Lotus Unfolds
Lotus unfolds in the fourth,
heart expands in Light -
removing remnants of pain,
Memories bled -
and drained.
Light gathers light
dissolving dark lingering emptiness -
leaving sweet fragrance
of Remembrance.
Onward and upward -
stepping out of regret
over obstacles,
some chosen some long-forgotten,
surrendering into Silence.
Unfolding hesitantly,
joyously unto the new day.
I am still now.
I am tranquil.
Light all around me
with Gratitude I wear serenity
gently -
as Dawn steps out of darkness,
awakening God-felt heart
to another day.
Spirit clothed in Joy.
Janet Leigh
This increbibly lovely, really beautiful poem, dear, is the most accurate and loving illustration of a meditative state that I have ever read! You are able to find, to journey to a moment when you can be "surrendering into Silence"; sans pain, without stress, transported to your own inner room, where "remembrance" is extant, but not malevolent; where one spark of light becomes "Light gethers light/dissolving dark lingering emotions"--the cleansing, the catharsis, the moving on, the healing, bathed in white light; unfettered, impervious to the dangers of your entity on this plane of existance; taking that gray-black ball of emotional pain and "unfolding hesitantly/joyously unto the new day"--yes, the new day, not the old one, progress, deeper, deeper down to the core, the white core, until,"I am still now/I am tranquil/Light all around me." Man, it gives me goose bumps if your really find such a place within you. Remember that the solution to all life's problems and issues are an "inside job". You take it even a step further into the metaphysical magma,"as Dawn steps out of the darkness/awakening God-felt heart/to another day", another day, a new day---further, further, deeper, deeper into total silence and stillness and bliss and nothingness and everything, until you become, "Spirit clothed in Joy". I love that last line. It may become my new mantra, if you permit it.
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My dear Glenn, I thought I'd peek in here just before heading off to bed as it's 4:12am, and I scroll down the page trying to take in My Day after laughing at the picture. What a hoot! But I froze in my tracks when I read:
ReplyDelete"Ho-hum,
how shall I carpe
this diem?
Or should I
just let it run
unsupervised?
Am I
my Diem's keeper?"
..and wonder what time you wrote this? I'm freaked because last evening (Wed), oh, probably sometime between 6-9pm, wish I could narrow it down more but my thinking's not too swift right now. Anyway, I had been thinking of Eight Belles again. I was going to post the photo of her down on her front legs right after she snapped her ankles because it's the photo that caused me to cry all that evening. Funny how some of us can feel more emotion for an animal than a person..? Anyway, I was playing around with another haiku:
Born to run I ran
carpe diemed did - I did
race for life, I died.
Am I to think we were both on a similar wave length, or what?
And, now feeling badly that I haven't gotten back here enough to comment on all the beautiful ways you've presented my poetry with fantastic photos and the most loveliest of exacting words.. I'm humbled by how deeply you can read into my psyche by just reading my poems. It sort of makes me at a loss for words..
I can't even attempt to write more at the moment, but I shall come back, but I tell you, I'm no writer up against you. Your ability to express your thoughts is truly astonishing to me.
Just one last thought: I wrote Lotus Unfolds during a time when I was meditating daily, so, yes, I did/do find that inner sanctum.
Glenn, thank you for the generosity of spirit you show in showcasing my poetry here on your site. It's the highest honor. Blessings, my friend, and night-night..:)