remembering

by Shannondoah

Beloved

of

the Beloveds

My Love,

truth

beloved.

Never too far

away.

Ancient Fire

Song of Songs

Heart of Hearts

divine union.

Love can see

the vast horizons 

of our lives

Love can see

through us

to ourselves

Love can see

us together

forever

Never too far

away.

We are the mountains climbed

We are the hills kissed by the wind

We are the seas caressed by the clouds

We are the sun loved by the moon

We are the stars remembering.

ashes

by HAFIZ

Persia (Iran)

Love is

the funeral pyre

where I have laid my living body.

All the false notions of myself

that once caused fear, pain,

have turned to ash

as I neared God.

What has risen

from the tangled web of thought and sinew

now shines with jubilation

through the eyes of angels

and screams from the guts of

Infinite existence

itself.

Love is the funeral pyre

where the heart must lay

its body.

breath

by Shannondoah

“O Romeo, Romeo!

Wherefore art thou 

Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or if though wilt not,

be but sworn my love...”

breath from my 

heart,

synchronized

we are never

apart

love feast

celebrating

all that is

all that was

and all 

that

shall ever 

be

look up

into the sky

see me

hear my cry

across the seas

past the winds

and soaring beyond

all

ancient 

trees

crossing lands

from afar

i am

right here wishing

for you

upon a star

my love, my love

o shining one

sing unto my heart

sing unto my soul

sing unto heaven

we are one, 

we are whole.

lotus

by SUN BU-ER

China

 Cut brambles long enough,

    sprout after sprout,

  and the lotus will bloom

    of its own accord:

Already waiting in the clearing,

   the single image of light.

     The day you see this,

 that day you will become it.

night

by Shannondoah

lighthouse

when

there is

darkness

we 

must 

summon our

faith

and 

shine it out

like a 

lighthouse

beaming

trust

even when it

is the 

darkest hour

we must

choose

love

and 

forgive

everything.

autumn fires

by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

Autumn Fires

   In the other gardens

   And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

   See the smoke trail!

   Pleasant summer over

And all the summer flowers,

   The red fire blazes,

  The grey smoke towers.

   Sing a song of seasons!

  Something bright in all!

   Flowers in the summer,

     Fires in the fall!

si gi ni ge yu

by Shannondoah

si gi ni ge yu

we love each other

the night

is

the Great Womb

of our

Mother, our

Grandmothers

whom

welcome us home

each

evening

comforting us

with their divine

feminine 

starlight

shawl

they are singing

us home

to ourselves

to each other

to our center

to the oneness.

october

by William Morris 1834-1896

From The Earthly Paradise

October

O Love, turn from the unchanging sea, and gaze

Down these grey slopes upon the year grown old,

   A-dying mid the autumn-scented haze,

  That hangeth o’er the hollow in the wold,

  Where the wind-bitten ancient elms enfold

Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead,

   Wrought in dead days for men a long while dead.

Come down, O Love; may not our hands still meet,

    Since still we live today, forgetting June,

   Forgetting May, deeming October sweet-
-O hearken, hearken! through the afternoon,

The grey tower sings a strange old tinkling tune!

Sweet, sweet, and sad, the toiling year’s last breath,

       To satiate of life to strive with death.

      And we too- will it not be soft and kind,

 That rest from life, from patience and from pain;

  That rest from bliss we know not when we find;

That rest from Love which ne’er the end can gain?-

 Hark, how the tune swells, that erewhile did wane!

  Look up, love!- ah, cling close and never move!

      How can I have enough of life and love?

le temps revient

by Shannondoah

and love

true love

hears everything

knows all

sings out halos

heavenly 

sounds

amidst

night moons

and 

starlight

swoons

destiny strings

upon my

heart

Le Temps Revient

light

by Mechtild of Magdeburg

Germany

Lord, you are my lover,

     my longing,

   my flowing stream,

        my sun,

and I am your reflection.