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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Healing Muse (aka Rap P-P-P-Poem)

Sometimes it’s right to bend & give.

Other times it seems good to defend (maybe):

Be strong but not rigid, soft but not smushed.

Love yourself when your buttons are pushed!

The truth is out.  The Muse is in.

If you are lost, remember your friend–

Inside your heart, waiting for you

Just show up and love; she’ll pass you a clue.

A little spontaneous blurb of Truth

Will appear to you while pondering the…

Roof of your head, the wisdom inside:

How to live life with nothing to hide…

C’mon now–Get going!  USE this sweet chance:

Jump up and create.  Sing!  Dance!

Open your heart, spread joy to those friends

Who turn to you when needing a mend.

Look IN here.  Look UP!  Your own love will heal

That wound in your SELF you’re afraid to feel.

Thank goodness, this GIFT! … Bless the Muse in me…

Without her,  I’m simply

………………………. . . .  Asleep in the Dream!

 

(I wrote this poem a few months ago, but I think of it often.  It came to me kind of “all at once” as many of my poems do.  I was thinking about what a gift creativity or “The Muse” is in life and especially in the growth-and-healing process.  She really can help us find BALANCE.  And also remind us that love, especially for one’s self, is the key to whole game…)

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.)

Welcome Scorpio.

Oooooo

Her Dark Majesty…

Oooooo

The Goddess of Death.

Oooooo

What frightens you?

Oooooo

That I would lose this sweet chance

Oooooo

To engage LIFE

Oooooo

With no fear in my heart.

Oooooo

The time is NOW…

Oooooo

To live with more s p a c e.

Oooooo

I want to know my depths.

Oooooo

Your Mystery is HERE…

Oooooo

Welcome Scorpio.

Oooooo

I have waited for you.

Spiral Center

I’m goin’ down

To the Spiral Center

To meet my soul

In her gypsy splendor.

 

What we’re gonna do

When I arrive

Is share some plans

So I can thrive!

 

My Gypsy Soul

She’s got a Dream–

A path for me

Laid by my team.

 

Up in the sky,

In the spirit world–

Before I was born

The spiral curled!

 

The time has come

To find my way

Around the spiral

So my soul can play!

 

And when I reach

That golden center

The “sweet spot”

I soon will enter…

 

It’s in this spot

In the heart of me

That I’ll live my Dream

And  set  the  Gypsy  free.  

 

spiral center

(“Spiral Center” oil pastel by the author)