The river of Life

“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”
Jalaluddin Rumi

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The river of life flows abundantly,
dazzling my eyes.
Cascading through my interior,
springs in me arise.
I touch the surface perceptively,
and see my reflection in You.
The transparent shades of majesty,
an irresistible hue.
Streams of living water permeates,
the confluences of my mind.
I let go of all obsessing
and in grace I become enshrined.
As I plunge into sacred moments,
I’m immersed in love’s allure.
Allowing the  river to take me
so that fear becomes obscure.
It fills my empty spaces,
there is no beginning and no end.
A mysterious force of nature,
allowing me to transcend.

Little Birdie tales

“Birds were created to record everything. They were not designed just to be beautiful jewels in the sky, but to serve as the eyes of heaven.”
Suzy Kassem
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A little robin traversed my path of life
with a wordless message,
a look in his eyes.
Mesmerized by his beauty,
something beyond this earth,
a euphony of the morning,
he sang for all his worth!
I think he came to tell me that
Heaven can be found,
in life’s simple pleasures,
just to keep a look around!

Darkness Scatters

“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being!”
Hafiz of Shiraz

darkness scattersThe joy of daybreak
when somber souls soar free,
from dark entrapment
in glorious reveries.

The gannets circle
above tempestuous waves.
Deep blue colliding
with gentle gossamer rays.

Soft zephyrs whisper
in rose colored entities.
Frenzied seagulls gather,
like vain celebrities.

When darkness scatters
and credence comes to life.
Echoes of liberation,
shorelines of delight.

Photography by D. Herman

Love is stronger than death

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted!”

love still exists
A cruel expanse beckons
the silent mourner.
Stars have lost their glimmer
and the moon is out of reach.
Within a mind adrift,
beneath despair,
devouring waves gather.
Dreams swallowed whole
by ghostly darkness,
magnify the pain.
Empty hallways groan in anguish.
Bereaved souls
caught up in fierce
whirlwinds of affliction.
They are one with what can never be,
grief has spilled their tears
and gobbled their tomorrows.
A harmony of presence has escaped
into shadowy forms
of wickedness and malice.
Souls who have no acquaintance
with destiny
drift across the heartbreak,
wanderers in a bleak
and hopeless Universe.
In their loneliness they are consumed by waking.
But sleep is death defied.
Suffering takes its toll
on wounded hearts
gripped by fear.
The stench of hatred is
loud and intense.
Praise brings them back from the brink
of the abyss
into the resonance of living.
as songs of remembrance
ring out across eternity.
Even in a place of deep and unnatural darkness
when life evanesces,
Love still exists……

©2017

Desiderata

One of my favorite poems of all time,
by
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life
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Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.