poem: aging together here and now

poem: aging together here and now

here in the church
of God’s Creation worshipping
in the woods, dales, and lakes

doing the work of bringing light unto the self
practicing Self realization, resisting the Empire
and all that separates us from Creation

residing in authentic communities
of healing and belonging with others
who value sharing the work and doing the practice

walking in nature, creating,
writing down the bones
taking care of one another and those we may

here and now in our aging together
releasing worldly desires, falling upward,
in the cloud of unknowing

flowing with Cosmic energy
connecting root to crown
filling hearts with grace, love, hope, faith

beloveds, we are fine

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 16, 2021

photo: the author and his wife at Bird Heave
Hill in the Southern Hills of Nashville

Author’s note: Just a little love note from Cathey
and I to all our beloveds that we are fine here on
Bird Heaven Hill doing the quiet, slow practice and
work of Self, mutuality, belonging together, and oneing,
and we invite you all to join together in authentic
communities of intentionality, purpose, and meaning.

Let us love one another!

poem: grace can only be received with an open hand and held humbly with a light touch

poem: grace can only be received with an open hand
and held humbly with a light touch

old man chuckling lightly to himself;
the notion of ‘aging gracefully’
a boondoggle to his mind

all empty busyness and waste of time
this holding on for dear life,
with a stranglehold on ‘grace,’

to our youthful foolishness
with a denial of our falling up
now, as I begin to see more clearly

the thread of life running ahead
yet never disappearing
to an end I do not know where or when

sensing this falling upward
in a cloud of unknowing
as one’s status, health, energy,

influence, and appearance wanes
falling upward with an authentic grace
freely given towards our Truth of Self

and the Authenticity of Belonging together
and eldering in community of liberation
more spirit than body and mind

lamenting, visioning, lifting up,
radically accepting and loving,
laughing eyes on the thread running ahead

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
May 25, 2021

photo: the author at Draper Coastal Dune Lake
in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida, U.S.A.


 

 

 

Reflection: early morning ramble of an ole man

Reflection: early morning ramble of an ole man

Up early as always, writing and working on numerous new projects, I feel the need to move and clear my head which has become cluttered of late.

So out the door for a ramble around the house and property. Today I notice our first iris have bloomed, and the garden needs an overdue weeding like my mind!

Yes, I am feeling very creative and productive these days, and I feel I need to better channel this energy and become more focused. At 73, I am working as much as I ever have in my life with what matters most to my heart, soul, and spirit.

I just need to re-center back within my Self and follow the natural rhythm of life’s paradoxical tensions. Stop grasping and holding on too long, instead flowing from our center, engaging and withdrawing, remembering it is about the journey and not the destination.


poem: the solitude of being and the hope of each day

poem: the solitude of being
and the hope of each day

oh solitude I am learning thy name
beloved family and a few beloved friends are close
always room for the harmony of others

being in harmony with God’s grace, love, and hope
one does nothing and leaves nothing undone
living simply, each day (w)ho(l)ly new unto itself

solitude and harmony
not doing thus being
simply made new in the hope of each day

if I get to the little hidden green field
of wildflowers today,
it will be more than enough….

gratefully, letting your
heaven be the earth
below your feet

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April  5, 2021

photos by Herb Stone

 

poem: lucid dreams conversation

poem: lucid dreams conversation

do you know where this is?
our home in Nashville.
I thought it was the farm.

come on, I say,
let’s get the day started
let’s see what we can do

whatever it is
it won’t be much
just a little bit

there will be time for naps
and dreams spanning a lifetime
on this voyage of transfiguration

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
March 25, 2021

photo by Herb Stone
‘Sweet Dreams’

Author’s note: The daily conversations
of a care giver for their Beloved sharing
eternal Life and Love.