poem: inspiring creativity

poem: inspiring creativity

the writing studio at pre-dawn
when the house is still and quiet
and the light is dim is inviting

settling in to write a spell
mindful of creative inspiration
surrounding me here

Buddha, Christ, Shiva
Ganesh, Hanuman closeby
their spiritual energy flowing

the library of great books
the collection of great music
the images of great art

within all beings
creative energies
are our root core

overcoming our fear
moving the energy within
lights the fire

ah, inspiration
you are the fuel
of creative energies flow

Herb Stone
April 11, 2021
here&now working poetry

photo by Herb Stone

Announcing my new book to be published soon

Dear friends of here&nowworkingpoetry.blog (which I recently changed to the author’s domain herbstonejr.com) I am pleased to announce I will be publishing my first book of poetry soon. I invite you to watch my video announcement below and to stay tuned for further updates as we approach publication. I can not thank you all enough for your support of my poetry, and I look forward to many more years of writing in hopes it is resonating with you as we continue our journeys of growing as True Selves and building communities of authenticity together.

Herb Stone

poem: the signature of all things

poem: the signature of all things

awakening each day
to the winter’s inky blue-black
pre-dawn skies
arising from that inky orb

stripes of orange, yellow, cyan
striped across the horizon
a hopeful iridescent glow
in the scant light of new day

resurrecting to the truth
awakening, gathering myself up,
picking up pen and paper,
pondering the interconnectedness of all

writing from the core of my being,
on Earth Home in the Cosmic void,
the Great Universe spins
numinous visions arise

seeking creative expression and sharing
enlivening kinship with all things
from the Ground of All Being,
the Signature of All Things is writ,

“that all may be one”
That I Am
All in All
Oneing

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
February 9, 2021

Photos by Herb Stone

(reader’s note: the poem reflects the mystic’s
union with God which enlivens and connects
all things; it draws upon the teachings of Aldous
Huxley’s ‘Perennial Philosophy,’ Lady Julian
of Norwich’s ‘Oneing,’ Jacob Boemhe’s book ‘The
Signature of All Things,” and the words of Jesus,
the Cosmic Christ, from the Gospel of John 17:21)

poem: one can not serve two masters

poem: one can not serve two masters

to what dominant influence
are you captive
to what master has your life
become like chattel

is your master
fear, greed, envy,
pride, desire, wrath,
power, control, domination

or is your master
grace, love, Self truth,
wholeness, mutuality, healing,
belonging, Cosmic consciousness

who are we,
what is our purpose,
what is our life’s meaning,
what is it we intend to create here

mind your surroundings,
what are you receiving
with open hands and
on what do you stand

truth, beauty, and goodness
or falsity, repulsiveness, and depravity,
what is it you intend to create
on this Earth with this one, wild life

that which is not transformative
for the personal and collective good
is transmitted as suffering from
person to person and generation to generation

choose to be the change
the world needs and
apply yourself through
disciplined practice benefiting all beings

dedicate yourself to
creative expression which
sets all free, liberates, and
connects all in kinship and belonging

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
February 4, 2021

Art images:

1) Harry Sternberg, ‘Fascism’

2) Kate Deciccio, ‘Amanda Gorman, American Poet’

(reader’s note: gratitude to those who have
influenced me and whose influence is
flowing through this poem: Jesus, the Christ,
from his sermon on the mound found in the Gospel
of Mark, Gary Zukav, Mary Oliver, Richard Rohr,
Maya Angelo, and Mark Nepo)

Reflections: Recuperating and Redeeming the Soul of Our Nation

Reflections: Recuperating and Redeeming the Soul of Our Nation

Sitting here this morning reading the latest news updates and reflecting on yesterday’s attack on our U.S. Capital and our democracy, I feel bereft and forlorn. God knows it has been a very hard year, and more, for all of us and much more for so many others.

Here in my community over the past year we have faced a deadly, destructive tornado to start 2020, the ever worsening pandemic, social injustice and civil unrest, the recent anarchist bombing of our city, and yesterday this attack on our U.S. Capital and our democracy.

And yes, I, like many of you, feel I have left some skin in the fray. Resisting from the very beginning the outgoing presidential administration and its sycophants and the nationalism, fascist, racist, and social injustice it has spawned in our nation at every turn. Those responsible must be held accountable.

Certainly we face more challenges ahead as we work to heal our nation’s wounds and divisions from the flame thrower, hateful, narcissistic fascist bully some would call ‘president.’

With the incoming Democratic presidential administration and its’ control of the U.S. Congress, we long for calmer heads, steadier hands, justice, healing, and reconciliation where deserved. Certainly, those responsible for these crimes and attacks against our nation must be held accountable and face the consequences of their actions. But let us now return to the hard work of becoming a more perfect union for all our citizens with liberty and justice for all. The challenges are many which face us.

Just now, I feel like I need to remove these bloody, shredded clothes hanging from my wounded body, take a deep cleansing soak, get some rest, and recuperate, so I along with you, may return in our efforts together to save the soul of ourselves and our nation.

Beloveds, I always feel better having written it down. And now let us walk each other Home again as True Selves in Authentic Community of Belonging. Thank each of you for being there!

photo ‘A New Morning Dawns Outside My Door’

Reflection: anticipating a new year, new way, new me, new creativity, new mutuality

Reflection: anticipating a new year, new way, new me, new creativity, new mutuality

Here it sits in front of me on the dinning room table: some of my writing over the past couple of years. My composition books filled with writing and my poetry blog printed out on separate pages. I always write in long hand and then do the final composition on the computer before posting them on my blog and social media. You know I never thought I would share my writing so widely and have a blog.

Although, as some of you know, I have written all my life since childhood, only fairly recently, have I begun to see it as a vocation, i.e., a calling, rather than a personal pastime. And this thought, ‘perhaps it will serve me well in my dotage’.

Truthfully, I am rather wary to speak of writing so directly and concretely as so much of the creative process is so wondrously amazing to me coming from the shadows, the soul, and the spirit. And yet, creativity is large part daring as well.

And certainly without the support and encouragement and love of so many of you, my writing would be for naught. Beloveds, my respect and admiration always.

And so I shall go about organizing my writings, seeing what they might say, and what form they might take with these thoughts: where is it headed, what now, and always giving thanks as it is always gift and grace and mutuality to me.

When all is said and done, poetry, for me, is about Self expression and the hoped for deep connectivity with other and the belonging together that might spark from this ‘whereby human beings harness the energies of Divine Love and for the second time in the history of the world, we will have discovered fire.’

(note: the final phrase in the last sentence is a paraphrase of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, the Jesuit priest, mystic, scientist, theologian, philosopher, author, and teacher whose influence on me is telling)