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

Thu Apr 21 12:21:51 PDT 2022

Thanks for sharing your love and beauty thru your poetry and your Self!
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From: thespiritexpress-bounces at lists.mcn.org <thespiritexpress-bounces at lists.mcn.org> on behalf of Sue Coulter via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org>
Sent: Thursday, April 21, 2022 12:10:44 PM
To: Toni Bernbaum <tonijean at mcn.org>; thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org>
Subject: Re: [Thespiritexpress] Tulips....again....bigger font

Absolutely beautiful, Toni…small or bigger font! Thanks for sharing!!! You beautiful flower opening up, unfolding, receiving light, beauty & love!!! Sue
On Apr 21, 2022, at 12:07 PM, Toni Bernbaum via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org<mailto:thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org>> wrote:

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<mailto:tonijean at mcn.org>>
Subject: Tulips....
Date: April 21, 2022 at 12:01:43 PM PDT
To: thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org<mailto: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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