Morning Prayers

It has been quite awhile since I posted a poem. Here is a one I wrote recently after my morning meditation time.

Morning prayers sit silent. Hear the breath, feel the eyes close, air on the skin; the stillness of the body.
Prayers move in and out on the stream of the breath. Anything and everything which could ever be spoken,
Every story which molds, enters and exists in a lifetime is birthed and released in one breath … after another and another.
Empty of the sound of ones own voice, prayer rises up and around, perfumed incense in Union with the Divine on the inhale and exhale.
What more can be said.
Oh yes, Oh yes. I pray with my words, my voice, heart. So many prayers spoken in so many ways with so many words, the litany of mantra.
Endless emotions, supplications, intercessions; in the car, late at night/early early morn, on the knees, face to the floor, during a walk,
Out the door, in the in-between of anything and everything. Endless, unceasing, upon the lips…
In silence the invocation of Pure Presence, the Breath of God echoing upon my own, a call and response. In the Union there is nothing else.
No-Thing in the prayer mala but breath… nothing to fear, or to dream, to hold onto or let go.
Only this moment, this breath, the Breath of Union; a sacred merge.
Nothing else to know or be.
 

Mirabai Ceiba – Between the Shores of Our Soul

Mirabai Ceiba creates beautiful music! They have recently released a new cd of poetic songs from the works of Khalil Gibran and Rumi, melodious and pure, titled Between The Shores of Our Soul. Below is one of the tracks from their new cd titled Ocean of My Soul. The video is enchanting. .

 

Mirabai Ceiba Between The Shores of Our Souls

CD REVIEW: BETWEEN THE SHORES OF OUR SOULS
by Alan di Perna

Between the Shores of Our Souls is an album that enfolds you in a beautiful dream. Delicately wrought of shimmering sonic textures and soft, beguiling vocals, it is a dream woven from the eternal heart-play of divine love and romantic love. This intimate musical and lyrical space is a world well known to Mirabai Ceiba’s Markus Sieber and Angelika Baumbach, longtime lovers, partners in music, poetry, life and the shared path of the spirit.

Subtitled Songs of Love and Longing, the album draws from the divine poetry of Rumi and Khalil Gibran, two masters of a long literary tradition that takes the burning desire of earthly love as a metaphor for profound spiritual devotion, and vice versa. To this, Markus and Angelika add their own inspired lyrics in English and Spanish, not to mention their own distinctive musical sensibility.

Mirabai Ceiba brings something unique and entrancing to world devotional music—a sepia-toned European aesthetic. Between the Shores of Our Souls is bathed in a soft-hued aura of cinematic romance, tempered by a kind of Nick Drake/rainy afternoon introspection and the hazy impressionism of the Cocteau Twins, albeit rendered on acoustic instruments. For this is very much an acoustic album. A pristine recording by Chas Eller and Jamshied Sharifi puts you in a realm of the senses where you can palpably feel the gossamer touch of Angelika’s fingers on her harp and piano, the plangent depths of Markus’ guitar, the hushed rustle of the string quartet that embellishes many tracks. Through it all, Markus and Angelika alternate lead vocals like lovers playing a game of hearts. But the game grows most glorious when the duo’s voices twine in sweet octaves and harmonies.

Between the Shores of Our Souls is an album that is universal in its appeal, with enormous potential to transcend the “yoga music” market. For it speaks not of abstract spiritual concepts or exotic deities, but simply of love—something which resonates deeply in all our hearts. This is an album that whispers gently in your ear, a disc to spend some quiet time with either a loved one or alone with your own yearning heart. The dream it weaves will stay with you long after the last languid, hypnotic notes fade into the ether.

Spring ~ Oh Spring

It is spring in Central Oregon. The sunning is shining down through a soft blue sky. Laundry hangs fresh on the line, lilacs and bleeding hearts embellish a glass vase upon the table, their perfuming floating. The backdoor sits open, the patio chairs send out an invitation to stop and revel under the warming sun. Birds chirp, tweet and flutter in the trees; from the birdbath. Bees are buzzing and busy flitting and finding.

Spring springs and the delights are in the being, in the unhurried moments of May-time laughter as color pushes from the earth. Before the headiness of summer and the full bloom sways us, spring enters in her quiet un-contrived way. And it is all the better in the waiting her return. Oh ~  I live for just these days as one unfolds after another as petals in the bud.

Spring invokes poetry – The poetry of Spring in all her quiet glory; her accolades are heralded far and wide. For who can herald rebirth without spring and where would we find the first notes to sing her praise.

In time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)
in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me
e.e. cummings
.

A Poetic Stand

If you stand ankle deep in happiness will it resound pure and true like tinkling bells with every step you take. 
If you stand knee deep in love will it make you buckle and bend in awe of so much; rising again to the day.
If you stand waist deep in joy will you ring out with belly laughs fit for the work of a jester courting the delights of life.

If you stand chest deep in compassion will it soften knots wound round your heart and the hearts of those met in the passing.

If you stand neck deep in kindness will you press your cheeks one to another knowing the other is you.

If you stand brow deep in bliss will you shine forth as a lighthouse guiding others to the promise of Light and Love.

If you lie down under the tree of destiny, drip drops of nectar to cover thee, will you rise up to stand ankle deep in happiness . . .

Sadh Bakshish Boyd

Leonard & Antony ~ If It Be Your Will

I  originally posted these song lyrics by Leonard Cohen back in 2007. I was thinking of the song this morning and decided to resurrect it with music and video. I love Leonard Cohen and this song is so very beautiful, lyrics from the heart of supplication. Cohen’s way with words is pure poetry – how can one not love this mans voice and art. Antony sang this cover of If It Be Your Will at a Leonard Cohen tribute in the film I Am Your Man. His passion and delivery take my breath away. I remember when I first saw it I rewound, watched and listened over and over. I could not get enough.

If It Be Your Will by Leonard Cohen

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will.

If It Be Your Will sung by Antony Hegarty of Antony and  The Johnsons

♥ For Susan ♥

When Death Comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

~ Mary Oliver ~