Poetry

Significant Times    Oh my soul How do I dance with you In times like this  When no one is dancing  With the joie de vivre  We used to have…   My soul  I’m longing for you  To show me the way Calling to you  To guide my next steps Crying for you  To give my life meaning Today.    I read, I listen, I absorb  The take of others at this  Extraordinary time. But no one can give me  The take I really need  That perfect take That only you can give.   Oh my soul You who are ultimately  Connected to the Godhead  The Goddessheart  Where are you going  To take me now  In this most significant of times Upon our earth?    © Julie Tara...

  Fierce Flame    The battlefield  Is the Soul  The greatest weapon  Is Love Though you may think  It is in fact  Hate. But no my dearest friend  On the field  Your hate  can never win Ultimately  Can never win In the fierce flame Of My Love.    © Julie Tara (5.29.21)

Portent    Amidst the burst of joy  In pink spring blossoms  Early morning birdsong  Reborn brooks and gamboling lambs On the hillside…  An ominous gathering storm  Brews in the pit  of my usually tranquil stomach, In the dark hollows  Behind my liquid eyes  Undefinable to others But palpable to the Geiger counter  Of my soul.    I feel the stirring  of an existential angst Such as I’ve never felt  To this extent  In the backward glance  Over my life’s journey.   What is happening  In our world to date? Is it the beginning of the end times I was warned of by the angels  in no uncertain terms  In my innocent teen years? I feel it is upon us.  The heavy descent of evil  Casts an interminable shadow  Across our verdant beloved lands  Across our rich...

I Am The One    I know it is hard for one to see another, so here is a moment of held breath in time ~ a brief yawn in space ~ to tell you this is who I am.   I am the the One standing in center  of all the waters of the world; out of my mouth spill the stars of the infinite night sky; the tiger who leaps and curls and roars in the forest ~ yes, this ~ and the tiny Forget-Me-Not who opens willingly to the sun’s morning kisses.   I am born from a single pearl of my mother’s necklace, nursed at the eternal milky way of her being. The fiery center of the earth  is but the passion in my heart, and my roots move deeper than the darkest storm.   My hair snakes across landscapes  as rivers and streams and brooks, glistening in the...

    Three Rosebuds   Though the trees are almost bare in my domain and remind me keenly of the loss of love ~ Yet, in my awareness of the outer world I find, not one, but three tight rosebuds in my garden. And even one, golden as a Royal Orb, blossoming despite the wintry frosts, the soft divine perfume rising as I bend close.  I wonder, marveling at its bravery, if, in the midst of November time, my heart can emulate this flower of love. And ~ for no other reason than it can ~ blossom one more time against all odds. ©

Hermes   Hermes – you have kissed this soul with a love of the distant reach, placed your winged sandals upon his feet at birth, and thrust the whispering winds to ride beneath his breath, lest he forget the constancy of his true nature. You have placed in his mind the musical play of sun and shadow, the speed of wit, the joy of divine intent; and in his heart a blue flame for the unknown, the unexplored, the unadulterated. So finely tuned his will for life births a fierce tenacity seldom witnessed in this world; the burn for adventure rising there, almost more than his body can bear – beautiful and refined as it is. Mountains and deserts calling, calling – “Movement, challenge, freedom,” he cries; a restless spirit in a fast-paced universe of his own...