Significant Times
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 (11.5.21)
Fierce Flame
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
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 rotund globe.
The faint smell of death
Desired, designed, determined (possibly?)
To cull humanity’s reach
Upon the rich green grasses of Gaia.
Planned for eons
In the dark halls of destiny’s reach
The war of Heaven and Hell
Playing out like a chess game
On and through the unsuspecting
Human race.
The end times
The birthing times
A split between two
diametrically opposed realities
Each struggling to find
Seeming supremacy
To win the battle of apparent
Good and evil.
Is there a way,
Could there be a way,
A tender possibility even
Of union between these grueling
Dwelling opposites?
I do not know,
Though I do desperately care
To wrestle with this shadow,
Unresolved dilemma,
Other side of Self,
And tease out the harmony
The sweet harmony
From the present cacophony
Perhaps to bring unity to disparity
Beauty to discord
Grace to strife.
One by one,
We stop and listen
Look and struggle to birth
Our true Self
The Sovereign Self
To bring to bear on the game of life.
Following our deepest solo call
Part of the wild symphony
Of the whole.
And slowly slowly
Like a flock of swans
We rise up and start to soar –
Lifting the earth
And all of us
To the higher quest
The deepest tones
Of pure unequivocal love –
Our final redemption.
© Julie Tara (5.29.21)
I Am The One
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 moonlight;
and my limbs dance
as the swaying of the willow
in the wind’s luxurious embrace.
The golden glow of candles
at early morning mass
is the burning light of my eyes
that witness all dreamer’s dreams;
and in liquid surrender
I slip with ease out of my old skin
and birth again to coil around lovers
in the long spring grass.
The most innocent of children am I.
Laughter and joy are my names;
and the wise old woman
rocking in her chair at twilight.
She who peels the veils gently back
so we glimpse those other realms.
She, I am.
On the whale’s back I ride
whilst singing from the deep cave
within my belly, where Bear lives,
singing the songs of becoming,
weaving worlds in the sea foam
with my fingers.
The soft rains are the tears
of my suffering,
and the rainbows my radiant arcs
of hope and love.
All things are within me
and I am in all things;
and beyond the veil
I am simply a pulse,
a heat-throb,
a drumbeat.
Any beyond that I am light;
and beyond that I am dark
and emptiness.
© Julie Tara
Three Rosebuds
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.
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Hermes
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 design.
the beckoning of far away dreams
you, Hermes, have placed
mercilessly, lovingly, in his soul.
And the still point
one might call home?
The place of belonging?
Only he can know.
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Newgrange
Newgrange
Only for a short while
do the soft sunbeams
penetrate the heart of mystery;
Shafts of silver luminescence
flood the cool timeless rock
of ancient worlds.
Midwinter morn here at last,
pale sunlight birthing itself
into joyful radiance;
poised exquisitely this beloved day
to wash the walls of my soul
with streams of golden foam.
After a year of solemn darkness
the deep carvings of the old ones
burst into the Now;
at last illuminated
by the sweeping generosity
of your love ~
The inner chambers of my heart
overflowing
with gratitude
and silent celebration.
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Child Of Wonder
Child Of Wonder
On the wings of mighty angels
may you fly into this world Spirit Child
Blessed Be
On the crest of the wave of creation
flanked by dolphins
may you swim into this world Little One
Blessed Be
On the back of your horse of desire
may you gallop onto the plains of Gaia
Child of Wonder
The sweet divine fire of your soul
lighting your way through every day and night
here in this beloved place …
Know you are supremely welcome here
Know that we applaud your valiancy in coming
Know that you are loved passionately, truly, deeply
Moon, Stars, Earth and Sun and All of Us
singing praise
Our hearts and yours
One
Blessed Be.
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Dreams
Dreams
Each and every day
My soul I lift to You
Placing my dreams
in Your lap
in continual surrender.
You are the Creator
of all things
and of my life.
All is revealed
in Your divine time,
the ticking of that
inside my true heart.
I give my life to You
Uttering praise with every breath
I rest in Your knowing
I release into Your light.
Only Love exists
Only Love exists.
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Out Of The Night
Out Of The Night
We the people ~
We will not stand for one more moment
of pain
For one more example
of injustice
For one more suffering child
in the silence.
We the people ~
Are here to vanquish the foe
of ignorance
To overcome the enemy
of arrogance
To lead the way out of the night
into the beauty of day.
We the people ~
Choose to be the Chosen
Risk to let go of all
false perceptions
Delight in the falling
of old petals of pain
to allow for new growth.
And we welcome
Welcome back into the homes
of our hearts
the One who never left us.
Victory is what we stand for
Peace is what we know to be true
Joy is our template of Being
Love the balm of our souls.
And it is all for you
All for you
It was always
All for you.
©