poem: awakening, transforming, transcendent, immanent, oneing

poem: awakening, transforming,
transcendent, immanent, oneing

soul glimpsing a wholeness (holiness)
beyond the fragmented self,
experiencing the inner Self

in quietude from the chaos,
flowing into pure being
of no-self beyond all boundaries

thus knowing the way:

of the Cosmic Christ,
the kingdom of God,
the kin-dom of belonging,
Authentic Community,
Tao, Nirvana, Ananda

So’ham
Tat Tvam Asi
That I Am
So Be It
Ashe
Amen

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 17, 2021

art image ‘Release Your Inner Beauty’
by Julia Watkins

poem: prepare to be interrupted by God today

poem: prepare to be interrupted
by God today

take a break
from the 10,000,000 things
that distract us

see the Universal Cosmic Christ
by whatever name
in the stranger, other, oppressed

especially those
making us the most uncomfortable
in our privilege

allow the truth, beauty, and goodness
that surround us to act in
mercy, radical grace, and radical love

turn so that hearts are opened
minds transformed
and spirits lifted up

and so this shall be the new way
that God is always with us all
in the mutuality of giving and receiving

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 20, 2021

art image unattirbuted

poem: Spring’s greening

poem: Spring’s greening

Spring’s greening peaks now
outside my rainy window pane
verily verdant vistas appear

Spring’s greening energy:
sunlight, water, air
chemically photosynthesizing

Spring’s greening leaves,
sap running and sugar fueling
powering the trees of Green Earth Home

Spring’s greening of these
oldest living organisms
bonding us together on our Way

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 9, 2021

photo by Herb Stone

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: among the cattails

poem: among the cattails

cattails standing like sentinels
in the boggy wetland marsh

this beautiful early Spring day
the sun warms the Earth

 its’ soft fluffy down
lofting skyward, seed dispersing

riding the cool breeze
swirling about our heads

like a Mesozoic dream
these ancient plants adapt and survive

the humble cattail
providing habitat and food

sustaining the Earth
we admire their gossamer display

 lingering  awhile
among the cattails

 Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 7, 2021
 
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