For a New Beginning

 

FOR A NEW BEGINNING
by John O’Donohue

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

Still

 

Still, still, still,

And in the stilness, breathe

The breath of life, the breath of light,

Breathe it all in and let out a sigh

And in the release, find peace

Calling, calling, calling

 

HEAR ME CALLING
Mother Earth, hear me calling
I’m your daughter,
You’re my home

Sister Moon, hear me calling
In the night
We’re not alone

Father Sun, hear me calling
Let your strong light
Shine in me
All my ancestors

Stand by me
Teach my Spirit to be free. . .

...

...

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ELEMENTALS
Where I sit is Holy
The Wheel goes round
Where I sit is holy,
Holy is the ground,
Forest, Mountain, River,
Listen to the  Sound.
Great Spirit circle  all around me.
Air moves us, Fire transforms,
Water shapes us, Earth Heals us.
And the balance of the Wheel goes
round and round.
And the balance of  the Wheel goes round.

...

ALL SEEDS
by Lauren Liebling, Starhawk

All seeds She deeply buries,
 She weaves the thread of seasons
Her secret, darkness carries,
 She loves beyond all reason.

All sleeping seeds She wakens,
The rainbow is Her token;
Now winter's power is taken,
In love all chains are broken.
Everything lost is found again,
in a new form, in a new way;
Everything hurt is healed again,
 In a new time, in a new day.

...

ANGELS OF HEALING
Lisa Thiel  1986
Blessed angels come be with me
Heal my spirit, mind and body.
Blessed angels of green and gold
Heal my heart and heal my soul.
Blessed angels of violet and blue
Open my eyes to the vision of truth.

Cantico delle creature

 

Cantico delle creature ( San Francesco d'Assisi)

«Altissimo, Onnipotente Buon Signore, tue sono le lodi, la gloria, l'onore e ogni benedizione.

A te solo, o Altissimo, si addicono e nessun uomo è degno di menzionarti.

Lodato sii, mio Signore, insieme a tutte le creature, specialmente per il signor fratello sole, il quale è la luce del giorno, e tu tramite lui ci dai la luce. E lui è bello e raggiante con grande splendore: te, o Altissimo, simboleggia.

Lodato sii, o mio Signore, per sorella luna e le stelle: in cielo le hai create, chiare preziose e belle.

Lodato sii, mio Signore, per fratello vento, e per l'aria e per il cielo; per quello nuvoloso e per quello sereno, per ogni stagione tramite la quale alle creature dai vita.

Lodato sii, mio Signore, per sorella acqua, la quale è molto utile e umile, preziosa e pura.

Lodato sii, mio Signore, per fratello fuoco, attraverso il quale illumini la notte. Egli è bello, giocondo, robusto e forte.

Lodato sii, mio Signore, per nostra sorella madre terra, la quale ci dà nutrimento e ci mantiene: produce diversi frutti, con fiori variopinti ed erba.

Lodato sii, mio Signore, per quelli che perdonano in nome del tuo amore, e sopportano malattie e sofferenze.

Beati quelli che le sopporteranno serenamente, perché dall'Altissimo saranno premiati.

Lodato sii, mio Signore, per la nostra sorella morte corporale, dalla quale nessun essere umano può scappare; guai a quelli che moriranno mentre sono in peccato mortale.

Beati quelli che troveranno la morte mentre stanno rispettando le tue volontà. In questo caso la morte spirituale non procurerà loro alcun male.

Lodate e benedite il mio Signore, ringraziatelo e servitelo con grande umiltà.»

Sweet, gentle, fading

 

Sweet, gentle, fading me,

Hardened, softened, cotton haired,

Dreamy, soft, broken, flee,

Wakened, battered, abused, recovered,

Reinventing, refreshing, starting anew.

All things considered, all things done;

The adventures, our life, my being with you.

Sweet, gentle, you, my only one.

Canticle 6 by May Sarton

 

CANTICLE 6

by May Sarton

Alone one is never lonely: the spirit
              adventures, waking
In a quiet garden, in a cool house, abiding single there;
The spirit adventures in sleep, the sweet thirst-slaking
When only the moon’s reflection touches the wild hair.
There is no place more intimate than the spirit alone:
It finds a lovely certainty in the evening and the morning.
It is only where two have come together bone against bone
That those alonenesses take place, when, without warning
The sky opens over their heads to an infinite hole in space;
It is only turning at night to a lover that one learns
He is set apart like a star forever and that sleeping face
(For whom the heart has cried, for whom the frail hand burns)
Is swung out in the night alone, so luminous and still,
The waking spirit attends, the loving spirit gazes
Without communion, without touch, and comes to know at last
Out of a silence only and never when the body blazes
That love is present, that always burns alone, however steadfast.

Remember

 

Weaving tangled imprints

Dwelling, swelling, moments

Dreaming, blurred images

Thoughts, slippery, capsules

Smashed, cloudy blur

Slumber, dream fragment

Broken, swallen, fallen

Soreness, the comfort in the softness

Time moves in a non linear way, but

Remember 

The Moon today

November

 

Woven webs of memories

Tangled emotions

Scarred tissue, deep worries

Troubled expressions

Anxious, adrenaline times

Impressed in cells towards erosions

Slow down, gather, bitter chimes

November, remember, the dead

and the dark moments, now

and before, and to come yet, with dread

Not just now, I and others

the individual is not yet free, no

As sisters, and brothers

do not forget, do not give up, oh

Remember this november

This is the cycle of forever more

and repeat what was before

I am yet to find the quiet in my heart

My Autumn

My Autumn 

Oh, so, so, towards the dark we go

One whole self, now, grow, slow, decay

Broken, scattered, fragments, I know

this corse of mine, festering day by day

No shield for the cold winds that blow

Here I rest and here I stay

Fall like old grapes, rottening

Feast on mould and bitter juice

Take golden syrup sweetening

Life darkens for I am a recluse

Down right here I rest my sore bones

On soft autumn leaves decompose

On damp earth and cold stones

Sharp, numbing body I repose

Deep Peace

 

Deep Peace of the running wave to you.

Deep peace of the flowing air to you.

Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.

Deep peace of the shining stars to you.

Deep peace of the gentle night to you.

Moon and stars pour their healing light on you.

Deep Peace of the Spirit

Light of Her world to you

Deep Peace of the Mother of All

Light of Her world to you

Deep Peace to you
Deep Peace to you
Deep Peace to you
Deep Peace to you

The lyrics are from Heather Frahn's "Deep Peace" version

Glimpse

 

Open the veil of purity and transparency

Conversations and maybe a possibility

Exploring and questioning we pass

the time preciously divided as

I get a glimpse of a world

much closer in our hearts

The sparkle in her eye

 In togetherness,

shared moments.

Tme passes,

love grows

beyond impossible

Infinite, precious memories;

warmth

beyond and more.

Simple and open,

outlook positive

keeping cool, relaxed

With the real appreciation 

and humble life

little gems,

huge possibilities

for everything is in a tiny capsule,

yet, magnificent wisdom

The sparkle in her eye

Daughter of the cosmic light

Flowers

 How many hours

For all the flowers

of this world,

Even if absurd,

how many,

for the memory;

how many

for the spell

to be broken,

for the world to be shaken,

for the words to be spoken.

Glass, mass, media, woken

Shutter, break free, loudly spoken

Truth is now the ever never, maybe.

Truth is the delicate scent of flowers.

Only, most people have lost the sense of smell

That is the trend lately, the ones with superpowers

Will apparently end up in hell

Tight

 Tght

T i g h t

Fight or flight

reaction;

nothing to blame

but the condition.

Oh such a shame

pangs and twitches,

stitches and pain,

cramped up, rolled up,

extra tension, it's insane

how tight, frazzled, twisted up,

wrung and squeezed brain

and body, bruised, used, fused,

this same body that onced amused and mused.

Now night and day, day and night

Feeling tight....so tight

Time

 Find time

Time goes, time

Time to find time

Go by, go by

Stop and listen and cry

Yet, why this yearning

In discomfort, welling up

this tears, my fears, 

longing, remembering, 

accepting, going forward,

being content, the art of living

with a turmoil of emotion, yet,

keeping calm, cool and collected.

Time to gather, reflect, stop, eject,

Feel, the surge and let out, release

Release, the grief, let out, to relief.

Time will help heal

The healing will not be forgetting

But recognizing and living

Time goes forward, carries on

Carries time within, all that has been and is now

Time is now and how to be with it all and move on.

The Enchantress

 

The Enchantress

Inner to outer

The Enchantress shouts louder

I hear the voice of my grandmother

calling me

Listen, listen, I listen

Slow douwn, ground

yourself, feel,

feeling my, my, 

myself

Listen to my needs

Bewise, be wise,

wiser, rise later;

for now, just be,

rest, for now.

I am enough

I've done enough

I had enough

So, now, let it be,

let it be, let it be...

Let it out, let it out,

shout, and then shed,

shed, shed, and be

still.

M - E - N - O - P - A - U - S - E

 Meno-pause

M - Menopause

Meh!

Me?

Mmmmm...

E - eh?

N - no way!

O - Oh!

P - Peri peri , peri-menopausal

A - aaaaaaagh!

U - 'U 2?'

S - symptoms

E - ending...when?

The Work of Happiness

 THE WORK OF HAPPINESS

by May Sarton

I thought of happiness, how it is woven
Out of the silence in the empty house each day
And how it is not sudden and it is not given
But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.
No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark
Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.
No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,
But the tree is lifted by this inward work
And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.

So happiness is woven out of the peace of hours
And strikes its roots deep in the house alone:
The old chest in the corner, cool waxed floors,
White curtains softly and continually blown
As the free air moves quietly about the room;
A shelf of books, a table, and the white-washed wall —
These are the dear familiar gods of home,
And here the work of faith can best be done,
The growing tree is green and musical.

For what is happiness but growth in peace,
The timeless sense of time when furniture
Has stood a life’s span in a single place,
And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir
The shining leaves of present happiness?
No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,
But where people have lived in inwardness
The air is charged with blessing and does bless;
      Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.

Things that become what they were before (A shadow of myself)

The orange and brown

fabric, fiberglass, plastic;

the beige and the cork, 

The japanese dressing gown,

Clogs and skates fantastic,

The wannabe in New York

The groovy, the cool and the gang

The bangles, nails and locks

Ziggy played guitar

The way the the shirts hang

The chicks who love to rock

Wishing to travel really far

The Japan on my Sony Walkman

Light and shadow, bohemian vibe

From Camden, through Farringdon 

Here is where it all began

Lost and found in the tribe

Contemporary life in London

Things that become

what they were before

And what is now here 

Is what is lost, a blur, mind numb

What is no longer now, no more

I am not what I appear

The hidden me a faded glaze

Sugar plum fairy dust

Cedarwood, pine, rose and jasmine

Glamorized history all in a daze

Orange trees, solar lust

Marlene on the wall

Things that become, the rise and fall

of a once fair, shining star

Now hiding in a crystal ball

That shines just for me 

And that is invisible to all

From near or from afar

I see me, I am still me

Yet, a shadow of myself

Haiku - Flower

Flower

Fragrant, sweet scent bright

Drained, fading blossom, decading

Plight, once flower, now dust

June' Haiku by Susannah

This Earth

 This Earth

Believing in the power of growing

decaying and regeneration

Positively embracing 

forecast of a new force risin'

and Earth rebirthing

with very little intervention

May humans appreciate:

their own power

and reciprocate

the infinite love of our Gaia

As we rise higher

To her frequency vibrate.

Love and light to the New World

Out of the shadow, always the light

This body

 This body 

Is somebody new, if old;

Wishing many possible types of shedding

mutations, rejuvination, yet bold

statement of accumulation, yelding,

submitting to the forward changes

slowly, and painfully watching 

as my anatomy through time ages

It's only my human cage

Bones, nerves, muscles, heart

Ticking time, and time again

Prayer, beauty and art

Can only take away the pain

For just a little while

For a little while

For a while

Fragrant self

Oh now, a gentle awaking, 

The senses returning;

The new spring within quivering,

In the running river restoring.

Sweet roses, sweet dreams,

Screening my skin, my aura;

Self indulging, cosseted, as it seems,

By an orgy of scents, festive floral;

Jasmine, feminine, yet now hide

A yerning for the eternal 

Goddess inside

“Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost

 Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

I am home

 Spiralling, inward circle

Searching around

Out and about 

This and that 

And the other 

The other than me

That is a better one

A shiny being 

Like a supernova star

A fantastic image of 

a self projection

Past sweeter and bitter future

Blend in one 

Like a capsule suspended

Like a snap from a sunny holiday

There, immortal, the magic

Only to come back to now

Where things seem a lot more tragic

Trying to figure how

This is me now and 

This is me and I can't see

Blind in nowhere land

Nowhere to go, just be

Here, holding your hand

Feeling the warmth

I am home

Dream resolution

 Green, clean 

Lean, spark and zeal

Aiming high, 

Spirit's high

But no, not so fast,

Not so slow, either.

Weight and past

All the same, so eager

To drop and bury

All that did last

A faraway era

Lost forever

Like cells do regenerate

And of course now history

In my mind I incinerate

Faking some kind of victory

The only winner 

Is Time, mean and so linear

In this awaken ordinary

Letting out a silent scream

Then going back to dream

That is my resolution

Waiting for a counterrevolution