Poem · Poetry

The Timeless Now

The Timeless Now

May you trust and be

In the present moment, but

When is the Now?

Each second shades to the past.

Each second greets the next!

When is the Now?

Now is the space between

Then and Next.

The stillness between each breath.

Elusive, and yet, luminous.

Not Today.

Not This Week.

Not This Year.

It’s Now,

This very moment

In a space of time,

The minute space between

Then and Next,

Just a bit of time that spans

The space between suns,

So vast it takes millennia to explore.

The space of no breath between

Time expanding and contracting,

Pulling universes together

And apart as

The tides of time,

The space where heart resides

Now and Forever, for

Ever is a vast space of time.

May you find that space

Of abundant stillness

Between Then and Next,

The Timeless Now,

And be reborn to breath.

Copyright©2018/03/28 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: “Time Flies” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

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Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Poem · Poetry

The Space Between

The Space Between

The space between

Holds its form

When we touch, for

There is no touch, just

The space between,

Vacuous space,

Our molecules floating,

Suspended in God’s exhalation,

Expanding to hold our souls.

Our touch, an illusion of stars,

Cosmic molecules reaching through

Our heat, that Breath of

The Fire of First Light.

The space between,

Creation.

Copyright© 2017/10/31 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: from The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo Buonarotti  http://www.italianrenaissance.org/michelangelo-creation-of-adam/

Audio · Haiku · Poem · Poetry

New Audio-Time

Hello, here is audio for a haiku “Time”, which I wrote a short while ago. The poem can be found in my June or July archive if you would like to see it written.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: google.com

 

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry

Silence

Silence is asking for prayer.
Stillness is vision of inner truth,
Rooted to the earth,
To Gaia, who knows all of parts of us
as we are of earth, the Mother.

Silence is taking us
To Grandmother Spider.
Weaving us to Source, Christ Light lattice.

We are one.
When you breathe in,
I breathe out.
When you laugh,
My eyes sing.
When you cry,
I catch your tears.
When you bleed,
I bleed, cut down by
Your fear.

This web is all of Time.
It can’t be severed.
It clasps us in ancient binds,
And all our words are
Caught like flies
Forever trapped and recorded there.
Be careful with the words.
They are either poems
Or daggers.
Truth
Or lies.
They are heard by all,
Even the deaf.

Silence is the journey
Taking us to Source,
Father of All, who
Created light and darkness, and
From whom we emerge
To learn to love and create more light
And to whom we return
In the hymns of the spheres.
This is the journey
Silence brings us.
Seek silence,
Seek All.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://www.cbc.ca/news/technology/living-holographic-universe-1.3959758

 

 

 

 

Haiku · Poetry

Time

Time – a paperclip

around which the universe

and gravity bend

 

Haiku:  Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Copyright © Laguna Design Science Photo Library Corpus

Source: 21 January 2015 Daily Mail. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2920305/Space-time-tunnel-Milky-Way.html

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