Something beautiful is pouring from the skies, streaming from the stars, rising from the earth to make us wise. What flows from the heart is a gift to open eyes. The gold of illumination lights a path beyond profit and gain. No purpose is greater than to heal this universal pain. All cups are filled as the vessel of greed is drained.
The gold of love and connection is the coin of the new world realm. Who lives for all must dare to be overwhelmed. The loss of fear and worry is a worthy price to pay. Face the sky to let the beauty play. By moon it floods the night. By sun it floods the day.
For the lunar face is like your own. You shine not as a self alone. One sun is the source and each full moon a receiving force. Affirm the solar flame you are. Bloom from the center star.
Be a planet unfolding flower glowing gold in the dawn of trust. Leave thoughts of doubt and take up the task you must. For purpose is the anchoring stem that keeps you strong for work on earth. And beauty is the bloom that delivers your gift’s full worth.
The full moon of illumination holds a power made benevolent through a sacred pact of peace. A consecrated mind begins the heart's release. A sense of something exquisite pervades the springtime air. The gold of love hungers to be shared. Nothing matters more than pouring out your gift. Nothing else compares to this healing spirit lift. Rise and help the planet shift.
The world you held disperses. The thing you wanted reverses. The wall of ‘mine’ and 'yours' evaporates. One Self remains. Gone is the one called 'me.' Present is the One who sees.
3 comments:
John, your prose and poetry makes the heart sing and is akin to the beauty of fingers on a harp, sounding the symphony of the universe in the fire of love, for all to hear ... to be inspired to cooperate on behalf of the common good ... offering the unique contribution that is ours, blessings and gratitude.
Hi John: My sister Celia directed me to your Web site. Lovely poetry.
"The poetry of living" reminds me of what Ralph Waldo Emerson said: "Who loves nature? Who does not? Is it only poets, and men of leisure and cultivation, who live with her? No; but also hunters, farmers, grooms, and butchers, though they express their affection in their choice of life, and not in their choice of words."
And... "The poet has a new thought: he has a whole new experience to unfold; he will tell us how it was with him, and all men will be the richer in his fortune. For the experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet."
And..."The poet is the sayer, the namer, and represents beauty. He is a sovereign, and stands on the centre. For the world is not painted, or adorned, but is from the beginning beautiful; and God has not made some beautiful things, but Beauty is the creator of the universe. Therefore the poet is not any permissive potentate, but is emperor in his own right."
Blessings to you...
Susan
Yes Dot and Susan and Ralph Waldo Emerson! Beauty IS the creator of the universe. Perhaps if we substituted the ‘Beautiful’ for the word 'God' many divisions of humanity would be erased. Who knows beauty is called a poet, but perhaps the poet merely sees and feels what is plainly the nature of nature itself. All life is metaphor and the cosmos itself is a metaphoric wonder. Allegories tell the living stories our surface minds miss. The flight of a bird is exactly the same as a flight of insight. Both soar from the freedom to move into a wider air and light. This next full moon the flower becomes a butterfly!
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