Mystic Meandering: Hibernating Land...

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Hibernating Land...

Frozen Earth bound in time,
preparing for the thaw,
allowing flow and movement
to regain rhythm and rhyme…

Frozen streams of frosted glass
crystallize the sun;
forming lances of light to illuminate
the path,
through this natural prism,
opaquely wrapped.

The silence of the hibernating land
speaks in loud whispers
through the trees;
crying soul-callers of the sky
fly in comfortable bands,
sounding the homing call,
kindredly clanned.

Come Home
Be Free...

Mystic Meandering
copyright
January 1998

photo - sun through frost on window
Feb. 2010

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zendotstudioFebruary 3, 2011 at 5:58 PM
Another incredible photo! Liking the metaphors peeking out in the images of "frozen" things and "the silence of hibernating lands" which is such a fabulous line.
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Mystic MeanderingFebruary 3, 2011 at 8:29 PM
Thanks ZDS! Yes, seeing *through* :) It's magical!
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SandraFebruary 4, 2011 at 10:49 AM
Lovely verse and photo
a perfect melding...

Wishing you a beautiful weekend...
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Mystic MeanderingFebruary 4, 2011 at 11:44 AM
Thank you Sandra :) Heart Hugs... C
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I am simply following the
pathless path of the Heart
in the every-day-ness of life,
exploring "The Ineffable
Mystery" of Life.

I do not define myself by any
particular path or religion -
as Life ItSelf is the ever
unfolding Mystery, and an
ever deepening discovery of
the many expressions of
The Infinite, expressing ItSelf
as all Life.

I write about and post what
inspires me, and what I am
passionate about: exploring
the Mystery of Being and The
Truth of Existence.

Writings here include:
prose poetry and anecdotal
meanderings. I also dabble

in photography and art, which

accompany my postings.

You will also find a variety
of other people's writings here
based on what speaks to me and
inspires me, depending on where
I am on this journey called "life."

If something that I have written
touches your Heart, and you wish
to share it, you may for your
personal use only, such as your
blog or other social media forums
with appropriate credit given to:

Mystic Meandering, and a link

back to this blog.

HOWEVER, writings, poetry,
photos and art may not be used
for commercial financial gain.

I would love to hear from you

if you want to use something here.

Or, if you would like

to ask me anything about what I
write here...

You can contact me at:

mysticmeandering@gmail.com

~~~~Namaste~~~~

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Return To Stillness

Return to the consciousness
of Stillness that speaks through
the Heart from the in-between
spaces in the Celestial Ocean
of Creation...

Stillness expresses through
vibration, through resonance,
in and through the inner Heart
~ the Inner Being...

Quiet the mind and the heart
of thoughts, of emotions, of pain,
of struggle, and just listen...

Reach deeply into the
Stillness of pre-creation
~ the Primordial Space ~
and allow it to permeate you,
to thrive in you...

Be at one with Stillness,
with Sacred Silence,
where the seeds of luminescent
Love form and expand,
through ripples of pure
Innocence, reverberating in a
pool of Stillness...

Allow Stillness to emerge from
Its place of solitude in the womb
of the Heart; from Its sanctuary
of wholeness, and give it voice...

Allow Stillness to be your Truth,
and Truth your Stillness...

October 2001

The Whisper

The Rhythm of Sacred Silence calls
me back into ItSelf again and again...
It waits patiently while I move
through my stories ~
through my illusions ~
my contractions of fear ~
my brokenness...

The Rhythm invites me to dance ~
to sway to Its movement ~
to hear Its pulse ~ its silent

language, like a whisper in the

background of noise,

trying to get my attention.

I have to be still to hear
The Whisper speaking softly:
come, be with Me
come and be still,
come, listen, hear Me,
come, dance with Me,
come, be with Me,
come and be still...

I turn my attention to listen
curiously, as if someone has
spoken just over my shoulder ~

barely audible...
I wait and listen - aware of a

subtle presence,

like butterfly wings.
The Rhythm rises - palpable.
It draws me to it...

I bow inwardly to The Whisper...
We embrace and dance in stillness
The sweet Rhythm of Love...

March 2009

Infinite Light

Just rest in the gaze of the Infinite
~ in the Infinite Light that
infuses and embraces all...

Just turn your gaze inward to
the Infinite Heart Presence
that lights you ~
that *is* you...

Feel this Presence of Love
gazing from within ~
Seeing what you see,
Hearing what you hear,
Feeling what you feel,
Experiencing what you
experience...

Feel its fluid vibrating pulse
running through your body...

Let this Light, this Love,
within you
live you...

It is anyway...

Just rest...

Sweet Serenity.

December 2009

The Rhythm

I float on the swells of
the great Sea,
the vast, open Spaciousness;
out beyond the thought
stream of duality.
Just the deep calm of Isness
rising and falling in and endless
subtle rhythmic movement;
a stillness that ebbs and flows fluidly.

Here there is a gateway into Rest,
the Quietude, where everything
falls into "The Rhythm,"
into the deep calm of the One.

I allow myself to be taken by
"The Rhythm,"
the rising and falling of Stillness.
It's "The Rhythm" of the Formless
that holds me,
that sustains and supports me ~
that is me...

There is only "The Rhythm" in
everything, as everything ~
the expressions and experiences
of Life.

We breathe, and are breathed by
"The Rhythm."

August 2009

Let Go and LIVE

Let go.

Let it all go:
Hopes for the future.
Regret for the past.
Expectations for the present.

LIVE...

Embraced in the space of

Divine Emptiness,
resting at the still-point...

with no conceptual framework

for your life.
No scaffolding of thought or plan

to hold "you" together...

Dissolve in the great Ocean

of your Infinite Beingness...

LIVE...

without requiring life to be

different,

without wanting to change
what is to suit you...

LIVE...

Surrendered and emptied out
of the way your conditioned
mind tells you that life must be...

Let go of your attachment to
your inexhaustible patterns of fear
that keep you safe, but confined...

Let go into the Living Stream
that already carries you

LIVE...

June 2014

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Hibernating Land...

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