I believe that this poem, is the best poem, i have ever written. spiritual. |
candles line around the parameters of the newly stretched quilted center of my life, place of home; I remembered fondly of my great granny of distanced planets ago. she always sung with chants and a unique lullaby that I always could feel within my soul… walking towards her father’s center, and she spoke of her dog Carie. she called her a prairie collie- upon Seaman’s Hill, my family who had gathered to create a Ceilidh…who would stand silently and try to envision their life of simplicity, their life of service to their earth. prayed. greatest power on earth. and they would then play their own made musical instruments, they simply stated: caressed my Mother, and kissed her with their deeply felt love of chanting, their deeply believed belief in the vision of the next dimension. love. God. every spring, my family along with the walking neighbors, walking, chanting, their bare feet touching their mother’s skin, would gather around seven well-lit candles where, they all could share in the Carmina of their past, of the heartbeat that carried on the beating rhythm of their led chanting, of their led dancing and inner vision, wisdom, and knowledge. of their life. of their world. “Spirituality that listens for the heartbeat of God has largely been ignored.” the seven candles of my great granny were: Simplicity, Holism, Mystery, Immanence, Environment, Equality; Hope. seven, to look for the good in all things first. six, to regard all people as equal and erases the separation as we all feel within us. five, to honor God by encouraging earth-keeping. four, to believe that God is present with his creation. three, to speak of the mystical unity, that arises from understanding the limitations of human knowledge. two, to believe that life itself, should not divide it into the spiritual and material, the hearts and head, sacred days and work days- one. they simply, choose to live simply. children play. then again, they believed that they all were children of God. they believed that they were voyagers within this living dimension. my great granny would gather with the rest of the clan, and listen to the Seanachaidh speak upon the tales from yesteryear. and they all believed that they were married, to those hills for all those years. those relatively small hills- were silent with contemplation, silent with, melting back into the earth, who they see as their own, who they fell beneath their feet. and they dance; chant to the heavens above. underneath their feet, and within their whole bodies. |