[Thespiritexpress] Poem read Tuesday

[Sue Magoo]

Riantee,

      My beloved soul sister, thank you deeply and dearly for your courageous spirit, brave and strong demeanor and authentically vulnerable BIG and generous heart.  May you know how in awe I am of you and learn so much from your transparency about your lifelong love slowly dying.  May you continue to be held in the truth of who you are, loving awareness, and allow yourself to be the hollow bamboo through which all feelings, thoughts, emotions, perceptions and BEingness flows through.   SO MUCH LOVE to you!

In loving gratitude,
Sue
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From: Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress-bounces at lists.mcn.org> on behalf of Cornelia Gerken via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org>
Sent: Thursday, April 3, 2025 6:21 PM
To: thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org>
Cc: Cornelia Gerken <corneliagerken at gmail.com>
Subject: Re: [Thespiritexpress] Poem read Tuesday

dear Riantee,
how beautiful, yes I see the sad, but it is elevating me, in celebration of life, as was as is as will be. Just beautiful. Thank you
Cornelia

On Thu, Apr 3, 2025 at 9:15 AM Riantee Rand via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org<mailto:thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org>> wrote:

The Last Harvest


My lifelong love is slowly dying.


On my early morning walk I come to a field of daisies

and I pick the brightest,

plucking one petal at a timeless time

to mark our way to the finish.

“What is this life about?” I ask the daisy


Petals aflare as so many bodies of experience,

full of faces, events, places

full of people remembered

with the clarity of an uncompromising now,

experience-bodies with my name, my many names,

consciousness traveling with the pulse of the moment

through roles assigned by parents, teachers, friends, strangers,

a flow of memories projected in the aperture

through which the eternal observes the manifested.


Half way through I encounter an obstruction,

a commitment I made early on

to make something of myself, be someone I could never be.

I tried very hard but I was stuck and soon

I did not try at all.

I just went against the flow.


Against the flow I bonded with those bold Parisians

that fame snatched in their early life.

Sagan, Seberg, Bardot, Godard, Truffaut,

authors, actors, film makers who captured the spirit of the time

and released it on a consenting crowd

while riding its energy to burst out of a corseted society.


The existential track had opened my way

to this new wave of taboo breakers

and I responded to the lawless call

following for a while the murmur of that crowd,

doing as they did, trying to be as they were.


But when I noticed a new window of opportunity

I jumped.

The spirit of the time landed me in the New World

among those singing in a newfound tongue,

adventurers who drank the magic potion

carrying them to other dimentions.


When I came to the last few petals

the fragrance of each decade was disclosed

so pure it could be received

and given away in the same instant.


One more petal as I listened to the language of my heart

bringing back to myself the power I had given others,

and as the reminiscences faded away

I questioned the daisy in my hand:

“what do I truly want at the crepuscule of my life

when my lover is dying?”


It’s all there, inside, all there with such clarity,

the world, the friends, the events, the settings,

a full 3D color movie with all flavor, all movements of soul.

Don’t you see?

You have been handed the key that opens the passage

to every body of experience until the last.

Don’t you see?

The being in all beings is the same being,

so hear all the voices

without the judgment of your thinking mind,

don’t shrink in fear but expand in love

as you jump into old age.


It’s the last harvest,

surveying experiences while divesting your self of experiences

in a landscape that is the mind of god.

Your longing for the past is love itself

filtering through the veil and glowing

like a memory of eternity you long to return to.


Remember, the self of every self is god infinite,

so jump,

die before you die,

die with your loved one.

*****

I pluck the very last petal,

I thank the naked daisy,

I lay it down, I turn around:


Spring has arrived.


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