Flow of flutes
Beat of drums
Glide of strings
Instruments played
Notes to melodies
Melodies to harmonies
Moving towards me
Ears not only
But my pores
Hear the feeling
Of ancient times
With divine perseverance
We blend
Boundary lost
Vibrating as one
Am I the music?
Is the music in me?
In this space
Unquestioned freedom
Peace
Gently resides
Inviting me
In
Held
Rested
P’haps even saved
Bringing
Flow, rhythm
Resonance
To my being
Being alive
Being here
Basking in the light
You feel the sun
Did you know it comes up
Just for you?
Fingers entwined
Palms face to face
Perhaps as you stroll
Maybe just seated together,
That moment, it happened
Just for you!
Countless events
The mere length of a breath
A strangers smile
The taste of a pickle
A star streaking across the sky
Did you know they happened
Just for you
No premise requires
No transgressions possible
No power can deny
You just need the currency
Of being alive!
To know
What really happens in life
Takes no PHD
No millions or billions
No name or fame
So wake up to life
Capture this time
As so much is happening
Just for you!!
As the ‘passage way’
Of parenthood,
We’ve strived to be.
From nurturing to
Nagging,
As cheerleaders to
Protectors.
But actually,
With our smiles
Our laughter
And even the cries,
It’s Companions
We have grown
To become.
We’ve won as parents!
We hope you did too!
As despite any time
Apart,
We always feel that need
To come on back.
Back to the place
Of our togetherness.
So as 21 years
Rolls on in,
We have only to give
More of what
We’ve been blessed to have,
More WE.
From dream
To reality
You have emerged,
Definitely
A gift of complete
God-liness.
As beauty radiates
From inside out,
May you leave
Little gems
Of a life well lived,
Where ever
Your story unfolds…
Happy Birthday, Honey.
Deepened blue to grey mingle
Streaking the clouded sky
Robbing of luminosity;
Nature’s foreboding way.
With unseeable cracks
The leakage begins,
Pitter patter, a sweet sprinkle
A gentle caress.
With wind accompaniment
Shifting cumulus and nimbus,
A rhythm ensues
Giving signs of greater offerings.
In awe of what has no actual form
Yet holds a thunderous roar,
Comes forth as precipitation
A dance of both fear and hope.
To witness is to be entranced,
This illusionary masterpiece,
Magical to monstrous
From one moment to next.
Connections click
Like cogs deep inside,
My engines kick start
With a heat of ancient knowing.
With droplets delivered to every pore
My being stirred to a glow,
With no measure, no timing
No rhythm, no rhyme
This feeling bestowed
By the mightiest hand.
Making my being
So blessedly alive.
Rain or shine
Thunder or lightning,
Drizzle or torrents
My life is afoot!
Each second
Each day
This mighty breath,
My rain so delivered.
With; everything is possible
Without; the clock has struck out.
So,
Blessed are all moments,
And may only ‘breath’ be the one
That ‘takes my breath away’!
See the big deep eyes
Staring back at you?
The centered nose
Trying not to sniffle?
The pouty lips
Wanting not to give it all away?
Ever said,
“Cry its OK”
To that face in the mirror?
Standing apart from the form of myself
Separating from the pain
Allowing the play to unfold
I watch,
I acknowledge,
I comfort
Myself.
How?
By saying
To the face in the mirror
“I love you”
From deep within
Comes a Knowing
I am not my pain,
I am not my circumstances,
I am not the labels.
So I say, to the one
That no one else sees
And the one that looks right back into me,
I do
I do
I do love you!
Produced and posted by The Alchemist’s Studio, http://rakupottery.ca/2019/01/08/name-that-vase/ with request for naming and writings.
The inspiration for naming your #44 comes from its immediate ability to draw me back to Tanzania where i experienced Lake Natron, a mineral-rich soda lake which sits below the ‘Mountain of God’, Ol Dionyo Lengai, an active volcano that spews a dark silvery carbonatite ‘cold’ lava at 500-550 celsius.
Your vase reminds me of the colors, textures and unlikely combination of life and death at this lake. The story is real but your vase is the mythical symbolization, Natronia, to me!
Natronia
Oh ‘Golden’ one
Think yourself so mighty,
Robbing me of my waters
Running me dry to the bed.
My visiting flamingoes may flee
And the fish eagle saved
As my alkaline petrifying
and volcanic waters vanish.
But perhaps you leave
Behind, my most renown
Beauty of all,
My crystaline core.
Varied hues of ruby
Azure and seagreen,
All mingle and run in and over
My contours, cracks and crevices.
See my form now!
Matched by none,
As I am the one and only
Lake, Lake Natron.
With me you will find
Life and death
On and in me,
Both like nowhere else.
When waters swell
My salts are savored,
My ruby red
Never feared.
Yet with pH high
I cannot help
To immortalize those poor creatures
Who know not what is wise.
I lay witness to mighty God,
Ol Dionya Lengai.
Beauty is my nature
Protect those that come to my shore.
Pictures curtesy of Nick Brandt and Depositphoto.com.
No bow or ribbon in sight
No crisp enticing wrap
No tag to who or from where
Yet the unimaginable gift lays waiting.
Sometimes its hard to believe
This gift even exists,
That’s because it’s just not recognized,
Not seen for what it is.
Then moments arrive
Your quiet little dream
Or your deep screaming cry
Yield into form.
So what is your gift?
The subject of your dreams?
No my friends
The gift is a power.
The power to connect,
Connect and have relation
To the design within
Who hears all your ‘noise’.
So what when you feel giftless
When life is a mess
When all your efforts go astray
And defeated and alone you feel.
Remember you’re connected
Connected to the Source
And knowingly or unknowingly
We feed in the ‘noise’.
This noise, this input
Entered into the mainframe
Coded, decoded
With only one core instruction.
“Synthesize more of the loudest, most abundant input”
With little understood
This natural law, power, gift,
We misuse labels
‘Miracle’
‘Misfortune’
To explain our realities.
With a little understanding
Acknowledgement, appreciation.
We can come to recognize
That actually, all is our own doing,
Be it our dreams
Or our nightmares!
So beware what you dream for,
Snap out of your nightmares.
Focus and attend to your strengths,
Define your objectives,
And witness the majesty of designs
Create before your eyes.
