poem: healing heaven and earth

poem: healing heaven and earth

living our lives
waiting for a magic pass
to a magic kingdom
is wasting our breath

there is no magic pass
to the self truth
of True Self
and it’s Healing

there is no magic pass
to the relational mutuality
of Authentic Community
and Coming Home

there is no magic pass
to the Higher Consciousness
of Universal Truth
and it’s Cosmic Being

there is no magic pass
to the Radical Grace and Love
of the New Way
and New Life

only through grace, contemplation,
awareness, intent, will, and action
are we personally transformed
and collectively actualized

only rigorous preparation
and tenacious practice
will render us ready to participate
in Heaven and Earth Here and Now

when all things are considered
with Radical Grace and Love
Heaven and Earth
are one

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 14, 2021

art images:
Native American Women,
unattributed
On the Mountain Top,
Kevin A. Williams,
Healing the Earth,
Micki Mueller

Author’s note: The last stanza is
a paraphrase of Hui Shih who
wrote: “When all things be
considered with love, heaven
and earth are one body for me.”

poem: bringing Grace, Intent, and Will, to bear

poem: bringing Grace,
Intent, and Will, to bear

open to the
Universal Divine Love
freely given
thus bringing Grace to bear

resolve to carry out
the actions needed to
effect Love’s outcome
thus bringing Intent to bear

directing energy
and awareness
to this end
thus bringing Will to bear

now being present with ‘what is’,
bringing Grace, Intent, and Will,
to bear, healings wholeness
courageously manifesting

be the practice; do the work

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 10, 2021

photo: unattributed

Author’s note: Supported Salamba
Matsyasana, or Fish Pose, opens the
chest and heart, and energizes the body,
as we open to further healing. Yoga is
an excellent holistic and healing practice
of the mind, body, and spirit. The Sanskrit
word ‘yoga’ means to yoke or to unite.
~Namaste~

poem: seasons of nature and life

poem: seasons of nature and life

and now Autumn comes in abundance
light, leaves, wildflowers, crops
a feast for our earthly senses

slowing, days shorten
falling, leaves covering the ground
baring, meadows and fields stripped

with it’s fierce appetite
we find ourselves at last
with only what we have stored up

soon enough stoking the fire
huddling in it’s warmth and light
season changing; stillness, silence, solitude come

these seasons of nature and life
a time to sow and a time to reap
a time to be born and a time to die

now in the winter of life
observing nature’s autumn glories
memories of past springs and summers

then, at last, ashes to ashes
and dust to dust, that the Spirit
may quicken and unify all in All

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
October 6, 2021

photo by Tschiponnique Skupin

Author’s note: Stanza five references
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 and the last stanza is based
upon the liturgy ‘The Order for the Burial of
the Dead’ from the ‘Book of Common Prayer.’
Christianity aside, many spiritual traditions and
religions have this concept of a spiritual
consciousness which extends beyond nature’s
bodily death.

poem: Autumn’s passion lights our souls on fire

poem: Autumn’s passion
lights our souls on fire

bees, butterflies, grasshoppers,
insects of every stripe
abuzz, Autumn’s wild flowers

thistle down fluff
drifting on the breeze
aglow, Autumn’s warm light

surrounded by meadows
bathed in waning light
ablaze, Autumn’s fire in our souls

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
September 29, 2021

photos by author

Autumn’s meadows’

poem: sweet dreams of her youth

poem: sweet dreams of her youth

in her dreams, she is the young woman,
living at home with her parents
and ten siblings,
on the farm, at the beginning
of her youthful life’s passions
and her long successful career

now well into retirement
one of three surviving siblings
in her second half of life
living in a time of pandemic,
in her neurodiversity, she awakens,
with one question for me:

‘where is everybody?’

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
September 26, 2021

photo by author

‘Cathey’s sweet dreams’

poem: our lives together in challenging times

poem: our lives together in challenging times

separated from one another
and under assault from the external din
as never before in our lifetime

a ‘new normal’ will never evolve
by commenting on the scenery or
changing external circumstances

needing intensive Self care,
and a cleansing from the rhetoric, lies,
propaganda, hubris, nostalgia, and platitudes

letting go of all we think we know
and that which the dominant authorities
want us to believe although unexamined

here and now quieting and stilling
we are as beginners each new day to the
examined, intentional, purposeful life

transcending the absorbed self
let us turn and open within
to wisdom of the ages and Self truth here and now

being as seekers
of the new day, the new time,
and the new way transformed

recalling Truth and Love
are the treasures sitting upon
the Lotus throne of our hearts

now with intensive Self care and loving mutuality
together we shall meet the difficult challenges
confronting us

dear friends pray for me in my tiredness
as I pray for you in yours, as we take time now,
to be restored together in Truth, Beauty, and Goodness

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
September 20, 2021

photo by author
‘Gulfview Heights, SRB, 2017 with Cathey’

poem: memories of youthful luminescence

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: a paean to well being

poem: a paean to well being

grateful for the relief
a day can bring

after the month of August
unbearably hot, wet, humid

cataclysmic, catastrophic
climate change surrounding us

yesterday walking out into a Fallish day
of sunshine and fresh air

our longest walk in awhile
in a cool breeze rejoicing

in the evening the home therapist
discharges Cathey

impressed as she completes ninety steps
marching in place in two minutes

the therapist delighted with Cathey’s
smile, laugh, and determination

she says ‘you remind me
of my mama’ with a smile

a palpable sense of relief
and well being lifts us up

deep gratitude for a beautiful day
and the good health to enjoy it

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
September 4, 2021

photos Herb Stone

Author’s note: Cathey, my wife, is recovering well from
a stroke and recently completed her in home physical therapy.

We continue to walk and exercise daily.

poem: muddled

poem: muddled

deep introspection escapes me
these days as my attention strays
hither and yon

a red dawn morning heralding
the destruction of hurricanes
as high winds and heavy rains approach

headlines of violence and death
abroad as families and children
scramble for safety amid darkness

news of dear vaccinated friends
fighting Covid infections
in this morphing pandemic

and our beloveds’ challenges
of suffering and healing
in these epochal times

the thread whipping about
I am adrift, now grabbing,
now hanging on for dear life

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
September 1, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘Red Dawn’
‘Tropical Depression Ida Blows Through’

poem: ‘I missed the party in the field’ (let us stay just a little bit longer)

poem: ‘I missed the party in the field’
(let us stay just a little bit longer)

my beloved sleep-wakes
souls visiting her dreams
elders surrounding her
she stirs perplexed

‘I missed the party in the field’
she mumbles to me that

her parents are having a big party
in the big wheat field

these images calling to her:
there is always a place
where you belong
and a home welcoming you

my sweet, the party only begins,
upon your arrival, at the time,
whenever you are ready, but now
let us stay here together just a little bit longer

the two of us practicing
mutual radical grace and radical love
for all beloved beings upon this Earth
all walking each other Home together

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
August 27, 2021

photo by author
‘Walking each other home’

Author’s note: My wife’s lucid dreams
now occupy a liminal space in our aging
together as she experiences the effects
of Alzheimers and recovers from a recent
mild stroke. We will celebrate our 50th.
year wedding anniversary in November
2021.