Poetry for the Spirit

[OceanWhysper]

Oshun Speaks


In river's curve and current I have come.
In dancing feet that love the beating drum.
In laughter and in beauty I remain,
In ropes of coral beads and sugar cane.
Not with some stern commandment do I speak,
Nor for abject submission do I seek.
Not with a heavy measure do move,
Nor for a sacrifice do I appove.
My joy lies not in worship but in art:
I only bid you do as I have done.
As water seeks its level, so the heart
Flows onward toward reunion with the One.
Look not unto the end, but to the start---
This race you win as soon as you've begun.

~~Elizabeth Barrette~~

[OceanWhysper]

February

I melt the ice in river and stream
I live in the buds as they begin to grow
And in the crocus beneath the snow
The wind in the hollow carries my call
As I dance in the blue shadows of nightfall
I shorten the nights, I lengthen the days
You see my changes in so many ways
I am ancient, but I am young
Once again my cycle has begun
I hold the promise of spring yet to be
I am the Earth Mother--strong and free

~~James Kambos~~

[OceanWhysper]

Of heaven and of hell, of yin and yang,
The wise men tell. A lost soul in the dark
May cling to hope and follow Ti-Tsang Wang.
I meet the smiling monk and see the spark,
A shining pearl that lights the shadowed lane.
His footsteps make no sound and leave
no mark.
Pray, lead me from this sallow, bleak domain
For I have missed my way and cannot find
A door to any more enlightened plane.
The key to this may lie within my mind-
Desire's end, as I have heard before-
But logic looks both ways, and trust is blind.
Your guidance, Ti-Tsang Wang, I now implore:
Come take my hand and lead me through the door.

~~~Elizabeth Barrette~~~