Arbor Dancing

Father‘s Day 2013

I am a happy dad. Thank you M for your love. And for bearing and birthing our daughters, and supporting my practice of fatherhood. Thank you J and S for agreeing to life with us as your parents in entering this world, and for your love everyday since birth. Family love is everlasting. It reflects the gift of love divine.

Today started with the inspiration of beingness in the serenity of this good life.  

 

Arbor Dancing

Morning window-gate of light

Silver maple -- green-rich, the gold

A soaking and the memory

Of yesterday’s rain

Arbor dancing to a symphony

Of secret strings and cymbal play

Whirligig spins to its place among thousands

For squirrel life now or century-old maple

Decades following my morning.

 

 

© 2013 Ardi Keim 6/16/13

With You

See. I close my eyes and you are there.
Touch. I hold your hand.
Hear. Your voice.
Speak your name.
We go. Aloft.
Soul flight.
The past. The future. Is now.
What love is this?
With you.
The journey of lives still calling.
These bodies in their biology.
Birthing and dying. Mating.
Surviving.
And mind in evolution of thought.
Was first the heart.
So many layers.
Waves on an ocean.
Lapping the sand.
Emotion.
And knowing your love.
See it. Hear it. Touch it. Feel it.
What is this love?
With you.
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. a perspective on love .

Refine and Expand

A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture
every day of his life. --Goethe

Rather:

Every day I hear the music and poetry and secrets whispered by all creation, because it is by listening that I recognize the subtle color, finer detail and broader picture of this life. The Sound emanates from every atom in the universe. And between atoms there is nothing but The Sound, because all matter is but a crystallization of It.

When you hear It, you know.

--Ardi       .

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The Age of Awareness

I didn't do a New Years post, though there is lots to consider in the near future, and far. But I consider it with Hope. There are many possibilities, and as I accept the good ones, and reject the rest, I claim the future. Because it is good -- with the raising of consciousness. We are all a part of it. If we choose.

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The Age of Awareness

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What's happening right now in this age of awareness?

As I age, how I age, I become aware of the process of aging.

Of the aged. Of the ages.

I begin to realize the continuity of life.

The conduit that we are. That I am.

Am becoming.

The essence of the divine continually flowing from there to here.

From the unknown. From the omniscient, all-knowing.

From the realm of spirit, through the strata of visions, of dreams.

Of nudges and intuition. And finally thought.

Till ideas, perfect and imperfect are made manifest.

Half-truths become whole.

And lies are exposed.

Illusion vanishes and recaptures us at once.

Here and now.

I am.

I age. And see the flow from God to man.

Through man. Mankind. Humankind.

Godkind. Because we are made in The Image.

Through us in potential, as we develop, as we mature in body, in mind.

I recognize the vitality, the adventure, the risk-taking of youth.

Like I knew I could never loose, just decades ago.

And now, that fear, that abhorring of the aging process,

the cycle perceived by many as death, is upon me

in a lesser sense. A better sense. It's not.

A knowing. That maturity, that wisdom is in the passage of time.

In experience. In the mistakes and trials. The failures and heartbreaks.

We age to awareness, if we accept our own power, and weakness.

And responsibility. As the conduit for the blessings divine.

I see now the flow, the images and vision.

Just out of sight.

Like old movies flashing. Or flash cards showing.

The thousands of lives we have lived.

The legions, the languages. The legends. The saints and masters.

The slaves and demons. Inventions. Advancements.

And little, by little it brightens and dims.

Gone in a flash, and back.

The human condition.

Illusion.

Reality. What is it? But understanding.

The process of progress. From conception to grave.

From inception to manifestation.

From spirit to matter.

We are one.

The wisdom of ages. The vitality of youth.

The Love of God. The care of God's children.

And gratitude for the Blessing of Life.

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Blessings

This morning I did more than look out the window. I took a cushion, a book and my journal out the door. An old, twig rocker in the shade invited me. Then, in a sense, I went "out of my mind" in Thanksgiving. Perfect Morning. Summer holiday. Family & friends still sleep. And the cat on the couch. Inside.
But I. In the world of my senses -- inner and outer. My Garden. Birdsong and Breeze. Out of my mind. Inspired. I contemplate. And write. . .

Blessings

My Love.
First there was Life.
Then you are in my Garden.
Planting. Cultivating. The Harvest.
How could life be better than this?
Where Life Serves Me?
And I Serve It?
With You?

And in the heat of the day
We stop and rest.
With Strawberries.
Red and Sweet.

Then a gray squirrel
Brings an acorn.
And Blessings.

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