Moksha

One day this world’s

Gonna come to an end.

I’ll be released….

“Home Journey” begins.

For I’ll be born

Into the land of GOD–

A spirit realm

Where creation starts.

While I’m there

Don’t know what I’ll do.

Probably dream up

A world or two.

I hope to use

The gift of Light

To help my brothers

Escape their plight:

Endless cycles

Of birth and death…

The hope’s that moksha

Will bring some rest…

 

(For any who do not know, “moksha” is a Sanscrit word that means “liberation” and usually specifically refers to liberation from cycles of death and rebirth.  I took a “Religions of Asia” class in college and learned the word then.  I became a yoga instructor some years later and revisited the concept.  Ever since, I have been fascinated by it.  “Moksha”–it’s a beautiful word.  I do tend to believe in multiple lives, though I am not fixed in my perspective about this or any belief.  One day recently I came across “moksha” in something I was reading and thought “that would make a nice poem”.  So, I sat down and wrote this.  Most of my poems just “happen” kind of like that.  Inspiration and a few moments later, if I follow the inspiration, = poem.)

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Mystic Eyes…

Mystic, mystic

“Journey of Souls”…

How will we ever

Find our roles?

Wandering the earth

Trying to awaken–

Looking for amrit

In a DREAM we’re making.

We each have a purpose…

We each have a path…

Some reason we came,

But it’s so hard to grasp!  

The Mystery, she knows:

Our purpose, our reason.

For circling the sun…

Each year, each season.

I’m impatient, however!

I want to know NOW.

I search at each turn–

For a secret to “HOW?”

But the answer’s inside.

It’s only in ME.

You can help me to look…

…But never to see.

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(“Mystic Eyes” – part of a larger acrylic on wood painting by the author)

Raccoon

How will I know…

Which way to go?

Which step is next?

Say yes or no?

I try to listen

To my “Inner Voice”–

Let this dear body

Guide my choice.

One thing feels better–

A little more right.

But still it’s hard,

I want some LIGHT

To shine on in,

Brighten up this quest

With clear guidance

So I can rest!

Which light is that?

The “ME” who knows–

“Higher Self” in the sky

Or in my toes…

Learning to live

I n t u i t i v e l y

Seems a crucial step

In becoming FREE.

An open heart

In life’s big game,

Will help us learn

From whence we came.

I wish it was

An easier task,

But I guess step one

Is “remove the MASK

Be fully myself,

Wide open and true,

Revealed to the world…

....And born anew.

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(These past few months of my nomadic journey I’ve been seeing a LOT of raccoons.  I decided to write a poem in honor of what I thought was raccoon’s symbolic message for me…)

Muladhara

(I wrote this poem a few years ago for a poetry class at the U of Arizona.  Was looking for something else on my computer this morning and came across it.  Seemed appropriate for today–the first day of Scorpio, the sign of my birth.  Muladhara, for those who do not know, is the “root chakra” in yoga (Sanscrit).  This poem is about my symbolic associations to that energy center.)

…             …            …

Warm snakes in black caldron

Their broth, my blood…

…             …            …

Red fire dances madly–

Ignites orange wheels of passion

Obsidian stakes dive deep

Into the ground.

…             …            …

Root channel, source of all energy

Fierce Goddess Power

Dark, darker, darkness

…             …            …

Persephone’s Journey

Begins with you–

Serpent Mother Magic

…             …            …

Kali Pele Shiva Shakti

Dance of DEATH before CREATION

Mystery Keeper’s Secret Weaver–

Dragon grows in deepest lair…

…             …            …

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(acrylic panting “Muladhara Chakra” by the author–original canvas has black feathers hanging on black satin ribbon along the bottom edge.)