Audio · Healing · Poem · Poetry

Gaia

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

 

 

 

 

 

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 · Poem · Poetry

Our Flower

Our Flower

In this light

Our flower is temporal.

From seed, planted in wet earth,

Potential to unfold.

To bud, infant life

Innocent to Time’s story.

To bloom, the perfect burst of

Its dance of life in Sun, our

Beauty in its own rays

Forgotten in decay, for

Time in this light is but

An arrow to ash.

From ash to new light,

The mystery, where

Our flower is always in burst,

Blazing the finest,

Indescribable spectrum,

Our essence in timeless bliss.

 

 

Copyright© 2017/12/12 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: https://hdbackgroundspot.com/article/top-81-stylish-wallpapers

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Audio · Healing · Poem · Poetry

Gaia

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

 

 

 

 

 

Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry · Poem · Poetry · Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul

Weeping Willow

This poem is hyperlinked to an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/).

Weeping Willow

When the old willow weeps,

her shoulders bow to the Light,

for her ancient tears sing

in tune with the spheres.

The Light binds limbs to leaves

and defies the shade.

Her skirt, a shelter to the fallen,

makes good blankets and walls.

Her learning and duty, her strength

in harmony and balance

to stand firm in storms.

We go to her.

Our pain, her food

transmuted into swords and light

for our battles and healing.

In her tears, no regret.

Grief and despair stand aside

in this humble Sallow of Time.

We bow to her

in gratitude.

Copyright© 2017/10/05  Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog; meelosmom@podbean.com (Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul)

Image:  http://imgarcade.com/weeping-willow-tree-wallpaper.html

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Oh What a Beautiful Day!

Oh What a Beautiful Day!

Oh what a beautiful day

To lie awake by

The Sea of Sorrows with

Each cold wave

Hitting the shore

Laced with drifting

Wood of time as

Gulls dine on Light with

The Keeper of Words.

The skiff awaits.

 

Copyright© August 16, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay

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Audio · Poem · Poetry

It is Time

 

It is time

To make peace.

Dark Mother

Breathes her last.

All; Nothing.

Nothing; All.

Through the wormhole,

Time is born.

 

Copyright © August 7, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay  https://pixabay.com/en/science-fiction-teleportation-2127670/

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry

New Audio: Dark Matter

To Source and all beyond,

As Source has Source,

Unbound by time or speed of light.

What is my place in this abyss?

Of black holes and dark matter

Wrapping the galactic plane

Like a mother’s blanket for a babe?

 

What is within me expands and contracts,

Pushing away astral travelers and dodging debris

Floating by from past voyages

And cast away by Jupiter and

Left unanchored to each cell in my being,

Where pain begets pain

From collisions in comets’ midst.

 

Is Soul dark and dank, like

Empty space, a vacuum sucking

Life from kindred spirit?

Or is Dark Matter a coat

Woven for me to wear

In all time and ages

for many life ways under the stars?

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Hubble Space screenshot   https://www.google.com/search

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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