Friday, August 31, 2012

Native American Music ~ HARMONY




Harmony  

the pulsing of light and passion's fire  
the music
the flame of desire. 

ever to rise within us... our GLORY and BEAUTY be known...

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

In Dedication to
Carmine Shir Franzese



Shir

BE his spirit and vision clear
Discernment free of illusion and fear
Confront, resolve, BE his calling quest
TRUTH ever his treasured behest
Soul's ruling decree in Divine Word
In the pulsing of heart it BE heard
Power BE his knowing vast
Within his Presence beauty cast.

Much love,
Rose Marie


...and once in a Blue Moon ~ August 31, 2012


Blue Moon and indigo sky to behold
wondrous light to embrace and enfold
shroud of night and moon be spun sublime
a flowing swaddling of soul's rapture divine
hallowed moments of Presence they be
lunar waves cresting the celestial sea.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Moon, Photos, CAR, Collectible Clicks,©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

This Breath of Time



... this breath of time...

the sweet feel of the warming sun
the loving touch of the gentle wind
the lilting quiver of grass
the gift of bloom 
alchemic grace
this breath of time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Vincent van Gogh, Painting, White Orchard, Oil on Canvas, Arles: April, 1888
Van Gogh Museum
Amsterdam, The Netherlands, Europe



Saturday, August 25, 2012

This Hour of Sunset



No earrings, bracelets, necklaces or rings need she bear
Yet fully adorned and crowned in God’s loving care
Free of shackles and constraint of body and soul
Within all treasures and a found goal
She honors life in all its glory
Each moment now a complete story
And when she records with pen a line
Awakened and felt is the sublime
Who pray tell is she
She is the I introduced to the me
And in this moment of quiet reflection
She sees all of nature in full perfection
The warmth of the summer setting sun her hand does feel
And what is so distant is now and real
No greater or lesser can this Presence be
The I known here, now, in this moment to me
The deep breath of Being in great abound
In this hour of sunset the I has found.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Dusk, Photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2010-2012.


Friday, August 24, 2012

Descent No More...


Under the shroud of sleep 
Timeless moments 
Inner realms dispelling limitation 
All pervasive Being 
Above Earth's plains 
Beyond all mountains 
In flight across the heavens 
Held not by gravity 
Within the burning light 
That cannot be contained 
The shroud of sleep lifted 
And I awakened to time 
A vibrant peace 
An all sounding silence 
Knowing
I shall descent no more 
Into the lower realms 
Of deceptive thought.

~

all sound silence
all color light
all sensibilities peace
all life breath
all awareness rapture
all knowing truth
all truth beauty.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Astronomy Picture of the Day, Betelgeuse Resolved, Credit: NaCo, VLT, ESO.


Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Field of Flowers


the field of flowers
kissed by the morning dew
embraced by the warming sun
touched by the gentle winds
bathed by the grace of rain
held by the knowing earth
sweet scent of peace
sweet scent of peace.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Irises, Vincent van Gogh, 1853-1890,  Netherlands, painted this at Saint Paul-de-Mausole in Saint-Rémy-de- Provence, France in 1889. 
http://www.vangoghgallery.com/catalog/Painting/


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Across the Generations... moments of light...


Across the Generations ~ In Haiku Reflection


shared moments of light
the joy of mastery known
imagine the love.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Monday, August 20, 2012

The Poet's Pen


in answer to the calling night
be visions and words of light
in answer to the dawning day
be heartfelt expressions of THE WAY
this the poet's pen in questing revelation
this the poet's pen in homage to CREATION
words holding to the grace of rhyme
words in tribute to the gift of time
moments, days, years, decades I have lived
to the poet's pen in gratitude I do give
with pen in hand a knowing be the grace
with word a moment in reflection I to trace
heed the ever present soulful plea
let all be lovingly blessed by THEE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Image: Words...Words, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011-2012.


Friday, August 17, 2012

Harp Song of the Wind


winds blow gentle
leaves rustle in responsive grace
heard is the melody of the midnight hour
the harp song of the wind.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Harp Song of the Wind, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

...a field of dark...In Light Cast


a celestial garden of star seeds ordained
blessed they be in Creation's name
in vistas distant and so very vast
the bounty of beauty in light cast.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Astronomy Picture of the Day: Messier 5 http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap120803.html :Image Credit & Copyright: Adam Block, Mt. Lemmon SkyCenter, University of Arizona.

Friday, August 10, 2012

...and we all bleed red... haiku reflections...



Ronnie Dunn - Bleed Red 

Live at the 46th ACM Awards 2011 - YouTube

As I listened, yes, I felt the words and felt the responding expressions of my heart.. 
disciplined in its reverence... and so the five haiku reflections... 
Thank You for knowing this with me...


haiku reflections... We All Bleed Red...

we cry salty tears
our smiles known to another
and we all bleed red.

constant is the change
held be our questing spirit
and we all bleed red.

the vision so clear
the grace of a knowing wise
and we all bleed red.

we erect the walls
lay the paths, plant the gardens
and we all bleed red.

silence be our song
stillness be our joyful dance
and we all bleed red.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Photo Credit: http://www.brooks-dunn.com/story/news/first-music-from-ronnie-dunns-solo-debut

Orion...magical vista...



Stellar winds and distant stars
Sweeping waves of light afar
The splendor of Orion here told
Starbirth colors crest and enfold.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 



Orion Nebula: The Hubble View
Image Credit: NASA, ESA, M. Robberto (STScI/ESA) et al.


Thursday, August 9, 2012

Waters...



Waters bathe me in a loving embrace ever sweet
Touched by waters, this body and God's Grace meet
Cooling be the touch, nurturing be its flow
Upon farm lands, bounty to serve, to grow
Upon fields of grass, grain, and flowers in bloom to be
The delight of rain welcomed by all from sea to sea
Rain forests lush, jeweled in emerald green wondrous delight
Hold to the waters ever blessed by the glow of warming light
Shores caressed by waves cresting mighty and high
Behold the crowning rainbow across the lambent sky
Waters sigh and hold a promise ever new
This benevolence of Grace bestowed upon you.


Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


photo source: Djinn Ga Fairbairn


Monday, August 6, 2012

SECRET BE... Birth Eternal..

 



the Spirit

the Eternal
the Creation
the Resolve
the Evolution
the Truth...........................................

Haiku in Reflection

considerations
beyond measure and reason
TRUTH and GOD be known.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Blaise Pascal, musée du Louvre, Augustin Pajou, French, 1730-1809.
Blaise Pascal (1623–1662) studying the cycloid,
engraved on the tablet he is holding in his left hand;
the scattered papers at his feet are his Pensées,
the open book his Lettres provinciales.
Exhibited at the Salon of 1785; the plaster model was exhibited at the Salon of 1781.

Blaise Pascal, 1623-1662
so wrote:
"Nothing gives rest but the sincere search for truth."

"It is the heart which perceives God and not the reason.
That is what faith is: God perceived by the heart, not by the reason."

"It is incomprehensible that God should exist,
and it is incomprehensible that he should not exist."

"For after all what is man in nature?
A nothing in relation to infinity,
all in relation to nothing,
a central point between nothing
and all and infinitely
far from understanding either.
The ends of things and their beginnings are
impregnably concealed from him
in an impenetrable secret.
He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness
out of which he was drawn
and the infinite in which he is engulfed."



for more detailed information of Blaise Pascal
Telling The Stories That Matter:
Blaise Pascal, Scientist, Follower of Truth
http://www.ttstm.com/2008/08/august-19-blaise-pascal-scientist.html


Blaise Pascal, Scientist, Follower of Truth


"Blaise Pascal had a very keen mind and a tendency to apply it freely and easily to the thoughts and concerns of his day. He was born in provincial France but his mother died when he was only three years old. Consequently, his father raised him and his two sisters alone. They were taken care of but they lacked their mother and would spend many long hours yearning for her presence. Further, though they were Roman Catholic by birth and self-description their faith can best be described as nominal and insincere.Blaise found consolation, adventure, and release in mathematics. He was comfortable in the ivory tower of academia. He applied himself fully to his studies and was soon noted for his astounding brilliance and was acclaimed as a child prodigy.

He was already publishing mathematical studies and proofs as a teenager. It cannot be denied, even for a second, that Blaise was a brilliant man with a mind fit for precise calculation and consideration. He expanded the disciplines of geometry by leaps and bounds, pioneered new patterns and theories in probability, laid the groundwork for the disciplines of calculus and economics, added to knowledge about fluid dynamics, clarified thoughts concerning pressure and vacuums, helped construct a mechanical calculator, and provided other advancements to knowledge in applied sciences and mathematics. Neither his academic rigor nor his value to modern science and mathematics can be dismissed. And, yet, he found himself unfulfilled and unsatisfied by these pursuits. So--he turned to philosophy and theology hoping to find meaning.

Blaise wrote, "Nothing gives rest but the sincere search for truth." In writing this, he engaged in confession and autobiography. For Blaise, there was no rest unless it was found in truth and knowledge. He had been so trained to chase after truth that it permeated his every thought and action. Though this sounds like a good argument for ignorance, Blaise had the awareness to identify this human drive for truth. It wasn't simply a personal preoccupation he was naming, it was an innate restlessness common to all people living in a world of shadows searching for something of substance.

Blaise's much hallowed reason was justifiably dear to him but his philosophical and theological explorations led him to a place where he could see its limitations. Blaise never came to a place where he dismissed reason--as it was a valuable and important tool worthy of respect an appreciation by all--but he did, eventually, arrive at an understanding of reason rightly known--a tool (and a fallible one at that). So, even though reason was to be used continuously to analyze and consider the events and circumstances of the world, it was to be understood to be as weak as the wielder of it--in other words, reason and science aren't the problem, misuse of them is. 


For Blaise, reason was unfit for the ultimate pursuit of truth because truth was more than "the case that is" or some long list of propositions but, rather, it was a person(John 14:6). Blaise writes, "It is the heart which perceives God and not the reason. That is what faith is: God perceived by the heart, not by the reason." Further, he deduced: "It is incomprehensible that God should exist, and it is incomprehensible that he should not exist." For Blaise, reason was an incomplete tool by itself and required right use to be effective. When he attempted to fill the hole he felt, he found that reason and rationality could not persuade and were, in fact, as weak as his will to use them. 

He concluded: "For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed." This was not because he doubted reason and science but because he doubted the ability of the part of the system to understand the whole that formed it--he doubted the ability of the creation to comprehend the creator. Blaise had found the right place and limitations of not only reason but, also, himself and everybody else.

Ultimately, for Blaise, truth was found in earnest seeking after God. He experienced numerous mystical events including a healing of a woman with fistula lacrymalis and a mystical vision. It was in these moments of mystical truth that Blaise found comfort--not in his moments of great academic achievement. For a man to whom astounding intellect was a foregone conclusion, it is notable that he found his greatest satisfaction and fulfillment in the pursuit of an elusive mystery like love of enemies and redemption of broken people and sinners. It was not cold rationality that brought about Blaise's conversion to truth but, rather, the hallowed pursuit of the one who is Truth. In the end, Blaise contributed again and again to theology and philosophy and died as a Christian committed to following The Truth. He died a Christian and found the rest in the Truth that he had been seeking all those years."

Passage Credit: http://www.ttstm.com/2008/08/august-19-blaise-pascal-scientist.html

Pygmalion and Galatea



the beauty of a body blessed it be
the gift of creation bestowed upon thee
reverence to its line and form
glory to its structure and grace
the truth of BEING beyond all conceal
within love's embrace ever eternal ever real.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Pygmalion and Galatea, Jean-Léon Gérôme (French, 1824–1904),1890, Oil on canvas.


"...palette and brush - thought and intent - the way of the artist... 
structure and form - stability and grace - the way of the sculptor... 
this in beauty known - the way of the poet..." 
Rose Marie Raccioppi


Sunday, August 5, 2012

In Light Be Told


Vista ever vast and far
The brilliance of a distant star
Such majestic splendor to behold
Creation's story in light be told.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap120726.html


Saturday, August 4, 2012

Weathered and Gray


A fence rail weathered and gray
By rain, sun, storm, of many season's day 
Hear I the whispering echoes of a tree
Once a mighty bough with nesting birds it be
With purpose anew it stands ever firm
Its beauty shall we in heart discern
It holds many a tale in its present disguise
Life, time and a knowing wise.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo Credit: redandthepeanut.blogspot.com


Moon Light


brilliant be the full moon light
an indigo melody fills the night
the depths of darkness graced they be
by the light that calls to hearts and sea
tides and souls in cresting splendor
to this majesty of grace I surrender.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York