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Sacred Poetry
SACRED POETRY
Poems are the manifestation of our links to the dream world and our creative spirit.
They articulate our thoughts, feelings, dreams and aspirations,
give voice to insights and innermost longings.
Speak your poems here, Voice your dreams.
Create your delight that others may share.
Sing your soul song out into the wind that the ether may answer
so that WE can create the heaven in your Heart.
Join the joyful chorus for...
WE are ONE!
give voice to insights and innermost longings.
Speak your poems here, Voice your dreams.
Create your delight that others may share.
Sing your soul song out into the wind that the ether may answer
so that WE can create the heaven in your Heart.
Join the joyful chorus for...
WE are ONE!
Poem Pages:
Rysa | Areena | Unravelled |Divergent Strands
Sense0neness | Various poems |The Poetry of Thunder
A Poem Dedicated to the Members of the Gold Ring
Collective Poetry
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Given through Marisa & Robbie ~ 10/16/09
Sense0neness | Various poems |The Poetry of Thunder
A Poem Dedicated to the Members of the Gold Ring
Collective Poetry
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Given through Marisa & Robbie ~ 10/16/09
White Wolf Dreams
The wilderness is filled with the echoes of the white wolf’s desire
It burns through the charcoal night where the full moon calls her higher
The rocky ledge holds her steady as she looks upon the fertile valleys
Stars fall into the distant dawn in a sea of pale and pastel shadows
The moon rises with her deep desire and calm solitude guides her heart
White Wolf walks on cracking snow with sharpened fangs of hunger’s call
Eyes clear to see the careful prey late in gathering a last morsel found
Glistening light, sparkling eyes, faster now, run with speed and power
Spirit guide of ancient memories again they come and call within
Hear the sounds of walking water and all that will give us memory
Shadows within the moonlight canopy shelters heaven from sky
Call from the hunter’s companion, all is given and all is destiny
The grace of time becomes the light revealing
The journey finds deepening depths of darkness
Trade the light of dawn for the comfort of the end
Stay my Guide of Spirit; Intimate time to begin
Written - 7/18/08 - on the Full Moon 2:04AM MST - Rysa
7-22-08, Ashnandoah
The Journey Home
In the presence of the rising star lies the path to ressurection,
In the glowing emerald lovelight I make my way
the journey joyous through winding paths perplexing
I am never lost though often quite bewildered
there is no turning back
Now released, the flood of ancient fears
they dissipate into a hazy cloud
blown by the winds of fate
through the archipelago of miracles and signs
and sometimes dire sraits
the beacon ever shines
and still I cannot loose my way
but stumble on the stones of my unknowing
doubt leaves me bruised but never broken
and I gentled warrior, I fall, I rise
now in my open hand jewels of my belonging
reflecting emerald light
leading me ever onward
towards the One Heart
my home.
I Get Lost In My Wandering thoughts, so deep,
I'm flying With Forever beneath My feetI got Eternity in the palm of My handAnd You can see GOD in the eyes of a Good Man.
Blessed Be, to All that BreatheAnd All things, Everything betweenHeaven an Earth Man, WE All are OneGOD's in All things, Kissed by The Sun.
The best way to size up A ManIs by how He Loves and People Love Him BackAnd thats a Fact most don't understandIn GOD's Own image, I AM ManAnd She's my Sister, She's my Daughter,She's my Mother, I Cherish and Love HerFrom then till Now and what's yet to comeTo know my Heart is to know True Love.
~Steven L. Mattes
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