Audio · Poem · Poetry

I Am Desire

I Am Desire

I am Desire in a broken cage.

I dare not feel the light

Dressing the bent bars and

Caressing my great mane.

I dare not smell the blooms,

The fragrance of my dreams.

I dare not touch the lambs

Curled at my feet

Just beyond my slumber.

Surrounding me,

Umber clouds of doubts.

Are those blossoms my soul’s yearning

Just out of my grasp?

Do they know my worth?

Dare I break free

Of this cage, my womb,

To witness my own birth?

 

Copyright©  2017/10/07 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: pinterest.com  

 

Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Poem · Poetry

Life Finds a Way

 

Life Finds a Way

Though battered and bruised,

Your soul pinched off

Like a pruned plant,

Your bark sheered

To pristine skin,

Your torso shattered

By lightening and storm,

Your limbs entangled

In shackles of pain,

Your crown toppled over

By axes and saws,

Your bounty sheered away by winds,

Your roots chopped off

From sacred sources,

Life will find a way

To feed those roots,

Creating saplings in new blood.

Enriching the heart.

May your Will find the way

For new seeds, new growth,

Around the obstacles to your being.

Nature perseveres.

May you be your tree of life.

 

Copyright © August 9, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://www.boredpanda.com/trees-refuse-to-give-up/

This article has amazing pictures of trees that have survived great adversity.

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Audio · Micropoetry · Poem · Poetry

New Audio: Crossing

Crossing a river can be like birth,
Dragged you are, down and around,
Only to burst out of the ripples,
Clean and nubile,
Wiggling to stretch
And grasp at the light for a line.
Washed and flung ashore,
Snapping off the memories
Like broken branches ready for the pyre,
You awake to recognition.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://www.google.com

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry · Reiki

New Audio: I Am a Revolution

I am a revolution

Invoking symbols

Cradling light

Gifted by my Savior,

Whom I met on a path.

He emerged from the mist-

At first as my father-

Till angels called

In hymns resounding

A chorus of blue, indigo, violet.

From man transformed,

There He stood,

His palms outstretched

And all around Him,

The auras of the ages,

The colors of time,

Silken and white,

Halos with His name.

He held them as a ball,

Vibrating colors

Molded into a gift

For my calling.

He smiled in gratitude

For my humble offering

To carry good in my heart,

A bucket of blossoms

From seeds yet scattered,

Filling the vessels

For gardens to come

This spring and always.

I will walk in His light,

A prismatic path

Lit for onward time.

Held gently in His palms,

Which now envelop me,

I feel wrapped in cashmere

Woven by the Mother of Mysteries.

He appeared as my father-

Whom He once called in light

To minister to others-

So as not to scare me.

Since His power is so great,

I cannot fathom it.

But it was really Him

This time, and so needed.

He whispered many songs,

Harmonious and lyrical,

Such compassion in His hymns

Such grace in His brilliance.

I was so blessed and awed

That He would give me these gifts

Wrapped in shimmering colors

With the lace of clouds

And ribbons of rainbows,

Red, orange, yellow,

Fire pure.

And innocent was I to think

I would meet a lesser Guide.

Why was it for me to find

So great a gift, the Divine.

The answer was clear-

I chose the way that took me there,

For I listened for His call,

And His eyes lit my way.

There we stood in words

Of time stopping.

Many truths are yet

To be received and revealed,

Many gems to find

In the rock face of my soul.

His words, solid beams

Of empyrean fire are

Dispersed on my heart,

Where He gathered me

And where I will take Him

Back down that path.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://pixabay.com/en/fire-heart-heart-fire-love-symbol-961194/

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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

Spirit Guide Me

I.

Spirit guide me in this prayer.

Listen to my Heart song.

If You are there,

I am here by the pond,

Near an altar where

I raised my hands

And gathered You.

 

So now I listen to Your song.

Who am I here

But just a voice

Growing louder in Your words.

The sunlight falls like rain

On my Heart so thirsty

For the cup that holds the light.

 

I walk the path that winds

Around the labyrinth of my soul

To find the Heart of You,

Warm to touch, and so I do

Gather You and fill the cup

For just a taste to last

An age of a day to contemplate

My Heart and Soul,

My dust to dust.

 

Around me are the fallen leaves,

Iced then thawed this day

Of spring midst winter’s blister,

The trees warmed and stretching

With help from a rustling breeze

Of healing light held by stones

On this path to You.

 

And when You call,

No need to shout, now that

The door is opened to my Heart,

Which Shadow hid so long.

That door she could not close it right,

And from that crack, I felt the light

And could not turn away.

 

II.

Shadow, listen. You are vain

To think You know my real name.

We were mismatched from the start.

You grew like vine work on my Heart.

The vines like fear entangled me.

And sapped my Soul –

No nurture there –

And I felt like dry earth

Under crisp grass,

Parched, yellow, twisted

Crumbling in Your breath.

 

You called me Friend, and so I listened;

I had no choice, I thought

You were right.

And I waited for Your promise

To quench my thirst.

But the vines only tightened,

And I felt no air to speak

In that vacuum in the

Underbrush of my Heart,

Where worms of deceit

And grubs of despair

Made pathways in my hair.

And jealousy took hold in my eyes,

Once lanterns to my heart,

But now cold candles of you, Shadow.

 

There, no light, I worried,

Yet no tears could spill

From this dry vessel,

Just a fossil or an artifact

Of my Child Soul overgrown

In this infertile soil

Of my Shadow Soul.

 

And so You held me

Like a captive

With nowhere to go.

And so I feared that doorway

To my Soul.

And Spirit whispered so,

So I dare not say no

To this light breaking

The day lock on my Soul

 

III.

Spirit’s breath like crystals

Melting on my hungry lips.

The vines, now dry,

Like shackles falling to my heels.

I emerge, stretching upward

Like a candle flame of

Blue searing gold,

Gold searing orange.

 

Now I am pink and fresh

With tender skin

Warm, moist, unbruised

By Shadow’s grip.

And on my tongue

New words of Spirit’s songs.

 

IV.

So now I lay me down to sleep

In Spirit’s arms

Bundled in her lullabies.

Like Psalms to the Heavens,

The Truth unfolds its wings

Into many angels

Spiraling into the light.

They hold me close,

And in their stories,

I see myself in many colors.

I am crystal;

I am water;

I am memory

I am now;

I am tomorrow;

I am.

 

 

Copyright © Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay.com

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry

Soul Longing Chimes

Soul longing chimes

On the backs of angels

Ringing wing songs

Notes, a roadway

Gold-toned steps,

Wet with tears

Of joy and sorrow,

Grief forgiven.

Once of brittle hearts,

Now child soul afloat

The span of wings,

Swooping higher

On gilded ice,

Spanning the ages

Of child play in wild flowers

Cast into stars.

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Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://www.fusionmagazine.org/clouds/

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Image: my garden

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry · Reiki

I Am a Revolution

I am a revolution

Invoking symbols

Cradling light

Gifted by my Savior,

Whom I met on a path.

 

He emerged from the mist-

At first as my father-

Till angels called

In hymns resounding

A chorus of blue, indigo, violet.

 

From man transformed,

There He stood,

His palms outstretched

And all around Him,

The auras of the ages,

The colors of time,

Silken and white,

Halos with His name.

 

He held them as a ball,

Vibrating colors

Molded into a gift

For my calling.

 

He smiled in gratitude

For my humble offering

To carry good in my heart,

A bucket of blossoms

From seeds yet scattered,

Filling the vessels

For gardens to come

This spring and always.

 

I will walk in His light,

A prismatic path

Lit for onward time.

 

Held gently in His palms,

Which now envelop me,

I feel wrapped in cashmere

Woven by the Mother of Mysteries.

 

He appeared as my father-

Whom He once called in light

To minister to others-

So as not to scare me.

Since His power is so great,

I cannot fathom it.

But it was really Him

This time, and so needed.

 

He whispered many songs,

Harmonious and lyrical,

Such compassion in His hymns

Such grace in His brilliance.

 

I was so blessed and awed

That He would give me these gifts

Wrapped in shimmering colors

With the lace of clouds

And ribbons of rainbows,

Red, orange, yellow,

Fire pure.

 

And innocent was I to think

I would meet a lesser Guide.

 

Why was it for me to find

So great a gift, the Divine.

The answer was clear-

I chose the way that took me there,

For I listened for His call,

And His eyes lit my way.

 

There we stood in words

Of time stopping.

Many truths are yet

To be received and revealed,

Many gems to find

In the rock face of my soul.

 

His words, solid beams

Of empyrean fire are

Dispersed on my heart,

Where He gathered me

And where I will take Him

Back down that path.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image:  https://pixabay.com/en/fire-heart-heart-fire-love-symbol-961194/

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Audio · Poem · Poetry

Crossing

Crossing a river can be like birth,
Dragged you are, down and around,
Only to burst out of the ripples,
Clean and nubile,
Wiggling to stretch
And grasp at the light for a line.
Washed and flung ashore,
Snapping off the memories
Like broken branches ready for the pyre,
You awake to recognition.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image:  http://www.americanrivers.org

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