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

[Roz]

This is so gorgeous, dear Toni!  Thanks so much for sharing this with us!

Love, Roz

Sent from my iPad

> On Apr 22, 2022, at 10:57 AM, Riantee Rand via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> wrote:
> 
> 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>
>>> 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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