[Thespiritexpress] Fwd: Tulips....again....bigger font

[Toni Bernbaum]

> Tulips
> 
>  
> On the  shiny red marble counter, 
> 
> The burgandy tulips are dying. 
> 
> floating from the round glass vase 
> 
> into the middle world of our kitchen,
> 
> their pale green stems, once tall, emerald  and erect
> 
> Have lowered 
> 
> Their  necks like swans,  skimming the surface
> 
> of their reflection, 
> 
> the velvet  petals 
> 
> are worn, stretched open
> 
> like palms in a mudra a if to extend their last blessing
> 
> before they fall.
> 
>  
> Each flower 
> 
> Navigates the angles of light
> 
> content in the last days
> 
> to drift, one petal at a time, 
> 
> Scattering a  design 
> 
> Benaeath them where they drop.
> 
>  
>  
> I stand contemplating
> 
> The shaft dust particles dancing in the  skylight
> 
> the rays of sun  joining us 
> 
> Framed in a  still life by Rembrant
> 
> When suddenly 
> 
> The sound of a rain begins to ping from inside my head
> 
> and the once blue sky fades to grey 
> 
> changing the hue on the canvas of the kitchen.  
> 
>  
> stunned with sound and color 
> 
> Startled like a newborn .
> 
> I don’t know what is happening,
> 
> everything  blazing  and quiet
> 
> In this explosion of  beauty.
> 
>  
> this impulse  of ecstacy 
> 
>  coursed though  my body
> 
> guides my arm to reach 
> 
> for this and my hand to do that.
> 
> Witnessing this
> 
> effortless alignment unfolding
> 
> A perfect order of every detail
> 
> I am experiencing  and have always belonged to, 
> 
> Culminating since the beginning 
> 
> when there was no beginning
> 
> bringing me inside the pulse of the tulips 
> 
> how we are joined
> 
> how they are gazing back at me
> 
> enchanted by the mystery of each other.
> 
>  
> So many years of  seeking….learning about things,
> 
> How they work and what they mean,
> 
> Who am I and what is the meaning
> 
> And now the answer comes to this.
> 
> To float in the vase of my body like a tulip
> 
> extending love, beauty and fragrance
> 
> following the compass of light
> 
> allowing  each notion to drop gently in the end
> 
> (without end)
> 
> as time and separation 
> 
> simply fade away. 
> 
>  
>  
>  
> Begin forwarded message:
> 
> From: Toni Bernbaum <tonijean at mcn.org>
> Subject: Tulips....
> Date: April 21, 2022 at 12:01:43 PM PDT
> To: thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org
> 
> Tulips
> 
>  
> On the  shiny red marble counter, 
> 
> The burgandy tulips are dying. 
> 
> Floating from the round glass vase 
> 
> into the middle world of our kitchen,
> 
> their pale green stems, once tall, emerald  and erect
> 
> have lowered 
> 
> their necks like swans,  skim the surface
> 
> of a life’s reflection.  
> 
>  Their velvet  petals 
> 
> are worn and thin, stretched open
> 
> like palms in a mudra, as if to extend and receive a last blessing
> 
> before they fall.
> 
>  
> Each flower 
> 
> navigates the angle of light
> 
> content to drift, one petal at a time, 
> 
> scattering a design 
> 
>  when they drop.
> 
>  
>  I contemplate
> the shaft of dust particles dancing in the skylight
> 
>  of sun framing us 
> 
>  in a still life by Rembrant
> 
> when suddenly 
> 
> the sound of a rain begins to ping from inside my head
> 
> and the once blue sky fades to grey 
> 
> changing the hue on the canvas of the kitchen.  
> 
>  Stunned with sound and color 
> startled like a newborn 
> 
> I don’t know what is happening
> 
> in this blazing quiet
> 
>  explosion of  beauty,
> 
>  this impulse  of ecstacy 
>  coursing throug my body,
> 
> guides my arm to reach 
> 
> for this and tells my hand to do that.
> 
> Witnessing this
> 
> effortless alignment unfolding
> 
> the perfect order of every detail
> 
> I am 
> 
> experiencing, always belonging to this, 
> 
> culminating since the beginning 
> 
> (when there was no beginning)
> 
> bringing me inside the pulse of the tulips 
> 
> how we are joined
> 
> how they are gazing back 
> 
> enchanted by the mystery of this recognition of each other.
> 
>  
> So many years of  seeking….learning about things,
> 
> How they work and what they mean,
> 
> Who am I and what is the meaning,
> 
> and now the answer comes to this.
> 
> To float in the vase of my body like a tulip
> 
> extending love, beauty and fragrance
> 
> following the compass of light
> 
> allowing  each notion to drop gently
> 
>  in the end
> 
> (without end)
> 
> as time and separation 
> 
> simply fade away. 
> 
>  
>  
>  
> 

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