By Barbara Leonhard | Featured Contributor Dear Friends, most of us would agree that this past year has been extremely challenging if not tragic. Many of you have documented your pain and grief in poetry, fiction, and essays. St. Patrick’s Day is today and Easter is coming up, so it’s a good time for us to transmute…
A Blessing for You — PhoebeMD: Medicine + Poetry
Thank you, Phoebe, for publishing my blessing!
https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/the-shape-of-our-light-1585860479/
In this episode, I explore the shape of our light. Emotions can affect the shapes of water crystals, according to experiments done by Dr. Masuru Emoto, who wrote The Hidden Messages in Water (2001). He demonstrated that the shapes of water crystals are determined by the vibrations emitted by negative and positive emotional thoughts feelings, and words. Lynne McTaggart reported on a double-blind exercise conducted by Dean Radin with the Institute of Noetic Sciences in which they were able to replicate Dr. Emoto’s experiments and findings (The Intention Experiment, 2007, 184-185). Given these findings on the relationship between emotions and water, what is the shape of our water, and thus our light, especially as we face the current pandemic?
Emoto, M. The Hidden Messages in Water (New York, Atria, 2001).
A full documentary on studies done on water with mention of Dr. Emoto’s discoveries in his lab. This documentary is fascinating. Water has not only a chemical composition but also an underlying structure which records and holds memories. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5O8LPnlh_sM
McTaggart, L. The Intention Experiment (New York, Free Press, 2007).
You can find my poetry on my WordPress site, https://www.extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog.
I read my poems, “Refugees”, “Mosaic”, and “A Prayer: Calm within the Storm”.
Image “Making Choices ” ©Martha Harris, Martha’s Artistic Flarings, https://artisticflarings.blog
If you would like to contribute poetry to this podcast, you may submit it to me in a Word document attached in an email to me at meelosmom@gmail.com. On the subject line, indicate it is a submission to this podcast. I can fit it into a theme. In the email, include any pertinent information on yourself and publications you want me to promote, especially for the work submitted.
© 2020 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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I have a poetry podcast on Podbean called “Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul“. Let me know what you think!
The post is called ‘We Are Entwined Spirits’. When we feel isolated and lost, Poetry is our medicine.
This podcast has a new poem in it.
Memoirs
Poems are memoirs
Of our human journey
Our life stories
And spiritual quests
In images woven by craft
The history of life in one poem
Comprised of many poems
Each of which is a cell in our ‘bio’
Our biography, graphs
Pictures of words
Poems are lines
Connecting the dots
Bridges to specks of self
From other selves
Poets are space holders
In a matrix
The Tree of Life
The Tree of All
If you would like to contribute poetry to this podcast, you may submit it to me in a Word document attached in an email to me at meelosmom@gmail.com. On the subject line, indicate it is a submission to this podcast. I can fit it into a theme. In the email, include any pertinent information on yourself and publications you want me to promote, especially for the work submitted.
Poems: ©Barbara Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image: ©Martha Harris, marthaflares.blog
Submitted to FREE VERSE REVOLUTION for the January 1, 2020, challenge. The theme is Gaia.
We are holding in the cries of fear,
Refusing to surrender to truth.
What can come of filling the streams
Of Gaia’s veins with our tears but a flood of pain?
Can the rifts in her ancient skin be healed?
Can canyon walls ever merge into a New Earth
Free of grief and loss?
The fingers of the Sun can only reach so far
Into the depths for galactic truth.
Has God succumbed to the Fire?
It cannot be so.
Though dense on the edges of Holy Planes,
Light is there.
Light and Shadow share one spectrum,
Always in battle for healing,
Finding the perfect balance.
Where Earth is upheaved grows new bounty.
The pain of ripping soil births potential,
Shimmering translucent as
Tiny perfect fingers rooting in Time,
Swaddled in constellations
Webbing Then and Now.
Time is connected on all planes.
Today’s prayers heal the past
As it has never ended.
All grief is omnipresent and infinite
If we remain in slumber.
Hope is wholeness.
The future is “I AM”.
Tears heal tears in the fabric of Time,
Filling in the rifts and canyons of geologic upheaval
With Love transmuted into cosmic truth.
We are One.
Our tears are Gaia’s rain.
The clogged well of each heart
Is her burden to bear.
Our actions become her prayers or her curses.
She cries in fire, wind and geologic torment when
We fail to love her power,
Which supports us in the lattice of her cosmic apron
To which we cling as babes born innocent
And slow to awaken to her grief,
Which is ours to bear.
Copyright© 2017/12/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: Pixabay
I am praying for the babies and children locked in cages with only what looks like tin foil as a blanket. And some have stopped eating. Some are being abused. Some are going insane and are so troubled they can’t even hug their mothers when reunited.
I pray actions truly support the words of how sacred life is.
May those who defend the unborn open their hearts to the children who are born and underserved.
And I pray for single mothers choosing to have their babies but who are disparaged for not having a husband and where is he? Gone! Yet Mom needs a little help, and we used to lend a hand but not now because to the righteous she is acting entitled and is a plague on society.
And likewise the kids in cages are brushed aside as the parents are blamed and defiled for wanting to live in a safer place.
May children protesting gun violence not be dismissed and bullied for speaking truth to power.
May we truly honor and love children in all stages of life. The unborn and the born.
May this love be authentic. Not tainted by an agenda. May all children born and unborn not be used for political gain and diversion.
May we support and boost the morale of parents in need, parents who actually brought these kids into being. Pro life; pro living.
May we look at how complex all issues are and may we have empathy.
May we find ways to lift each other up and not tear each other down.
May we love and forgive.
Make it so.
Amen Amen Amen.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image: http://bigpicturequestions.com/a-call-to-action-for-immigrant-children/
Mother-Father God,
We gather here to bless
The birthing of a sacred place
As it grows from soil to sky.
We embrace Your Light
In each brick and wall,
As mortar for the soul
Of this blessed place.
May the foundation, erected on
Crystalline ground hold up
The solid frame of each floor
And cradle the heart of the home, and
May it be the cauldron of Joy
Sustaining all.
May each floor hold wonder
For life as it unfolds.
May each window open to awe
As each season passes through time
In its own glory.
May each wall protect and guard
As a mother’s arms would her babe.
May the roof shield from rain and storm,
Clothing the hearth.
May each residing soul find
Sanctuary in this temple.
May all who visit find healing
In heart of this hallowed dwelling.
May mercy and forgiveness
Grow a garden here
To nourish each spirit
And adorn the grounds.
And so it is,
And so let it be.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Images: The construction of a new home of the Hensley-Crouch family: Dennis, Shannon, Robin, and Charly
Join Me
Come, friends,
Join me at the table.
It’s time to retreat,
To seek sanctuary,
To cloister and rest
In soul voice,
Heart.
Tis’ the season
To mature spirit,
To melt the ice of fear
As we make a fire of gratitude
With flames searing skyward
In highest prayer,
Grace-filled litany,
Cleansing, preparing, refining,
Galvanizing diamond mind,
As flames sear up from root to crown,
Our crucibles
Cleansed in
God’s alchemy.
Winter’s slumber, a quickening.
Come, friends,
Join me,
Retreat,
Listen,
Allow.
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image, My Patio: ©Barbara Harris Leonhard
A Prayer: Calm Within the Storm
To You, the One Most High,
I send this prayer.
It is not with words,
But with the light from my heart.
Words may tarnish
What I truly feel.
I am of Light, am I not?
Light speaks my truth.
You know me as I truly shine,
And even I am still studying
All the facets of my light
To discover my soul mind.
But You know Me,
My dimensional glow,
My powers and also
Each crack in my face
Shattering my facade.
I cannot lie to the One Most High.
Let me open my heart to You so
That You might read my truth.
May I say, I am hurting.
It shows in my light, does it not?
Is this the death of self,
Or new growth of soul?
Which is it?
All the suffering I see,
All the pain I feel,
It is in my light.
It is dimming my light
Into shadows of fear and remorse.
So I kneel in prayer
To the One Most High.
May I release it to You to be
Transformed into dust for
New stars,
Rather than building a taller wall
Around my heart?
I feel those dense walls of
Heavy stone and mortar
Slowly building up over time,
And the bramble of weeds
Stretching to my throat,
My truth succumbing to the drought
Of tears,
Feeling caught up in surviving
A battle of wills.
May I receive healing
And assistance?
Guidance?
May I be blessed? Saved? Anointed?
When I rise up with my arms
To touch You,
I feel Your Light always
As it flows into my veins,
I know. I know.
Yet I battle Your Grace
All too often,
Thinking I can save Myself.
I can do it.
I will do it.
Only I can make this way.
I work so hard for You.
I am enough, am I not?
Am I not Your vase of seeds
For new gardens?
Am I not Your sword
Battling all to carry Your Word
As I rage in this messy confrontation
Of powers and forces all around me?
Humbly, I come to know that
You are never apart from me;
I am You.
I Am You,
A spark of Source Light.
This light in my heart is You.
How can I dismiss it?
How can I taint it with fear?
How can I wall it off,
Resisting gratitude?
How can I address You but
On my own mundane terms?
This pain is illusory,
This way of mine is illusory,
As is ‘I’ and ‘My’.
As is ‘You’ and ‘Your’.
So there are no words
That can express truth.
All that is
Is the Light,
Emanating into and from the heart
As cosmic breath.
Just being in this Light
Without petitioning,
Without crying out,
Without withstanding,
Without beseeching,
Without condemning,
Without apologizing,
Without negotiating,
Without grieving,
Without fearing a fate,
Without playing the drama,…
Just being in this Light,
Just being,
This is enough,
Is it not?
That is the prayer,
Is it not?
That is the prayer.
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Digital Art “Calm Within the Storm” ©Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog
Martha said to credit the butterfly to Andrew Lumish. He is the guy who cleans the centuries worth of dirt off the old gravestones of mostly fallen heroes and/or their families.
Here is the complete poem and audio based on yesterday’s post.
A Message from the Nightingale
At times, it seems I wander alone in pain,
Friendless, except for the wounds, so
I seek a guardian for fortitude and healing
From a realm of unseen glory.
The nightingale sings that
The gate’s not closed.
Your prayers are heard
Along the songlines
In the Great Garden,
Exploding into spectrums of light.
Surrender to calm.
Your guardian is here, for
Your prayers are keys to her abode.
The gate’s not closed.
It is your heart.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
YouTube link to Nighingale Songs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NK2_bcQcoD4&t=611s
Image: digital art “Nightingale Song” ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
Good deeds are acts of prayer
To the light, our vanguard.
This is the time when
Acts of love are needed
To fortify the One of which
We all are,
One Unity of Light,
Strengthened by deeds for
Others and Mother Earth.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One,
All people, all birds, all animals,
All trees, all flowers, all mountains,
All seas, all oceans, all lakes,
All of Mother Earth,
With acts of true love,
Good deeds,
For they are of valor.
They are of Unity;
We are One.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
These prayers are not dogma.
Love is the conduit and mortar,
Holding us in the Light,
Building community and harmony
To fight the darkness,
Which is dividing us
Into our Shadows.
Dogma divides;
Love melts us into
Each other and all of nature.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
Our Mother creates our substance;
Our Father, our spirit.
Prayer marries heart and soul.
Spirit meets substance in
Actions of love.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
Darkness persists, yet
Balance restores.
Fear divides the One
Into fragments.
This is hell,
Broken hearts,
Unbound to love,
Duality,
The separation of souls from
The One.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
Dreams of Self are illusions.
Me and you, the great lie.
This division of the One
Causes suffering and battles.
Heed not the codes
That spread this lie.
This is the time
To drop centric illusions of
Self above all.
This dream is a nightmare,
Breeding the Shadows that
Haunt our days.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
Greed torments Mother Earth
And splits souls like atoms,
Ready for holocaust.
Humanity is vulnerable to Shadows;
Earth is rotting in the lies.
This mulch will bear famine.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
Our loneliness breeds fear,
The brother of war.
This is not what truth decrees.
Actions of love unite All
In harmony with creation,
For love creates; fear destroys.
It wants no dissent.
Its lies appear as truth, but
If Shadows appear, so do lies,
Dressed in fine lines and bold colors
And dancing in Fool’s Gold.
This mining leaves Earth barren.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
We swoon to the dance of Lies’ amenities
And bargain away our divinity
For short-lived glee:
Out for Me, not for We.
Prayers for bonuses go unheard.
Prayers with promises turn to mist.
Prayers of love double in bounty
And multiply the Flower of Life.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
Evil is, no doubt.
It nurtures its own for its prize.
It’s beguiling and deceptive, for
It’s guilty of its tales of others.
Evil is the perpetrator, the trickster.
We are misguided and complicit
In our ignorance and swayed by delusions.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
Pray with acts of love
For those pointed out
And cast into the abyss.
Pray for your city,
Pray for your state,
Pray for your country,
Pray for your world
With acts of love.
Let us raise our hands to the Light,
To the Divine,
And act in Grace with all,
For all.
So pray. Pray for the One,
Pray by loving the One.
Pray until you feel the pain
Of a dying bird.
Pray until you feel the joy
Of the birth of a rose.
When you hear
The prayers of trees,
You will know that
We are One.
Copyright © 2018/01/19 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: “Goddess’ Gifts” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
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