Freedom in Love with Life and Light

Poetry ~ Musings ~ Art 

 

 

freedom in love with life and light

 

        asks us to remember that

        this most exquisite being exists

        as the simple and the ordinary

 

        living an engaged-spirited life

        where love and light

        have made their home

 

exposing freedom at its core

 

 

  

This section contains a sample of several poems and musings that are in my book.

It does not contain my art work.

 

 

Chapters:  Living Waters ~ Life ~ Aloneness ~ Love 

Natural Beauty ~ Light ~ Pleasures 

Freedom

 

 

   The book is dedicated 

to falcon

and

to you

 

  

"The more total you are, the deeper your relationship can be to any other human being. Once you find that inner core of yourself, you are free.  And that leaves everyone around you free.  You are not trying to make them into anything. You are not telling them what is best for them. You know you do not know that.  What you are doing is receiving them fully as the human beings they are.  This is where love begins; it sees the mystery of the other and is just overwhelmed by it."                                                                                      

The Feminine Face of God:  The Unfolding of the Sacred in Women

Sherry Ruth Anderson and Patricia Hopkins

 

 

 

L I V I N G   W A T E R S

 

water

The connection to my river

            has taken its own wanderings

 

where tears and river

            flow freely with endless ease

 

winding themselves down cracks

            of skin and earth

 

marking deep channels

            with windy furrows

 

speaking volumes of

            what has yet to come 

 

 

Elegantly so

                              Filling these big brown eyes to the brim

Sitting on a plane looking earthwards

Witnessing this majestic river

Winding down wide wavy runs

Flashing its face upwards

                              Yes! Let's talk about elergance

 

      

blessed

by a river and a friend…

 

who would have imagined

an all-encompassing love

 

pouring sweet benedictions

on this rackety old woman

 

raising smiles to the sun

bowing down to the ground?

 

 

who knows?

Walking down

            this path of life

 

Maybe you will feel

            how utterly loveable you are

 

Maybe you get to know

            your own current calling

                       

Flowing like a river

            to its source

 

Musings

  

Listen to the stirring of the river in your veins

it’s murmuring your beloved name

  

*

 

 it flows    ~    it knows

its curved folds

are nothing more

than its moving soul

  

* 

  

surging downstream 

living waters

hold the power 

of purging you clean

   

* 

 

the fastest way

maybe is

the slower one

  

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L I F E 

 

Creation

 Opening our sensuous mouth

 

uttering a single word

 

worlds are born

 

 

Opening our stunning eyes        sharp ears

 

worlds stare        hum

 

back at us

 

  

Smelling        tasting        touching

 

myriad worlds manifest

 

their tantalizing flavors

 

  

Offering intimate possibilities

 

 aligning our senses

 

with the true nature of everything

 

 

Words are medicine

Words

            needing to sound

                        intelligently wise

                                    so interestingly refined

 

Words

            fabricating tales

                        making us believe in

                                    what we are

  

Words 

            kindly spoken

                        unleash a heart

                                    from timeless bondage

   

Wondering

 

           what songs are we singing?

 

                                what songs are we listening to?

 

  

Ode to Smoke 

Oh! what beauty there is

on this breathless dizzy day

where everything appears

as an illusory haze

  

where everything is

floating like a dream

making me feel bathed

in a soft light of daze

 

all is as it should be

nothing to change

nothing to see through

only my gifted gaze

  

beaming like a laser

piercing my very being

opening me up onto

other ways of seeing

 

 

Joy

From that care-free place

            in my body

                        I celebrate

 

full

vast

happy

  

singing

dancing

laughing

            

I love this life                                mine                                                                                       

this life of yours                  this life of ours

              what’s the difference anyway?

  

 

Musings

 

being human ~

loving    happy    sad    angry    moved    kind    soft    depressed    stubborn    joyful    hateful    hurt    lustful    content    sincere    confused    clear    stuck    lost    sensual    frustrated    fulfilled    excited    sexy    compulsive    doubtful    fearful    caring    anxious    touched    playful    critical    bewildered    tender    withholding    helpful    interested    obsessive    curious    thoughtful    cherishing…

these and many more may all be packed into a single day’s span

we shouldn't be amazed how sometimes

we feel so crazed!

  

*

  

respecting and attendig to a grief

is an act of

self-loving

...as is joy

 

 *

 

calling all souls to communion

with what is 

 

nothing more

nothing less

 

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A L O N E N E S S

 

Flaming Gorge, Wyoming

Wandering in the middle of nowhere

            an expansive desertness

                        opens up before me

  

with nobody in sight

            only billowing clouds coasting by

                       I witness a most breathtaking site

 

on one side

            heat waves weaving waywardly south

                          saturate the air with strong sagebrush scents

                       

on the other

            impressive sandstone buttes      

                        stand sentinels to stillness

  

and way down there

            the deepest blue of waters

                        reflects the bluest of skies

 

saying Howdy!

 

to this lone and wondrous traveler

            who can’t help but smile big

                        as happy as can be

 

 

 

well-being

 settling in 

going deep

finding

 

peace

love

joy 

 

 

one lone poppy 

at the tip of a stem

            brightly orange and all

                        moves playfully

  

as soft breezes

         tenderly touch

                  her delicate petals 

                                              

no

        effort

                 here

 

just being who she is

         one lone poppy

                  in the breeze

 

 Musings

 

loneliness          ~          aloneness

the power of surrendered acceptance

 

*

  

to know is to be as the now

it is in the word itself

 

*

  

come closer than close to your wintry hollow

drink deeply

 

now is the time to know your own birth song

 sing it out completely

  

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L O V E

    

dissolution 

We want a beloved

            but we are afraid of intimacy

 

we want intimacy

            but we are afraid of merging

 

we want merging

            but we are afraid of commitment

 

we want commitment

            but we are afraid our beloved will devour us whole

                      

well...           

we can count on it!

  

this is about so big a love

it will obliterate us to smithereens 

 

catapulting us whole

into a whole new world

  

 

Be.  Being. 

Be    here    now

Being    here    now

 

one               an admonition

the other               a loving presence

 

hoping we are turning

towards Being

  

  

Blessings

Spoken through the grace of Debbie Crone

     (December 21, 1956 - June 8, 2021)

 

I am one who lifts

into infinite possibilities

into the freedom of things

 

I bring you light-heartedness

and a deep sense of connection

with your beloved self

 

I am the one rising

from the depths of emotion

into the light of knowing

 

I bring you great blessings

 

may you be filled

with loving kindness

for yourself

  

and for all you touch with

your eyes your words

your smiles your hands

 

I bring you great loving

 

Musings

 

they tell you to be

considerate     patient     gentle     loving

 are you?                    to  y o u ?

  

*

 

as we set boundaries

we become stronger            bolder 

with a love

without bounds 

 

*

   

absolute honesty and being real

 is what the heart really loves

absolutely 

 

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N A T U R A L   B E A U T Y

  

Stillness  

You have gone to

where I am going

 

     so let me rest here      

for a while

 

sensing you walking

into these lines        from time to time

 

(a tribute to Mary Oliver)

 

 

little insect 

in one spot

            one speck

                        so to speak

 

a colorful

            dainty

                        glittery being

 

dangling gently

            from a tiny stem

                        serenely still

 

suddenly

            she softly stirs

 

unfolds

            her luminous wings

 

and ever so lightly is

            lifted by the winds

 

 

Sunshine  Everywhere 

Warmth             splendid sun drifts             quiet

 

And The Mind Is Busy Trying To Find

 

Things To Do

Places To Go

New Country Roads To Roam

  

nothing wrong with all this             mind you

instead I stayed home in my tiny front yard

  

poppies blooming all around      little daisies happily showing their fresh

sweet faces      soft breezes smiling through me      tiny spiders spinning

their silky ways      bees buzzing along their endless merry~go~rounds

the ground tickled pink by the exuberance of Spring!

 

 

Beautiful  Blue  Butterfly

fluttery

                 wispy                                   

                                     whiffs 

 

floating 

                        freely                                                                                                                                    

                                                with                                                                                                                                                                                                             

                                                                          the   

 

                                                                                                   wind                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

gratitude

Curled up in bed

            I quietly watch

                        a canopied camellia tree 

                                    coming alive as the cooling rain

                                                  moves through her glorious

                                                                   green and red attire

                                                                                 sending shivers

                                                                                               up and down

                                                                                                            her silvery spine

 

Musings

 

physical matter does matter             it’s Infinity’s density

it also doesn’t matter

for the wise say         ~         we must die before we die

  

*

  

once in a while            let's just            pause

  

*

 

stumbling into a paradox

I fall right into truth

 

*

 

each day is brand new

it’s just our minds

have not caught up with it yet!

  

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L I G H T

 

eyes

only see what is swirling

in busy minds

 

while a solitary streak of light

burns right through brilliant bright sight

 

spilling out sparkly starry tunes

shape-shifting old stale tales of seeing

  

 

the question 

“Speak to me.” 

“About what?” inquired silence.

 

“Oh, this and that.”

“Then what?” asked silence.

 

“Just to know who am I

In this life of mine?”

 

“Well,” replied silence.

“In stillness

 

You are the light 

My dreams are made of.”

 

  

belonging 

Longing to belong

in one way or another

finding that special safe spot 

where my spark is

 

seen

held

accepted

respected

  

I sometimes wonder whether 

belonging

is none other than the

 

longing to be

  

 

  Musings

 

have you ever considered

 everything in the cosmos

is but pixels of light

each point refracting Consciousness

in seemingly multiple sights? 

  

 *

 

my three-year-old grandson once said

the moon is God’s flashlight!

he also said

I am empty of words

 

*

 

born of ligh                       made of stardust

 

*

 

transcendence seekers

here is an axiom for us ~

in becoming immanent

 being fully in our lively lovely bodies

transcendence becomes imminent 

  

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P L E A S U R E S

 

it’s like this

One moment overtaken by bliss

            the next        overtaken by a cop

                        with traffic ticket to boot!

 

                 the difference is  

 

first moment                 extraordinary

second                           quite ordinary

 

which one do you think                                                                                                    

brings a smile to my face?

 

          the ordinary!

        you know why?

 

because now at each stop sign

 

       I brake completely

       take my sweet time

       breathe deeply

       and just like this

       fall right back

       into bliss!

  

 

letters

like droplets of dew on my tongue

I forge forth unto the unknown

a place where wild things slumber

the place of constant ebb and flow

that place where you are tongue-tied

as mystery unfolds

 

 

coming of age 

A seagull just landed

on my deck

and in front of me

 

an endless Pacific Ocean

glistening

ever changing ~

 

it’s my 65th birthday today

celebrating it

 with gifts of

 

windy

watery

seagull

 

 

Source

H e a r t                E a r t h

contain each other’s holy letters ~

                        cuddled lovingly within them

                                                  a wholly whimsical word

 

                a r t

 

graceful

            merciful

                        beauty

  

Musings

 

we have framed ourselves

with flat edge-lined surfaces

 

while all along our bodies

are rounded curved sensualities

 

*

 

slowing down        taking it easy

we have nothing to loose

but our dizzying minds

 

*

 

Holding your lover 

Mmmmm…….

Heaven!

 

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F R E E D O M

 

happiness 

As more and more freedom

            seeps into my being

                        the happier I feel

 

the happier I feel

          more and more freedom

                       fills up my day

 

finding this

         fierce love

                   living a human life

   

 

lockdown offerings 

Being on a year-long retreat

I have been treated with a treat

 

finally finding the missing piece

I am no longer a child

 

no longer do I have to seek

no longer do I have to listen

 

to others’ teachings of what to do and how to be

I no longer have to be present kind or real

 

I am present

I am kind

 

I am real   

I simply am

 

 

I am Awareness 

 

Resting as

 

                       Awareness

 

I n f i n i t e                            E t e r n a l

 

I Am That

 

I Am 

 

names and words of power

 

for one loving name

 

I

  

Awareness      Consciousness      Knowing      Silence     

Unknowable      Unnamable      Emptiness      Reality      Mystery     

The Absolute      Eternity      Infinity      Source      Freedom      Mother     

Priceless Jewel      The Beloved      Heart      Mind      The Logos      All That Is     

Existence      Being      I Am      Light      Truth      Home      The Universe     

The Force      Divine Intelligence      Luminous Darkness      Essence     

Presence      True Nature      The Divine      Spirit      Life      Self     

Brahman      The Tao      Buddha Nature      Yahweh     

Goddess      God      Allah      Love      Peace     

Happiness      Joy      Beauty

 

 

Silence

 

S I L E N C E

  

S I L E N C E

 

S I L E N C E

  

S I L E N C E

  

S I L E N C E

  

S I L E N C E

 

S I L E N C E

 

S I L E N C E

 

          SOUNDING

                                                  SOURCE

                                                                                       SOUNDLY

 

 

Musings

        

having and making choices

does not mean I am in control

 

how about free will?

do I think I have that too?

 

I am told to reconsider

as beliefs tend to be stumbling blocks

 

to my inner most

fervent queries 

 

*

 

Awareness does not reside

in the body or in the mind or in the world

rather

the bodymindworld resides in Awareness

 not even that

All Is Awareness

 

 *

 

I settle on this silent groundless

Ground of Being

 

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C O N C L U S I O N

 

Freedom in Love with Life and Light

What I value the most

            where I hang out with the most

                        is Freedom

 

Such an awakening required traveling over

            mountains and valleys            

                        with immense courage

 

Wwimming upstream

            through raging storms                           

                        of bitter tears

 

While all along this joyful

            aliveness kept shining

                        its vibrant face 

                       

Revealing Freedom           

            that tender

                        loving space