Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category
The Most Difficult Part Of this Journey…
“The Land” Up At The Berkshires – Photo Nine by Toni Roberts
or TREK…
as some might say…
is the
LETTING…
the
ALLOWING…
the
PERMITTING...
in place of the
DOING…
the necessity of becoming a
participating observer
in one’s own life…
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Life Is So Strange…
Day Three Summer Solstice 2017 – Altar – Photo by Toni Roberts
such a mystery…
an
incomprehensible mystery…
unfolding from the
inside…
out…
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Reborn…
- Day Two Summer Solstice 2017 – Photo by Toni Roberts
I have torn away the
Veil
I have abandoned the
Dead remnants of the old self…
I have surrendered all
Illusion
Of
Control…
I am the New Woman…Reborn…Born-Again…and again and again and again…
I am Consciously…Deliberately…Irrevocably…At-One with First-Cause…with the
Creator of Heaven…And the Earth…
I am the New Woman…
Re-Born…
Born-Again…
Coniunctio…A Poem In Celebration Of The Summer Solstice 2017…
Summer Solstice Altar 2017 – Photo by Toni Roberts
(DESCENT OF THE LIGHT)
She, speaking softly
From the folds
Of the wet, dark place
Tells of Her thousand pleasures
What perverse misconstruction, asks She
Tells You that I am not The Center?
The Seat of Your Being…of life itself?
Why know You not that Mine is the Passageway to Heaven?
Through Mine Divine Portals
The Breath of Life blows
To scatter Seeds
Of Being…
What say You? Asks He
This talk of Holy Entrance?
The Seat of Life?
The Passageway to Heaven?
The Way to Heaven is through Me
What know You of pleasure, indeed?
You, who are bound to earth
To moaning, groaning, writhing and wailing
In ecstasies of the flesh
What know You of the pleasure
Of a bursting star?
Of universes that explode into Being
From molten lava
Which rises from my peak?
Fool above
I hear You speak
Know You not the Source
Of the sun-kissed fluid
That ignites within You the spark of Life?
A sad and lifeless sack of dry grey matter
Would You be
Were it not
For Me…
Great Slut below,
O Wanton One of earth and flesh
Dare You imply
That rank and reeking place
Where You reside
The Source
Of my sweet elixir of Life?
To be sure, My Lord,
That’s what I speak.
Come down to see
How from a thousand ecstasies
Flows the golden fluid
So vital to
Both You and Me…
What say You, O’ Fierce and Fearless Ruler
Of the Realm above?
Pierce the dark, warm wetness
Of my Being
With Your shaft of Light
Descend to Me so that I may envelope You
In all the sweetness of my ecstasy
So that I may whisper in Your fair ear
Of a thousand unknown things…
Let me wrap my huge, dark loins
About Your stiff, unyielding back
And ride upon You
Waves of endless joy
Pleasure greater than the bursting stars
Of infinite universes
Is Yours to have
For acceptance of my Realm
As the Path to Immortality…
Lower Yourself, my Fearless One
Into the deep, dark waters of my Being
Penetrate deeply with the flame
Of your raging passion
Explode within
My
Center
Though resist He tries
Her liquid words have set Him
All a quiver
He turns this way, then that
But yet is sucked like shavings by a magnet
Through the Portals
Of Her Secret Place
Pray not, He moans
To be forever trapped
In fleshly prison
This Light
That once
Was
I…
(Note: Copyright 2017 by Toni Roberts. Originally published by Toni Roberts as “The Fall Of The God” in The Crone Chronicles magazine; 1998)
As I Move Forward On This Journey…Or…Trek…
Long Island Sound – Photo by Toni Roberts
as my dearly departed beloved cousin Kay used to call it…
I am realizing that there is really nothing that we humans
“gotta”
do
except
breathe, remain open, receptive
and
positively expectant
as we permit this
Great Mystery of Life
to move in, through and
as
us…
doing all the doing necessary to get all that needs be done
done…
it ain’t easy undoing this business of being a
human doing
rather than just
being…
The Prodigal Daughter Has Returned Home…
Long Island Sound – 5-29-2017 – Photo by Toni Roberts
my
*38-year-journey
in the
wilderness
has led me in
a
circle…
right back to my
Ancient Home:
the
heart
that
beats
at the
center
of my
being…
*3+8 =#11; research numerology for significance of the number 11
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