~FLOWERS FOR THE MIND ~

Spiritual Poetry by Naomi Shifra

LA LUNA

The moon, full and glowing
peered out from behind a puffy blue cloud
and the beams of light shot through my heart.
The clouds parted grandly
to allow the rays  to encircle La Luna.
I stood, transfixed, staring with wide eyes.
As I raised my arms to the heavens
and my voice in song
the spiritual glow eminated into my soul
and I felt reborn, full of life,
full of La Luna's magic spell.
Oh, Great Goddess, we pray,
we beseech Thee....renew our love of humankind.
Teach us to be merciful and compassionate.
My breath comes faster now,
puffing out small white streams of frost.
I am connected to the One.
I am the One.
We are all the One.
Naomi Shifra 10/5/97

For the ashes
of personal failure........moral victory.
of blasted expectations..sure promises.
of wasted years..............true restorating

BEAUTY

For mourning
over necessary endings......new beginnings
over dead dreams..............new vision.
over final rejections...........unconditional love.

GLADNESS

For despair
over true guilt.............................full forgiveness
over squandered opportunities...renewed service.
over inevitable death...................eternal life.

PRAISE

Death of nursery days...happy, sunlit hours of play.

Death of childhood dreams, when the reality of personal limitations overtakes fantasy.

Death of innocence...the first awareness of evil.

Death in leaving home...when the separation registers.

Death in becoming a parent..when you become the caretaker, rather than the receiver.

Death in the expectation of a perfect marriage.

Death in your child's first day of school...when the front door closes and silence grows heavy.

Death in the empty nest......when you no longer feel needed.

Death in the realization that some expected goals will never be reached.

Death in the departure of friends....a nurturing source gone.

Death of freedom...when an incapacity confines an elderly loved one.

Death in the awareness of aging...when the mind and body won't respond as they once did.

Death in the wind-up of working days....an identity lost.

Death in the end....that great enemy of health and youth.

But the Gods and Goddesses say " Death is the gateway to life. "

And so mote it be.

Look ever upward to the heaven's light
and smile to see the beauty that is life.

           The wheel of life is in constant motion and we are the mandela circle.

"Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror."

--Kahlil Gibran--

Perhaps to the Summer soul beauty is found in the tapestry of hanging snows
and fields drifted smooth white. Or to the Winter soul beauty is the
flowering fields of Spring come alive teeming.

Yet perhaps beauty is eternity... and we are life, and the mirror. For when
the sacred unveils itself, then we find true beauty... a garden ever
blooming within and without.

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER

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