Small Stone, January 2, 2012

Casting eyes ‘cross garden,
Then looking b’yond I see
The desert, pure and natural
Greeting, inspiring me
I’m grateful
For glittering eyes
Green ones

And now, a rondelet, inspired by Rilke…

Change beckons, “Come!”
Turn, curve, open up, discover
Change beckons, “Come!”
Hone not pieces, parts, but the sum
Heed not carping of another
Stoke your fire, let no-one smother
Change beckons, “Come!”

*written for and posted at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

* Vincent van Gogh, Charles Baudelaire, Oscar Wilde, Paul Verlaine, and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec were all known drinkers of absinthe.

 ether ~ a : the rarefied element formerly believed to fill the upper regions of space b : the upper regions of space : heavens.

~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To Goethe,  a Haiku,  with gratitude for wisdom shared…

This and ev’ry day

I shall strive to recognize

Power,  Grace,  Yours,  Mine

~

~ Ω ~

~

~ We Are Divine ~

We can only help them discover it within themselves

~ Gallileo Galilei

~ Ω ~

I approached the oracle earnestly,

Querying about her truth.

She told it all,  quite candidly,

Shared lessons,  events,  sooth.

~

I listened so attentively,

Determined to understand

The knowledge through experience she’d gained.

What helped her heart expand?

~

Naïve,  I did not realize

Her way I’d not repeat.

Indeed,  I failed to recognize

‘Twould leave me incomplete.

~

Then suddenly,  it was clear to me,

Nothing she could say

Would change the path I had to walk,

Prevent the rare foray.

~

Each leg of my life’s journey

Was specific in its goal

I must seek grace,  humility

Refine my unique soul

~

And merge with God.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

~Ω~

Who dares question power found within the natural world?

The flash of light through monsoon skies, cacophony unfurled

The rapid pace of a whitetail race just ahead of the mountain lion

The movement of the earth ‘round sun or the stars in the belt of Orion

~

Who dares doubt that unknown forces unite to create?

A world of wonder, beauty and a world with anger, hate

A realm in which we each have choice to rise and learn, or fail

A universe wherein each One, given time, doth prevail

~

Who dares disbelieve that every being is divine?

That paths, processes chosen, will finally align

With ultimate perfection, achievement spawned by grace

When all will truly understand the meaning of this race

We call human.

~ Vincent van Gogh

Short sharp strokes of pigment and sweat

Create the scene before you

Yet

It’s different.

Sparks and electricity

Chemical and energetic eccentricity

Imbue you with vision peculiarly

Unique to your wondrous mind

And time.

Brilliance

Madness

Illness

Sadness

So many possible impetuses

Behind the canvases

Of

Vincent the Sublime

*Prompted by Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”

~ excerpted from”The Summer Day“

by Mary Oliver

I will not falter,

Crater or fail.

I have big plans

I AM not frail.

I shall prevail.

~

I plan

To live big, know my mind, speak my truth

Love beyond limits, be both proper, uncouth

I plan to embrace opportunity, chance

Plan to create family, joy and romance

I plan to live long, or perhaps short

Really ~ who knows?

But regardless

I plan

♥

To embrace,

Knowing

I chose

This

Way

This wild and precious wonder.

No regrets

In the garden I AM reminded

My role is to love

My charge ~ to accept

When I embrace my divinity, I recognize my humanity.

In my humanity, I recognize yours

Francis was right…

Console ~ Understand ~ Love ~ Give ~ Forgive

Then move on

Move up

Toward Light

Lightness

Enlightenment

As it was alway meant

To Be

I AM currently reading The Reluctant Saint  ω The Life of Francis of Assisi by Donald Spoto. It is, indeed, enlightening.