waning crescent moon
ethereal Venus bright
soon the new moon rises
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
January 29, 2022
photo by author
taken this morning
quote: resisting the destruction of ego-self and worldly chaos
the spiritual renaissance
will not be social-media-lized,
televised, publicized,
or evangelized
the renaissance will occur
in the consciousness of humans,
in their mutual relationships,
together in authentic communities
preparing, the mind in revolt
questions everything
we have been taught
by the oppressive, dominant culture
practicing, turning within and opening
to the Dharma, the Universal Truth,
as expressed through one’s True Self,
one is transformed and transforming
participating, our hearts open to Love,
no fear, no fences, no fooling,
eschewing power over control of others,
uniting together as One
personal and collective consciousness
evolving to the Omega Point,
coalescing into neighborly communities,
walking one another home in True Belonging
spiritual and human,
as above, so below,
biosphere, noosphere,
Cosmic consciousness, mystical union
Alpha and OmegaTat Tvam Asi, Thou Art That
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 30, 2021
image unattributed
Author’s note: The poem’s title is a play upon Gil Scott-Heron’s spoken word poem: The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. Scott-Heron was a soul and jazz poet, musician, and
author (1949-2011). The Omega Point is the name given by Pierre Tielhard de Chardin,
a Catholic priest and anthropologist (1881-1951), to the evolution of life in which
consciousness reaches a singularity event and we shift from a planet of biological life forms
to a planet of higher consciousness.)
poem: memories of youthful luminescence
once, long ago, remembering
a night on the beach at Viareggio
the moon a yellow pizza pie
glowing in the great cosmo sky
cheese stretching from above
to our hungry mouths below
stinging jelly fish luminescing
in the dark Mediterranean sea
endless stars lighting the dark void
of the night canopy overhead
our heart’s souls connecting to all
in golden threads
we skip the light fandango
the great cosmos spins
Herb Stone
here & now working poetry
September 8, 2021
photo unattributed
poem: crossing paths, intertwining, all aglow, letting go
moving at the speed of mindfulness, intent, and purpose
my love and I drift through these days in the sea of here and now
with the greatest care in every breath, every step, every touch
here amongst the majesty of Earth Home on this night,
under the spinning Milky Way, hints of Autumn to come,
the smell of salty seas and only sound the Earth’s moan
the slow rise and fall of breath,
soft whispers of comforting reassurance,
the souls of kin, friends, and ancestors all aglow
intertwined like fragile vines through the seasons of life,
since that first crossing what seems like another lifetime,
now holding more tightly than ever before
then the life ship sails on slipping its Earthly bonds,
upon the Cosmic voyage, beloveds depart,
into the Bardo luminosity of the one True nature
passing in the dark night,
crossing paths,
intertwining, all aglow, letting go
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 10, 2021
art image ‘Night Crossing’ by Regina Valluzzi
in the reprieve
following the onslaught
of our mortality
detecting their is
a sweet spot in the tartness
of our aging
things s l o w d o w n
having more intimate time
for one another
our rambles shrink
to a home and a field
comfortable in its familiarity
there is a touch
of surrealism
expanding our consciousness
a touch of lament,
prophetic vision, and hope
in things to come
and a renewed creativity
witnessing the wisdom
one has hard earned
so now in this in-between place
coming into one’s Self fully
and walking one another Home
faith sustains us preparing
for unseen things to come
in our Cosmic Journey
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 7, 2021
photos by Herb Stone
Author’s note: I wrote this poem
just after my wife’s stroke from which
she is now recovering nicely despite
its challenges. Our 50th. year
anniversary approaching in November.
poem: and now it is in the hǣlan
and so in our aging
suffering the upward fall again
in this cruciform world both broken and whole
holding the tensions deep in our souls
resolving them within
Reconciling, Transforming, Creating the new thing
being present with ‘what is’
seeing how it can bring us closer
to renewed wholeness: Mind, Body, Spirit
once again finding our Self
re-balancing the tensions of
Creation, Life, and Love
mindful of Relationships, Community, Cosmos
responsible for hǣlan one another
with compassionate intent (not duty)
now let the hǣlan begin
all in harmony Self, Neighbor, Creator
walking each other Home again
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 4, 2021
art images: Shamanic Healing Hands Art
by Maria Sabina
Jesus healing Peter’s mother-in-law
Illumination in the Gospel
of the Abbess Hitda of Meschede
Author’s note: hǣlan is Old English for
healing. This poem is inspired upon my
wife experiencing a stroke from which she
is currently recovering nicely but not without its challenges.
