Violet Flame
Transmute
Transmute
With violet fire
All causes and chords
Not of God’s desire.
I am a being of cause alone.
The cause is love,
The sacred tone.
*Saint Germain
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Digital Image “Heart Journeys” ©Martha Harris@artisticflarings.com
Transmutation
Creation is an upheaval
Of shadows
By Light.
Creator’s hands bearing down
Stroking, enfolding
The silken dark.
Tell me your secrets.
The truth will set you free.
Take hold of this Light.
The way is deep into mystery
And verity.
Creator, dispersing Light into the chaos,
Dissipating shadows,
Disbanding the umber shafts,
Bearing from obscurity,
Blinding radiance, for
Dispersing the shadows
Is a messy rooting out of the defiled
From deep fissures.
The Light, driven into the abyss,
Is a searing, sweltering alignment
To lucidity,
To sanity.
Creation is constant,
Alive, ceaseless, vast.
Grinding like ancient machinery
Climaxing in trumpets
And sonic wails
As darkness succumbs in
This cosmic union,
The luster of golden lambency,
The haze rising to the gloss
Of sacral rain.
This is transmutation:
The dark chasm of the soul
Recast into poetry.
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image: “Transmutation” digital art ©2018 Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
This is an older poem but a more descriptive image of and by my sister Martha suffering her Multiple Sclerosis pain. Many suffer from this horrible disease, and I pray a cure can be found.
No Escape
It slithers in as
Snakes mating pain,
Pain entwined,
Breeding this labyrinth of
No escape.
No way out of this writhing mass,
This mass, secreting away Light.
This pain, eating the Light,
Our stars of many colors,
Forced as lanterns for
The rising heads of the serpents, or
Our souls, are they in formation
To defeat the onslaught?
Pain, this confused muddle
In the line of the Fire of the stars,
Blazing through the delirium,
The Light in the void,
The Fire in the pit,
Consuming the venom.
For pain,
No escape.
Copyright © 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: “Living in ‘It’” ©Martha Harris (my sister) See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
Do Unto
We seem to be in a daze
In this Dance of Life.
Is this My life
Or is it Our life to grow as One?
What I do to You,
I do to All
And mainly to Myself.
My fear and anger,
My rage,
Reside in My body, not Yours.
I am killing Myself with disease
Because I despise You.
Because I abhor You,
I abhor Myself.
Because I loathe Myself,
I loathe You more!
I despise Your face and Your skin!
I deplore Your poverty!
Your children disgust me!
I resent the fact that You are not of My tribe!
Your needs are deplorable because
Mine are greater!
Your fear of loss is pathetic because
My fear of abandonment is much deeper,
Much deeper than Your sorrows.
You can’t have what is MINE!
You CAN’T have what is mine!
YOU can’t have what is MINE!
I despise YOU because
You feel entitled to what is
MINE!
And I’ll scream at YOU until MY pain is heard!
Until I’M seen and heard
Because I feel invisible and mute,
Helpless, disrespected, disowned.
It’s taught that
What I do to You,
I do to Myself,
The anger and fear bind My soul, not Yours,
And poison My blood, not Yours
My loathing is Self-loathing.
I Abhor My face, My skin, My poverty, My children!
My soul is deplorable!
So You must suffer
Because I am in such pain, and
My life is at stake!
My home,
My money,
My tribe!
It’s taught,
Unto you,
Unto me.
What I do to you, I do to myself.
How can We heal this cycle of fear?
How can We love?
If only I could love My own soul, then
I could love Yours more and
Heal this anger, this
Cancer, this
Malignancy, this
Contagion.
My anger and fear are toxins
Tearing apart My heart, not Your heart.
When can I finally see,
When can I finally feel,
Unto You,
Unto Me.
What I do to You,
I do to Myself.
Unto Me,
Unto You.
What I do to Myself,
I also do to You!
When can I know?
When!
Poster ©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Digital Art “Dancing Daze” ©Martha Harris
©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.com
Heal the One.
Heal the All.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.com
