Posted in Poems and Spiritual Beauty
The Transformational Poetry of Sue Claughton
Do you see what I see
On this beautiful spring morning?
Will you pause in your rushing
Busy day to open your heart
And step into life?
For this life, your life, is happening
Right now, and this powerful moment
Is your gateway, your passage to freedom.
And now you have stepped through the portal
Do you see this tree outside the window?
Only yesterday its naked limbs
Stretched skeletal fingers;
A supplicant’s prayer to a distant golden god.
And the god, in its wisdom and love,
Sent rays of replenishment,
Nourishing this tree with the gift of new life.
And just this morning, as the sun god rose,
And traced a curve of brilliance through the skies,
This tree swelled with a blessing received.
It shook itself from within, shuddering as it
Cast off winter’s thinness and re-emerged,
Re-birthing itself, admiring its new fuller form,
As the luminescence of its beauty unfurled,
Leaf upon leaf, revealing its fecundity.
Take a walk with me now, out into the garden.
Lie with me beneath this beautiful tree,
Rest supine, let the earth support you,
As we gaze up through this divine canopy
Of lush spring life, woven with songs to delight the soul.
Hear the sigh of spring leaves cocooning birdsong chatter,
Eavesdrop on the breeze as its breath flirts at ease,
And stay still, just for a moment, as we become Tree.
My world the sky,
Everything I know,
I see there first.
Every piece of my life, every beat of my heart
Brought me here to this hilltop,
To remind me of what I most need to know;
Love is all there is, and was, and will be.
Every fear, every moment of pain,
Every hour of confusion, is forgotten here.
This blessed landscape, territory of the soul and
Homeland of the heart is as close as my blood,
As intimate as my bones, more real than my dreams.
Every loss becomes healed in this wild space,
Where I am completely alone but never lonely.
I want to shout my name across the valleys,
Cry out loud to the mountain peaks:
This is my home, this is where I am at my best,
This is where I belong, unconditionally and forever.
In this blissful space amongst the hills and clouds
I can call to the heavens and hear them answer;
They are in me and of me, an indivisible whole.
A beautiful poem by Rumi:
As It Is
Wholeness creates a spaciousness of silence;
A silence with a voice so unimaginably loud,
So expressively deep, that its tone is nothing on the ear.
I rest and am consumed and am born again;
Over and over, until the knowing is forgotten.
In the narrowest of moments that is All Moments.
Experiencing deep silence, deep, deep peace, so vast
It tips my senses to excess and expands my awareness
To that which cannot be quantified.
Rocketing out to fill and overfill the heavens.
And back again, to rock in the sacred, hidden moment
Of nowhere, no time, no sound, no-thing.
Within and without dissolves for a second,
The memory of the moment echoes,
Spreading tentacles of remembrance,
Soul prompts, leading the way back home.
Birth, death and love revolve
Through the framework of my being,
What Is and What Is Not, in balance – together.
A fracturing of thought allows me to experience
The One Act that lasts for all eternity
In the timeless history of my being.
Hope has died within the moment; it is not needed anymore,
And regret for loss of the moment is meaningless now.
I have it all and I have nothing,
Sometimes I know it and that is As It Is.