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

[Riantee Rand]

Wonderful poem Toni. So enjoy hearing it again and seeing it on the page. Beautiful and inspiring.
That same year you brought some tulips to my house and I wrote a playful little tulip poem to you.
I think I will read it on Tuesday if it is okay. I love poets answering each other on same theme.
Mary also has a tulip poem she sent me. Maybe she’ll read it also.
Blessings
Riantee




> On Apr 21, 2022, at 12:07, Toni Bernbaum via Thespiritexpress <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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