Tag: transformation

The Lion’s Heart

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As the sky splits open to reveal your soul

Thanks to Alex on Unsplash

You are the light that burns in me
The lantern blazing through the dream
You are the peace humility
Can recognise and rest within

You are the great expansive mind
That wreaks a wildish havoc home
Unravelling the dearth of time
And glistening upon the throne

That opens as I gaze upon
The beauty that is not your realm
But feels as though it’s splitting to
Succumb to that which lies beyond

You are the peace that pulls me
To the deepest place within my heart
That opens me to caverns
Where I hid the painful, searing, dark

You are the fire that burns within
That draws me to your fireside
The ocean that I dive within
To find the things I’d hoped to hide

You purify the restless cawing
Cackling realms of graceless hell
And raise them up through tundras
To the sunshine on the shining swell

And as the sky with stars of gold
Decrees your shining constant light
Splits open to reveal your soul
I am beheld with blessed sight

And in your wholly loving gaze
I stand redeemed, re-graced, untamed
But gentle in your presence
As the lion’s heart regained

I stand within your wholeness
And I love what you have done
I am forever blessed in you
Your holy light, your son

Unimaginably Beautiful

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A poem experienced through a glorious gladioli

Author photo — the glorious gladioli – all rights and permissions reserved

I look into your face
For a perfect moment the universe is the intoxicating colour of your skin

Richness magnified intensely, my consciousness enfolded in the satiny immersion of your electrifying expression

I am saturated by the iridescent nature of your sepals’ colouring
Enjoying your obedience to the never-ending question of transition

Sleeping reptilian spines, ripening daily, revealing rich cascading blooms
Bursting suddenly, astonishingly, to the irresistible command of a forceful, silently chiming directive

A most remarkably inspiring shedding of skin

Destinies fulfilled
Treacherous, cavernous ways through deadly dunes averted
Songs of the open and blissful heart sung in euphoric harmony

An entire universe of grace, unimaginable beauty
A wormhole transporting me to flowing wells of freedom inside the openness of every blooming shell

The depths I can go to in me through you
As surprising and as beautiful as the never-ending opening of your soul to me

I cannot defy you. I must awaken, enliven, flower in irrevocable glory
Despite the fear that closes on my mind and holds me, trembling, still
I cannot respond to you but with my own blossoming of mind, my voice and my rising, grateful heart

Your petals will fall with the irrepressible illusion of time
My petals will droop and stale, as yours, before the body’s time-felt end

But beyond these death haunted dreams the glory of eternity wakes in the spirit of your irreversible flourishing and my breathless witnessing

I will always know your gifts and hear your song, alive, in this perfect, present heaven

And I will ever know the timeless constancy of our connection, our brotherhood, our love, throughout the ever-expanding infinitudes of mind

The Fire

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A prose poem burning in my heart!

Thank you to Max Kukurudziak for the image on Unsplash

When the fire in your heart cannot stop, cannot start but to flame all the folly you’ve conjured apart from the glory of peace in its thunderous roar and its pounding of waves on its silent shores

When the shadows you’d painted have cracked to the core all the canvases broken in heaps on the floor and the fire tears through them and rids them of form and the anger you’d felt is released and transformed

And the world that you see is a phoenix, a dawn, that rises from ashes, remoulded, re-born, but by hands that are sacred and know how to heal, by a mind that’s awakened and knows how to feel from the depths of its heart an infinite joy that creates in the wake of the love it employs

When the fire in your heart cannot stop, cannot rise, but to purge all the memories you’d deigned to baptise but will gratefully offer up to take their part as they whisper the seeds of a glorious new start

This Day I Am Born

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In your deepest self there lies awakening
Growing and evolving all the time
Opening and reassociating
At ever higher levels of the mind

In your deepest heart there is a silence
Beating with a mindful rhythmic grace
Asking you to listen to it’s secrets
Open to receive it’s gentle space

Deep within the soul that you are feeling
In the quiet moments that you give
Lies a nourishment that brings you healing
Welcomed by the mind’s desire to live

Life wells from within and rises gently
Soaking up through spongey open cells
Flooding all the senses, taking over
Rippling past a thousand silent bells

Vibrations of a pure, divine order
Shudder through this extraneous form
Radiance, bequeathed to my acceptance
Comes alive in me – this day, I’m born

Loosening

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Structures loosening
Spreading
Fibres separating
Finding space between strands
Quantum existence becoming tangible
Space being discovered in solid form
By the mind desperate to renew itself
And revelling, calm, in the quiet faith of certainty

Mind is form, form is mind
No space for separation
No space between forms, only within form itself
The space that encompasses, takes up, everything

Quantum experience reiterated
Repeated
Again and still again

Instants of wholeness
Perfectly formless recognition
Genuine beauty
Freedom
And bliss

Here I am Father!
Here I am Nature!
Here I am Holy Source!

Bequeath me of your glorious innocence of all form!
Surround, encompass and penetrate my being with your unearthly magnitude!
And let me know, cherish, remember, give, extend, your heavenly alms to all who delve within the images of my mind

You are mine forever
Here forever
Teasing, gently teasing apart the strands of the fabric of my listless reality

Come take me apart
Come loosen the fibres of my woven seams
Come loosen the threads of my undeserving hostility
Come rectify the heavy chains I have dictated in my fiendish, presumptuous dreams

Come into me fully
My heavenly counsellor
Your true beauty is beyond compare

As you enter the fabric of my costume and begin to separate the woven fibres of my dense material being
You make space
For me
To see
You