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

[sabell at mcn.org]

Dear Toni,
Oh your poetry is so intimate! I feel as if I'm in your skin,
or standing with you, experiencing this moment with you.
What vivid images and feelings you express so eloquently.
Thank you for sharing this and your talent to express it so
beautifully.
much love,
Shawn




On 2022-04-21 12:07 pm, Toni Bernbaum via Thespiritexpress 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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