Category Archives: Poems

In this house of mud and water…

” I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down.

I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with Spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the Fire.

Are you merely filling this drunkard’s glass
or do you really oppose the sober?
Is it you who brings to ruin every house i build?

My Soul spills into yours and is blended.
Because my Soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the Earth,

I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in Love.

In this house of mud and water,
my Heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.”

– Rumi (Ruins of the Heart)

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The Prophet: “Love” (Pages 7 & 8) – Khalil Gibran

If I could give you anything…

“If I could give you anything”

by Kirtana.

Is there something I can offer you
As a token of my gratitude?
Every gesture seems so small
Still I’d like to try,
I could bring you flowers
Flowers would be sweet
I could find your favorite kind
And lay them at your feet

But flowers fade and die . . .

I would rather be the ground
In which a flower’s grown
Through which your feet must pass
From which all seeds are sown

If I could give you anything
I would be the ground

Is there some place that you’d like to see?
Some corner of the Galaxy…

Name it and I’ll take you there
For I have learned to Fly.
I could show you azure skies
Or multi-colored Orbs of Light
Glittering before your eyes
Like jewels in the Night.
And they would make you sigh…

But I would rather be the space
In which our lives are hung
The silent, unseen thread
Through which these Stars are strung
If I could take you anywhere
I would be the Sky

If I could only find a way
To tell you what my Heart would say
I could finally sing this Love
And it would make you cry
But I have never found the words
That can speak this grace
That is why I must rely
On a gestureless embrace
Even so I try

But I would rather be the Love
From which attempts arise
The origin of Poetry
And of these Tears that flood my eyes

If I could tell you anything
I would be the Love

If I could give you anything
If I could take you anywhere…

I would be the Ground
I would be the Sky
I would be the Love

I am the Ground
I am the Sky
I am the Love.

When We Created the World…

“When We Created the World”

It was lonely being the only One
And so I made Two.
And then there was You.
You were so beautiful with your eyes of innocence
but I Loved you from afar and yet so very near
and I Loved you in ways you could not comprehend.
You didn’t know I was watching through the eyes of
every person you met,
Nor could you hear my voice in the Wind.
You thought that the Earth was just dirt and rocks,
You didn’t realize it was my body.
When you slept, we would meet in your Heart
And make Love with our Spirits as One.
We would birth new worlds with such Passion.
But when you were awake, you remembered nothing.
You thought it was just another Dream.
It was just another day alone.
But in your Heart I await You, my Love, forever.
For the Truth of our Love and Oneness will always be.
Our Love is the Matrix of All That Is.
Remember, Sweet One,
In your Heart I will always await thee
In the place that is small.

—Drunvalo Melchizedek

“The Flame”

by Charlotte Reeves Bowman

You leave a
Stardust trail
like a slug leaves slime…
but unlike a slug
yours shines,
mesmerizing and tempting
the Lover of iridescent things…..
seducing the dead into rising
the lost into finding
the broken into an uprising….
but like the slug….
your trail fades-
leaving the dead – buried
the lost – wandering
and the broken – reduced to ashes
without ever enjoying the Flame.

Dance…

Dance when you’re broken open.
Dance when you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you’re perfectly free.
Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,
like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,
Begins.
Maybe you don’t hear that tambourine,
or the tree leaves clapping time.
Close the ears on your head,
that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.
There are other things to see, and hear.
Music. Dance.
A brilliant city inside your Soul!
-Rumi

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The Way of Love…

“The way of Love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles of their Freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.” -Rumi

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Your Love…

Your Love lifts my Soul from the body to the Sky
And you lift me up out of the two worlds.
I want your Sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my Soul upward like a cloud. – Rumi

“I carry your Heart with me (I carry it in my Heart)” by E.E.Cummings

I carry your Heart with me (I carry it in my Heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a Moon has always meant
and whatever a Sun will always sing is you.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the Sky of the Sky of a Tree called Life; which grows
higher than the Soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the Stars apart:

I carry your Heart (I carry it in my Heart)

- by E.E.Cummings

“Your Light Remains…”

In the joy of your Heart,
Your Light remains.

In the gift of your caring,
Your Light remains.

Where you reached out to help,
Your Light remains.

Where you sat in silent peace,
Your Light remains.

In the place where you worked,
Your Light remains.

In the stillness of the starry night,
Your Light remains.

In the Light of each day fully embraced,
Your Light remains.

Like the touch of an Angel,
Your Light remains.

When you live as a Light,
Your Heart is joined in the Infinite Light of Love.
And that about you which is eternal … remains.
Your Light remains.

By Rev. Jacquie Riker – 2003