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Significant Times

Posted by on Nov 11, 2021 in Musings, Poetry | 0 comments

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

Posted by on Nov 11, 2021 in Musings, Poetry | 0 comments

 

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

Posted by on Nov 11, 2021 in Musings, Poetry | 0 comments

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

Posted by on Jun 24, 2018 in Poetry | 0 comments

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

Posted by on Aug 3, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

 

 

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

Posted by on Aug 3, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

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.

©

 

Newgrange

Posted by on Aug 3, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

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.

©

Child Of Wonder

Posted by on Jul 24, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

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.

©

Dreams

Posted by on Jul 24, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

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.

 

©

Out Of The Night

Posted by on Jul 24, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

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.

©