Ekphrastic Poetry · Healing · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry · Writing

The Dark Apostle

Rising from the coals

And shadows of flames,

Dressed in deep void

With eyes like portals

To the dense bramble

Of your obscure lives,

I am your companion.

There is passion in your fear that

This blood fire is your last sunset.

You smolder in my breath, and

I thrive on your muffled screams.

I hold you down as you writhe in agony,

Locked under my gaze.

My breath is odious;

My face, repugnant.

My laughter, the cackling of fire.

You recoil, gasping for prayer,

But little do you know,

I am the answer you seek,

For so long you have hidden

Inside this clay façade.

Living for self in idle pleasure,

Slumbering like the dead in this carcass

With no clear path to truth

Beyond mindless habit and desire.

Open your eyes! Can you not see!

You rebuke this Demon, but

I am the Harbinger sent to alarm and awaken.

Look at the Foe who will crack open your heart!

If you don’t do it, I must smash the walls

Around your garden!

Had you known your truth is far scarier

Than this Behemoth,

You would have conquered your Shadow Foes,

Binding you to complacency.

Confess, I fascinate you, and

Your compulsions attract me.

I will hold you down

Until you scream for God’s mercy, yet

Little do you know, I am His Instigator,

Inciter of Truth.

I am the fire plundering your earth

To crack open your seed

To hasten your growth.

I am His Leviathan, and though

Cast to the raging depths,

I still rise as an angel.

Not all wings are lucent;

This dark cloak is well worn,

Tattered by lies, deceit, trespasses, addictions.

Though I am the underbelly of the snake,

Dark Light is still Divine.

I am an instrument of His Peace, and

For this you need me, the Dark Apostle,

To jolt you from trance

Into rebirth.

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©Barbara Harris Leonhard  @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image: “The Devil’s in the Details”, original digital art, ©Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ekphrastic Poetry · Healing · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry · Reiki · Writing

Rest in Your Being

 

Rest in your being.

Your light is ever shifting its gaze to wholeness

As moods can dim what’s inward 

To quarter light.

One cannot judge the size of the heart

From dawn to dusk.

You are your own moon rising and setting

Over the span of hours or days.

Time is relative to your path to insight as

Your moon waxes and wanes.

Heed not a dim light.

It will swell to fullness as a healed heart.

Dawn patiently greets a rising sun.

And sunsets greet a rising moon.

This is the rhythm of healing.

Shadows never linger, for insights shine.

Yet shadows create the spectrum of illumination,

Forming mandalas of awareness for you to study.

The wholeness of your light is rich in tone and chroma.

Your complexion is your moon.

This visage is vibrant and ever changing.

Fear not the face of your soul at dusk.

It is waking in that moment.

Rest in your spirit to await

The dawn of your knowing.

 

©Barbara Harris Leonhard  @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image: “Dawn of Knowing”, original digital art, ©Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog

Audio · Poem · Poetry

New Audio: Upon Awakening

This is the audio for “Upon Awakening “, published in June 2017. I decided to go ahead and include the poem.

Your truth – a mountain; stand in your power.

As rainbows stretch from arms of innocence,

The forest behind you, a solitary journey of One.

Along the rainbow’s edge, a scary ride, yet joyful,

You surrender on the slide of colors and affirmations.

All that caged you, just illusions,

Feathers of dead birds confined to lonely cells

With no bars but their eyes closed to clouds

Beckoning for them to take flight on stars,

Not knowing the truth of aloneness

Is a personal quest with hazards beholding bliss.

Be as the Blind Swordsman on a journey of One.

With but a small bundle and good will on the route,

Feeding on light and sleeping on clouds.

Cunning yet calm in his soul of souls,

Where he listens in the Now,

Trusting intuition as a compass

On his humble journey into darkness,

A light unto himself, and truth his lamp.

Be as that light; make that cane your sword,

A totem of your truth which you alone bear

Despite those mocking the Fool,

Who trods this path on rainbow’s edge.

Be a watcher of your half self;

Ego is a traitor, not a half brother;

He can blind you to your knowing.

This path is inward; his is illusory.

Join with Consciousness;

It guides the Blind Swordsman as his eyes,

His inner seeing on his soul journey.

Carry with you stones and crystals holding the rainbow’s light.

Your past, a burden, carried off by ants

Foraging for bits of your old soul,

Slain by a crystal sword to birth a new one.

You are innocent of knowing, but not of yearning.

This is your departure in a child’s shoes laced in joy,

And your eyes brighten at the forest’s edge

To an eternity of rainbows – curtains on the soul,

Opening for a view of that mountain,

Where the path ends in the Self.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://godseeninhisuniverse.wordpress.com/2012/07/04/nebulae-building-blocks-of-gods-universe/

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Audio · Poem · Poetry

Birth

I whisper this soul song
in pale amber light,
strong and spiraling flakes of snow
across the heart like sweet ice rain
over gray, blue night.

I whisper like a chick can sing for seed
or a baby coo for warm milk.
There’s no autumn,
for the leaves have fallen
down the slopes to the frigid sea side.

Snow is swirling on the shore,
but bare are the waves
hitting the rocky beach, where
I stretch to touch the moonbeams
and hold tight as I climb up the light.

Hollow is the way,
yet still so thick with stars,
holding me, pulling me, coaxing me
upward so tightly, so closely, so warmly,
Come along, come along.

And so I do.
And so I do.

No struggle, no pain riding waves of pure joy,
rolled and tossed by the warm light
of angels humming, their wings unfolding,
their words like dove song,
Come along, come along.

And so I do.
And so I do.

No struggle, no pain floating in the spiral of angels’ songs,
winging toward their Beacon,
its glow so hot I cannot breathe
until I hit the shore
like a soul storm.

And so I cry out loud,
not from pain but from joy released,
my song like clamoring bells of all tones
in perfect harmony,
I am born.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://hdwallpaperhighresolution.blogspot.com/2013/07/sun-and-clouds-wallpapers.html

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Audio · Poem · Poetry

Upon Awakening

Your truth  –  a mountain; stand in your power.

As rainbows stretch from arms of innocence,

The forest behind you, a solitary journey of One.

Along the rainbow’s edge, a scary ride, yet joyful,

You surrender on the slide of colors and affirmations.

 

All that caged you, just illusions,

Feathers of dead birds confined to lonely cells

With no bars but their eyes closed to clouds

Beckoning for them to take flight on stars,

Not knowing the truth of aloneness

Is a personal quest with hazards beholding bliss.

 

Be as the Blind Swordsman on a journey of One.

With but a small bundle and good will on the route,

Feeding on light and sleeping on clouds.

Cunning yet calm in his soul of souls,

Where he listens in the Now,

Trusting intuition as a compass

On his humble journey into darkness,

A light unto himself, and truth his lamp.

 

Be as that light; make that cane your sword,

A totem of your truth which you alone bear

Despite those mocking the Fool,

Who trods this path on rainbow’s edge.

Be a watcher of your half self;

Ego is a traitor, not a half brother;

He can blind you to your knowing.

This path is inward; his is illusory.

 

Join with Consciousness;

It guides the Blind Swordsman as his eyes,

His inner seeing on his soul journey.

Carry with you stones and crystals holding the rainbow’s light.

Your past, a burden, carried off by ants

Foraging for bits of your old soul,

Slain by a crystal sword to birth a new one.

 

You are innocent of knowing, but not of yearning.

This is your departure in a child’s shoes laced in joy,

And your eyes brighten at the forest’s edge

To an eternity of rainbows – curtains on the soul,

Opening for a view of that mountain,

Where the path ends in the Self.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://godseeninhisuniverse.wordpress.com/2012/07/04/nebulae-building-blocks-of-gods-universe/

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