Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Thursday, October 25, 2012

I NEVER WRITE POEMS

I handle light
I breath the freedom of space
the space between your hands
between your cells
between your thoughts

I forget
I miss the sight of you
the feel of your grace
the sound of your moment
the calm of your storm

I revive
my light
my soul
my purpose 
to feel you again
to hear you
to relive in your bliss

To remember
myself

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

~♥IMAGINE A WOMEN♥~ POEM OF EACH AND EVERY WOMAN

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past's influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body. A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and wisdom. Who refuses to use her energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.

"Imagine a Woman" © Patricia Lynn Reilly, 1995

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

POEM OF LIFE AND DEATH BY RUMI

Dying Heart by NiinaC
"I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels bless'd; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,

To Him we shall return."
~ Rumi

Thursday, July 1, 2010

POEM OF SPILLED STARDUST

~ Spilled Stardust ~

Darkest blue, ink and blue wine.
Careful dance of quiet stars,
rhythm of the pulsing moon
silver, light and bright and shine
attached to the ink blue sky.
One missed step, a disaster's first line;
you spilled stardust and made mankind.

I am no poet... BUT you follow inspiration and forget all self sensoring and express yourself! ♥
Unfortunately I don't know who took this photo, so I cannot credit, but if you do let me know - the person is obviously excellent.

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