Beads of Summer

 

ImageIt is midsummer, azure blue skies, singing birds.  These two things alone bring such delight into my day. I revel in the feel of them, the pure bliss of their presence. The Allman Brothers sing “…you’re my blue sky, you’re my sunny day…” oh the love love.

 One gorgeous sunny day connects with every delicious sunny day I have ever known, like beautiful beads on a long strand of life. Some have little birds on them, others flowers or bugs, and some cool crystal water with watermelon colored rims. A sweet bead holds the heart of summer love and another the graceful waves of green grasses waving in cooling breezes. Bead after bead, multi-colored millefiori, a thousand flowers, faceted and plain, bold and soft, prismatic and opaque, to play through my fingers as mala beads with their mantra of scent and sound. They wrap and drape whispering their stories, reminders of continuity and returns.
 To cherish; to treat and hold as dear; to prize, treasure; to nurture. And as such I cherish these days, these beads of summer and hold them dear; prized, treasures of golden booty, aquamarine lined. And I nurture them with thanks and gratitude in simple appreciation for their bounty rich patina, bead strands layered in color and texture. Sing to these days, harmonize with the birds, flutter as butterflies, adorn in the colors of the summer rose or a field of wildflowers. Don the diamonds of morning dew glistening upon the web of Grandmother Spider, good weavings to herald the days. Feel the sun upon your skin and hair; sweet kisses to make young the love of the mighty heart. Dance fairy light; rompin’ rowdy; move, move your feet upon the grass, sand, earth, clay… but stir it up, gather beads and string them high and low.  Gather them as a storyteller; let them burst upon summers tongue and tease the palate for more… more. Nurture up, big, deep and wide. Nurture the summer within and without with delicious light and bright. Hold them cherished; beautiful bountiful beads of lush summery goodness.

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.
 

I Create Therefore I Am

If you are a regular reader of my blog you know I am relentless is stirring the creative juices; inciting, inviting, inspiring. Creation is the core of existence and the expression of Infinity. Creativity and artistry surround us everyday from the air we breathe, to the cloth we wear, the sound within our hearing… Creativity is our innate gift and birthright from the embrace of Divinity. We are creation and so we inherently create. We create from how we experience ourselves in the world and beyond the world. Creativity is exciting as it is in relation to our earthly life yet lives beyond time and space and takes us into our infinite self. Creativity is alive with a pulse and purpose released through the collaboration between ourselves and the creative muses which exist as sources of provocation and inspiration. Creativity is organic, elemental, soul inspired, ultimate expression, purposeful ~ purposeless, for the sheer love of the creation.

Artistic expression is the pure form of creativity in motion. Sometimes it is grand, sometimes it is small. Always it is grand, always it is small. We create in our hearts eye, our minds eye before we ever embark upon the outward expression. Art begins in a humble and bold gesture of translating the internal into the external. It is a journey of articulation from vision to tangibility. When completed it will travel a path of its own, as it rides its own scope, its own wave through the collective conscious and unconscious. There is no standard of judgment as art is…period. It is art when we prepare a cup of tea and it is art when we take medium to hand.

We are art, so be Art. As within, so without, the inside and the outside are the same. We are creativity and so therefore art and creativity surround us as well.  We co-operate in the great stewardship of abundance. None are exempt. Art and creativity are not respecters of persons, places or things. And hear this ~ Pure artistic expression is not classist, elitist, gender driven or economically motivated, nor does it bow or bend to powers which be, suffer suppression, acquiesce or defer to an authority outside of ourselves for it is the heart, the true voice of the individual and that cannot be touched no matter what circumstances one may live or what is done to the manifested expression. And once it is envisioned, once it enters the creative course, the heart, mind and expression of even one individual, it is then part of the whole. Once it is whispered, enters dreamtime, drops as a tear into the river of creative nectar, is exhaled on the breath, spoken in prayer and carried upon the current, it becomes. It blossoms forth and its seeds are scattered in the wind to land within the hearts and minds of those with “ears to hears and eyes to see”. Art restores; When broken create collages; mosaics. When whole revel in freedom. Use your senses, be boundless and limitless. Be your soul.

Art heals, balances, provokes. Be inspired. Be the master of your own creations, your own expression. Nothing is static, merge in the course of creative flow. Awaken and grow your creative self. Express your perspective ~ Be brave, Be bold, Hold your own spirit. Participate, elevate, ignite.

Top 20 Characteristics of Soul Artistry:

1. Love of adventure.
2. Willingness to step into the unknown.
3. Desire for discovery.
4. Non-attachment to outcome.
5. Willingness to get lost.
6. Receptivity to get found.
7. Sense of humor.
8. Delight in sharing the process.
9. Capacity to stay present.
10. Acceptance of the unknown.
11. Devotion to trusting the process.
12. Disregard for approval or disapproval.
13. Self-permission to learn 1-12 over a lifetime.
14. Self-compassion.
15. Longing to bring harmony and beauty out of chaos.
16. Attitude of the alchemist: curious about impossibilities becoming possibilities.
17. Tenacity in staying true to what matters most to heart and soul, no matter what.
18. Capacity to begin anew when the ego says “why bother.”
19. Refusal to stay permanently discouraged.
20. Joy through playful surrender and creative collaboration.

*Top 20 Characteristics of Soul Artistry excerpted via Huffington Post from:

The Soul of an Artist: Top 20 Characteristics to Invoke Your GPS  by Dr Cara Baker

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
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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

WAR ~ We Don’t Need No More Trouble…

“What we need is love to guide us and protect us on…”

War on the outside, war on the inside, war on the street, war in the home, war on the playgrounds, war on the continents; war in the heart, war in the spirit, war in the body, war in the mind. War is waring, war is wearying, war is worrying. War is the robber and thief, war is no respecter of anything animal, vegetable or mineral. War is ego unleashed, war is greed, war is taking. One step in greed is one step into war. All genocide is war. All prejudice is war. All hatred is war.

Tend to the war within, in the everyday conflicts which exist within the human condition. All human emotion and desires if left unchecked and mindless contain the seeds of war, for a war within maybe a tide which goes out… and “we don’t need no more trouble”; I don’t need no more trouble.

Take a pledge to be mindful of the war within and tend to the tides which hold potential to breach shores of trouble… duality, greed, ego, comparison, covetousness… Look to oneself, not our governments to stop war by not taking up arms against oneself or another. Practice right speech, right action, right thoughts which serve the fullness of love, forgiveness and kindness. Agree to disagree, allow confusion, distrust and uncertainty without having to take action against it. Do not force resolution. Find your peace within and let its seed take root and foster in the fertile soil of ONE HEART. Look to oneself in Divine connection/correction and send out flowers of great beauty to lay at the feet of one’s enemies, even if they be our own.

“Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Matthew 7:3

Playing For Change

Today Is The Day

Today is the day to:

~ Relax, Release, Renew.

~ Allow gratitude to move from the tip of your toes to the top of your head.

~ Breathe big and deep and full.

~ Laugh, smile and sing.

~ Trust

~ Let it go, Let It Go, LET IT GO.

~ Find shelter and HOLD steady in a storm.

~ Know green is good, purple is fantastic, blue is beauty and all the

    colors of the rainbow are Perfect.

~ Speak the voice of compassion to yourself.

~ Whisper the voice of Divine Goodness into another ear.

~ Say yes, say no, knowing what to say when.

~ Begin again.

~ Pray; Oh yes, Pray.