Stringing Together Pearls Of Love

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This IS (IS) all about Love, isn't it????? Wink.

 

 

(As I am in the process of gathering poems for new books, I have a few

piles of poems and lately I have found some of them in a perfect

dis/order to create 1 poem that were individual and written at

different times. Again, I am amazed at this new matrix I find myself in.)

 

The poems will have the above title but for your edification, I offer

the original names & dates:

 

Eventual Shorelines (8/22/05)

 

Shorelines become margins of a soul,

horizons are distinctions placed between parted pages in memory

an infinite ocean calls every name unto itself,

" Drink of me "

this sea whispers in every shore bird, every gull's caw,

swooping, circling, and planting mortality

an officious designation, a rather severe and rude awakening,

calls to the umbra and happenstance,

Quo Vadis?

Light breaks and Stars fall

a Spirit is reborn in Eternity

 

Send Me More Music (12/06/05)

 

Send me more music my Beloved

I am ancient in my grove of orange blossoms,

Bewildered by a Phantom birdsong

 

And this recording in my still-beating heart

Is broken, out of step and rhyme,

Reason needs a melody

 

As earth needs twilight, the moment

before darkness meets the light...

 

 

Stone (2/6/06)

 

To love is to roll away the stone

standing sentry to our hearts

our deepest yearning to set

free the impossible

 

we have already overcome...

 

when the darkness meets the light

....and the candle meets the moth

in the unseen arms of the Beloved

 

....where there is no other Love

....but the stories of our Lives...

 

 

The Night Passes Through The Opening (2/19/07)

 

The night passes through the opening

of an eye,

the river flows through the passage

as blood and water

meandering down the mountain,

Arunachala clouds break

into insight,

returns

the darkness to the Light,

gathers dropped feathers

along the way,

 

small mirrors of iridescent longings,

 

small journeys along a primeval path,

breaking thoughts

borne not of

credence

borne not of

decadence

 

nascent

heaven, earth

from the

most noble

of all unsung sonnets

of all the living,

having

returned from the dead,

 

having

returned

from the silence

held in the Lover's breast

in the Beloved's heart,

 

as it flies away,

 

free

 

as a bird on wings.

 

 

Love (11/01/05

 

Love Love Love

no matter how often it is said

no matter how many or few you would love

Love is nothing, absolutely nothing,

until you give it away,

and then it is everything

to the one who loves,

to the one who receives the

Gift of your Love,

 

Love, Lover, Beloved

Another Trinity

 

Love is a word beyond all meaning,

Love is the Word Made Flesh

 

The purest simplicity of Being.

 

 

 

 

Love to All my warriors of love,

Anna