry of its petals? But what if you looked up? Towards the light-filled sapphire sky that all flowers stretch up to? Roses, magnolias, sunflowers - they all move to the light, and maybe the secret of love is to do as they do?

In the Valley of Yes

I wrote it out in a thousand words

again and again, affirming

the forgotten truth.

You opened your eyes, bewildered,

finally seeing what is to be seen,

saying what is to be said:

We have crossed over into the Soul

now merging into what’s before us.

That is you on the interior, lining

the depth of my heart. You are the center

of my Universe, as we are aligned

perfectly under the Sun.

A rarity found true. You and I.

As we climb the path of life alongside

each other, I am honored to walk with you.

Now, I am looking through the lens of Love

that opens into the landscape of you,

a wildflower that comes alive in me.

I found a slice of Heaven, in front of me.

It is you! I love you today,

tomorrow and

forever

Sapphire

My tiger orchid blooms again

for the third time already

It looks at me shyly

with topaz eyes

thinking, I’d remember

that night, that music

of togetherness –

Expand, expand, forever

expand – our hearts fill

with Cosmic Light of

a thousand Suns –

liquid and flowing

to heal and purify

We thank, we praise

the One Love

that blossoms

in emerald gardens

in sapphire flames

and bright tiger eyes

Sweet Nothings

We are the wings of a butterfly

Dancing in the vortex of time

Ascending to the heart of the galaxy

Flying higher and higher and higher

I love you. You love me.

We are love, love, love, love

One love.

We are the wings of the butterfly

Twirling with a flutter in the breeze of time

Carried by currents beyond what’s known

We swirl and rise up, together

I love you. You love me.

We are love.

What remains of the wings torn apart?

Is the pattern eternal? Does it stay

Once created and outlined in pure light,

embroidered on the fabric of reality

with a sparkling golden thread of memory?

Yes, I love you. You love me.

I love you. You love me.

We are love, love, love, love

True love.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

How I Love My Sapphire, Azure, Periwinkle California Skies

Through most of January 2020, the California skies have been painted ugly shades of off-white and grey by planes spraying plumes of metal aerosols - to improve cell phone reception I'm told by some people, to control the population or make us all sick, as claim others, or to make it harder for "good" UFO to move around in our airspace, since their engines are electromagnetic and negatively impacted by all this metallic dust. Alas, the dust turns sunsets into magnificent color displays, just as smoke does after fires.

But some days are clear, with pristine azure above, or sapphire, or cornflower blue... There are so many hues of clarity in the winter sky! Even some snow on the mountains (in December 2019).

like lotus in the mud

mountaintops bloom

with pure snow white

The Grapevine hills

dusted with fresh snow

for Christmas

icing on the cake of

brown earth under grass blanket

snowy hills of Grapevine

The white cover was limited to a certain height, below the hills were quite brown.

Here are other lovely landscapes without the crisscrossing patterns in the sky. Taken on those rare days of clear skies, or in the morning before the next shift of chemtrail pilots went to work to ruin our views. I usually look out first thing in the morning and go out in my bathrobe to document the California beauty before doing anything else. So lovely. Bouganvillea in bloom, and my Camelback mountain (or is it Mt. Lukens, I never remember) with two California palms of my neighbors.

Rainbows

Let’s conjure up a lovelier, brighter rainbow
made of jewels, translucent and opaque –

They are you, head to toe, a rainbow “you”
of strength and insight, presence and delight

You are a rainbow of endless Light
You are a fountain of boundless Love

You are a red ruby of life
You are a pure amber of creation
You are a bright gold of strength
You are a green emerald of affection
You are a blue sapphire of truth
You are a clear amethyst of perception

You are a white diamond of light
You are a bright diamond of light

The jewel rainbow of your body
The jewel rainbow of your mind

Grounded in the earth,
reaching for the sky
dancing among stars

you are Love – you are Light

with me

Sapphire

My tiger orchid blooms again

for the third time already

It looks at me shyly

with topaz eyes

thinking, I’d remember

that night, that music

of togetherness –

Expand, expand, forever

expand – our hearts fill

with Cosmic Light of

a thousand Suns –

liquid and flowing

to heal and purify

We thank, we praise

the One Love

that blossoms

in emerald gardens

in sapphire flames

and bright tiger eyes

Some of the trees turn gold in December, the Big Tujunga Wash is so lovely at this time.

silver and bronze bushes,

gold poplars and ash trees -

the riches of my valley

cherries start to bloom

spring and fall at once -

all seasons in the now

Twin Palms and the hills -

perfection welcomes me

in the morning

Amber

Red gold of falling leaves

and amber, liquid amber

engulf me with the intensity

of our love for all seasons –

Even the invisible California winter

without snow, with bright sunshine

and birdsong each morning – in time

for Darjeeling tea, Columbian coffee

and naleśniki, flat Polish pancakes

with a touch of maple syrup from Vermont.

The whole world celebrates with us

for we know true meaning of attachment –

not the pink blush of infatuation –

not the wine-red rose of passion –

but this, only this – pure clarity

of azure skies – clear radiance of red gold

and amber – liquid amber

amber and sapphire -

California colors

for the end of time

San Francisco Marina on December 26, 2019 was so delightful.

fold the sails

after worldwide travel

rest in sunlit bay

And so sunny and clear was the Mahnattan Beach Pier earlier
in November one afternoon. The sky was a bit more purplish.

a spaceship hides

in a thick white cloud -

looking at you, kid

a flotilla of clouds

watches over the valley

in sapphire peace

what's left of the last

cloud will soon disappear -

sapphire summer

the doves of love

line up in my sky

for a new song

twin voices, twin songs

twin loves in the sky -

dove heaven

This Afternoon

You are the music while the music lasts.

~ T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding

The woodpecker measures time by the thickness

of tree trunks. Birds make nests, hidden from

hawks, safe from scrub jays. We wake in sunlight,

with twirling patterns still under our closed eyelids.

We listen to high-pitched calls of hummingbirds,

the random flutter of wings. We breathe in spring air

with smoothly flowing melodies of birdsong,

the sweetest of nectars. Waves crash on distant shores

of the Pacific. Stars appear dimly above the horizon,

that glows with the bronzed orange of departing Sun.

We live on the planet of children’s laughter.

We watch refractions of light in my sapphire ring,

on diamond dew drops that cling to blades of grass,

half-opened roses. We live on Earth of abundance

and beauty. We live on Earth of plenitude and calm.

There are no sorrows here, no worries.

No before, nor after. No plans. We take deep

breaths, count to eight, inhaling smiles to the tips

of our fingers, into our toes. I laugh. You laugh.

Crystalline peals echo through the Universe –

from galaxy to galaxy, star to star.

We grow and grow – infinite, gentler, wiser –

we understand all, embrace all, know all.

Perfection. Presence. Light.

Imagine – A Poem of Light

… a cloud that scatters pearls

~ Rumi

Are you an apple? Or maybe

a ripe seed inside an apple of light?

You are snug and safe in the core of a torus

of light rays. You are wrapped in white

silk of light, rays come from your crown into your

toes, surrounding you with a bright cocoon,

of magnetic lines, six winged angels stand

on all sides, watching over you.

Are you, perhaps a fountain?

Your heart – the spring of goodness.

Liquid light pulses and flows from you.

Your heart-beat marks the smooth rhythm

of the sky of the sky of the sky of the sky.

The light! This miracle you forget about

every day as your blood carries your

heart light into every cell of your body.

Not a fountain? A star, perchance?

Or, maybe, two stars. A larger one brightly shines

On your chest, its rays straight and dazzling,

multicolored sparkles dance in the brightness

of your aura. See, the second star blossoms

on your forehead, as radiant as the heart star

Here you are: an arc between stars,

a lucid rainbow of ancient gold

still shining, shining, shining –

Gifts

…the necklace of songs, that you take as a gift

~ Rabindranath Tagore

I gather sunlight

in my palms

to save for later

when it’s dark outside

and hope seems lost.

My hands are full

of brightness.

I gingerly carry

the tangle of sunrays

in a procession of gifts,

down the aisle.

I gather sunlight

to keep close

to my heart,

and warm us

through cold

winter nights

with a rich glow

of sunfire.

hills slide from orange

into darkness below

periwinkle sky

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Friday, February 14, 2020

Poems for Valentine's Day - Will You Walk By My Side?

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

How I Love My Sapphire, Azure, Periwinkle California Skies

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