Hello all my beautiful poetry loving souls. I hope you are finding your creativity and flowing towards the expression of your choice. This month I find myself in a peaceful position where my creativity is flowing like a raging river.
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We have all been hurt, we are a species that have been traumatized from the moment of our birth. Once born you do not leave this planet without a few bumps, bruises or limbs missing. This is the reality of our shared experiences. Through our free will, we have the opportunity to experience the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Our mission is to bring everything into a balance state while being grounded enough to fully function mentally, physically and spiritually.
Rumi states ” the wound is the place the light enters you. what hurts you blesses you. Darkness is your candle.”
What a profound statement that requires us to take a deep breath, a step backwards and an open heart to address. We have three choices, we can react to our pains, we can respond to our hurts or we can ignore and bury them within us, knowing it will jump forward in the future demanding us to deal with it again. I have done all three in my life and I’ve learned the hard way that responding and surrendering or letting it go is the better path for creating a better future.
Today begins a seven part series concentrating on the 7 life lessons from RUMI and how I am applying them to my life.
For those of you who don’t know, RUMI was a Persian poet, Islamic scholar and Sufi Mystic. Born in Afganistan on September 30, 1207 and died in Turkiye December 17, 1273. Rumi was on of the great spiritual masters and poetic geniuses of mankind. His works discuss the concept of God and the definition of love. According to Rumi’s philosophy, life should be a journey to union with the one true God.
Rumi’s most famous poems include “On the turn”, “When I die”, and “The gifts of the beloved”. According to the New Yorker article “The erasure of Islam from the Poetry of Rumi” Jan. 5 2017 by Rozina Ali, “Rumi is the best selling poet in the United States. Although a lifelong scholar of Islam Rumi was less frequently described as a Muslim. Whether it is a newer rendition on Rumi’s poetry or an exact translation by a Muslim cleric, Rumi understood there is a space between right-doing (religion) and wrong-doing (infidelity) where he meets us”. A space of compassion and love that Rumi put forward more than seven hundred years ago that is still a teachable moment for us today.
Rumi saw us all as one and his doctrine of peace and love advocates tolerance, reasoning, and charity with the same eye as Muslims, Jews, Christians and others. Love is what keeps us alive.
“Your task is not to seek for love,
but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself
that you have built against it”
Rumi
Self empowerment and spiritual development are timeless. Our ascension lies in moving beyond the boundaries of a mere human to much higher aspirations of who we want to become. Rumi’s 7 life lessons are a pathway. It is only with each step we take, that our lives will unveil our potential.
Join me each Sunday as I present each lesson and share how I am following this path to open my heart so I can receive more love and compassion this year.
It’s time to shine your light Tribe,
Jacqueline
This type of writing is pulled from the page as someone reads a quick story or series of words gathered. It is up to the poet to arrange the words or sentences into a free style poem. Here is my latest rapid fire poem.
The Golden light within us needs to come forth
Rise and speak your truth
Upon waking I have to leave the sanctuary that blankets me
Hide from those until there is no more blackness walking about
Listen to our native ancestors who legends need storytelling
Wrapped in laws, surrounded by the chill of steel
Where is there fairness among soap peddlers? While washing our sins away
By Jacqueline Denis
To be a poet is to recognize that inspiration comes from each present moment that draws us into our creativity! Then it is our senses that overtake us as we try to show others what we see, feel, hear, taste and smell. But it is my sixth sense that brings them all together to unravel the mystery.
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as I begin to unravel my creative process of writing poetry. Thank you for your encouragement, support and openness to connect more to the spiritual side of yourself as you awaken the divine being within you!
If I were a painter I would paint pictures of a garden so great your eyes would never stray. You wanting only to travel pathways leading to boundless beauty.
If I were a sculptor I would sculpt your face, it’s perfect form, delicate, soft, lively, creating and reproducing copies for companionship
If I were a teacher I would show you how the garden provides, all you ever need within your hands. The art of sowing and reaping, caring and connecting.
If I were a scientist I would connect this garden to your body, developing healthy concoctions, plant vibrations, frequencies, providing balance and harmony.
If I were a theologian I would remind you to look up and within. You are as great as the cosmos is vast. Believe in yourself, believe in something greater than you!
If I were a mother I would nurture your soul and its divinity. For my arms are always reaching, to hold you, always reminding, you were created with love.
But I am only a poet, a lost breed whose pen is my third eye and voice. Bringing insight into new ways of thinking and being. A love warrior willing to cause a stir to awaken humanity.
I’m so excited that my poem “ In the Wilderness” won a place in Words Gathered Anthology 2020 volume 1 by Gertrude’s Writing Room Windsor Ontario.
With intention Evil
I will bring you down
to the depths of hell
not I alone, but my legion
there are many
Great Souls you have met
over the centuries
A plan was contrived
may I remind you
of the coming demise
of you and your Cabal
your choice!
I am not of this world
you are the master whore here!
There is a culling
the reapers scythe is raised
do not be fooled by the wars you win
or the legions you gather
There is another force here
Much Greater!
that cares for balance and justice
the only question is
Are you ready?
Today I shift
leap
aware
of the Goddess within
Now
is the moment
to let go
as a ripple in perpetual motion
Pushing
creating
to rise up
shape shifting
Law of Divine right action
Today I choose
Love
my thoughts
aware
I create my own world
In the wilderness of poetry
I’m wondering if you can envision
what I ascertain?
Readers are so subjective
I search for truth, beauty and
courage in life
I grasp for inclusion
I am wild, free, alone
creating a moment
of belonging
Do you even see the forest for the trees?
A dangerous place
this wilderness
damp, earthy
vulnerable poetry
How will you even see me with closed eyes?
My breath like a slow fog expels
I smell the pines in the forest
standing firm, grounded, expansive
limbs spread upward in worship
I belong here
My pen is my voice
like the smell of the pines
It cries out to be noticed
Fragrant words seducing you closer
vowels lighting the narrow path
to the truth, beauty and courage of the forest
Standing firm, I succumb to the wilderness
within me
anticipating true belonging.
TEETERING ON THE EDGE 