A quote by Neale Donald Walsch “Life begins now”

Life begins now — right now — not tomorrow or the next day or the next. Every minute of every hour of every day, life begins anew. That means everything can change in an instant. It also means you can have a new beginning whenever you want. Why put off for one day that decision…

SHORT MYSTICAL POEMS: “Just for a moment, flowers appear”

“Just for a moment, flowers appear”   Just for a moment, flowers appear on the empty, nearly-spring tree. Just for a second, wind through the wild thicket thorns. Self inside self, You are nothing but me. Self inside self, I am only You. What we are together will never die. The why and how of…

HAIKU POEMS: “SPRING” (Haiku de Primavera)

  Spring Haiku   Joyful birds’ chirps & songs Snow-white blooms cover branches New Hope fills the heart! Amira   Haiku de Primavera   Chirridos y canciones de alegres pájaros Flores blancas como nieve cubren ramas ¡Nueva esperanza llena el corazón! Amira

MYSTIC POEMS: “Don’t Make Lists”

  “Don’t Make Lists” Every day a new flower rises from your body’s fresh soil. Don’t go around looking for fallen petals in a fairy tale, when you’ve got the golden plant right here, now, shooting forth in light from your eyes, your awakening crown. Don’t make lists, or explore ancient accounts. Forget everything you…

VISIONARY POEMS: “Ascending The Fun-Fair Of Life” by Trina Graves

  Ascending The Fun-Fair Of Life April 14, 2019 Trina GravesLeave a comment     It was in December 2012 Everywhere was Ascension talk A few days before the 21st I wondered what path we’d walk Questioning, ‘What is Ascension?’ I went to find answers in my mind A visit with James on the beach And…

POEMS: “STARGAZING” (MIRANDO A LAS ESTRELLAS)

“Stargazing”   When was the last time We looked at the stars? When was the last time We sat in silence Technologies apart?   Our minds engaged Immersed, obsessed Zombie-like stares To virtual images While the Cosmos awaits…   Let’s leave our distractions For an hour each day Let us practice the ancient art Of…

MYSTIC POEMS: “For a New Beginning”

“For a New Beginning”   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…

(Learning from Nature) MYSTICAL POEMS: “Camas Lillies”

“Camas Lillies”   Consider the lilies of the field, the blue banks of camas opening into acres of sky along the road. Would the longing to lie down and be washed by that beauty abate if you knew their usefulness, how the natives ground their bulbs for flour, how the settlers’ hogs uprooted them, grunting…

On “Self-Knowledge” by Kahlil Gibran

“Self-Knowledge”   And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge. And he answered saying: Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge. You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch…

A quote from Neale Donald Walsch: “Choose Love”

“Choose Love” “In life, we have a choice between a thought of love or a thought of fear. “Fear is the energy which contracts, closes down, draws in, runs, hides, hoards, harms. Love is the energy which expands, opens up, sends out, stays, reveals, shares, heals. “Fear wraps our bodies in clothing, love allows us…

SHORT MYSTICAL POEMS: “My heart searched for your fragrance”

“My heart searched for your fragrance”     My heart searched for your fragrance in the breeze moving at dawn, my eyes searched for the flower of your face in the garden of creation. Neither could lead me to your abode — contemplation alone showed me the way. by Sarmad English version by Isaac A….

SHORT MYSTICAL POEMS: “He and I are One”

“He and I are one”   He and I are one, like the word and its meaning. Behold union in separation, like the eye and vision. Not for a moment is He separate from me — Behold us together everywhere, like flower and fragrance. by Sarmad English version by Isaac A. Ezekiel Original Language Persian/Farsi…

POEMS: “Hey my friend”… by Tarchin Hearn

  Auckland, March/01 (In response to a young man dropping out of an urban retreat)   Hey my friend . . . What are you doing that’s meaningful with your life? Are you birthing beautiful thoughts into the world? Hey my friend . . .Are you awake? Is the fire of passion lighting your way,…

ROMANTIC POEMS: “A white rose” (from a previous post)

A White Rose THE red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss…

POEMS FOR MOTHERS: “In The Arms Of An Angel” by Trina Graves

In The Arms Of An Angel April 3, 2019Trina Graves1 Comment An Angel is a Spiritual Being A Messenger of God, His Agent Working Divinely with love Around us, or when needed, sent Some people get to see them Magnificent, powerful, bright With pure white wings of feather A truly life-enhancing sight But most just know…

POEMS: “The path”

The Path We follow the path however hard it can be over hills and mountains in rain and shine and often in silence not speaking as we walk where the days seem long in this season of our lives until we remember how precious it is to be alive that every moment matters in the…

SPIRITUAL POEMS: “In perfect time”

“In perfect time”   In the light behind the light where everything is held safer than human hands than any building in the exact distance between stars and planets in their orbiting and the low hum you cannot hear that is the music of the spheres and the earth’s own note, answering is what holds…

POEMS: “Traveller: stop a moment (from Anamnesis)”

“Traveller: stop a moment (from Anamnesis)”   Traveller: stop a moment. It is time to stop time, to step inside. Come into this house of quiet and let it take your mind. Can you ? The hardest thing. To stop thinking. So you can start really seeing and enter the silent mind that waits in…

SHORT POEMS: “For the Children (from In the Unknown)” about poetry…

“For the Children (from In the Unknown)”   Pavement side, a mother and child and a poet’s footsteps exactly coincide: she’s saying to him ‘birds live in trees, and squirrels…’ as we pass, and I can’t resist ‘…and poets’, I add, as her sentence hangs still deep in my one-handed text to you about how…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “The Word of The Silence” by Aurobindo

“The Word of The Silence” A bare impersonal hush is now my mind, A world of sight clear and inimitable, A volume of silence by a Godhead signed, A greatness pure, virgin of will. Once on its pages Ignorance could write In a scribble of intellect the blind guess of Time And cast gleam-messages of…

SPRING POEMS: “The Sowing of Meanings” by Thomas Merton

“The Sowing of Meanings” See the high birds! Is their’s the song That dies among the wood-light Wounding the listener with such bright arrows? Or do they play in wheeling silences Defining in the perfect sky The bounds of (here below) our solitude, Where spring has generated lights of green To glow in clouds upon…

POEMS: “Sow flowers” by Rahman Baba

“Sow flowers”   Sow flowers to make a garden bloom around you, The thorns you sow will prick your own feet. Arrows shot at others Will return to hit you as they fall. You yourself will come to teeter on the lip Of a well dug to undermine another. Though you look at others with…

SPRING POEMS: “Against the gently flowing spring morning” by Shih Shu

“Against the gently flowing spring morning”   Against the gently flowing spring morning the arrogant rattle of a passing coach peach blossoms beckon from the distant village willow branches caress the shoulder of my pond as bream and carp flash their golden scales and mated ducks link embroidered wings the poet stares about: this way,…

SPRING POEMS: “Spring”

“Spring” Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring � down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of early spring � I think of her, her four black fists flicking the gravel, her tongue � like a red fire touching the grass, the cold water. There is…

POEMS: “How to Be a Poet” by Wendell Berry

“How to Be a Poet”   (To remind myself) i Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill — more of each than you have — inspiration, work, growing older, patience, for patience joins time to eternity. Any readers who like your poems, doubt their…