Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Random postings... in poetic expression... "THE FINER THINGS OF LIFE."

"Words are things, and a small drop of ink
falling like dew upon a thought
produces that which makes
thousands, perhaps millions, think." 

Lord Byron, 1788-1824

"The Finer Things of Life" 
A Compilation by H.S.
The Rosemary Booklets
Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Co. Ltd.
A collector's booklet treasure

"The Finer Things of Life," Book Photo,  Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Here in Tappan, New York ... A reflective word... as the sun sets and the rains come... BE in the PRESENCE of the moment, yet hold no resistance to the coming of the next... may the silence between each breath be known as its own expression of graceRose Marie Raccioppi 

Ah, yes, dear friends... 

'tis the joy of expression to share
met by hearts that feel the mission of care
a word, a thought, a moment's knowing wise
the daunting shall meet its delivered demise
our heart's calling calling be it ever heard
may LOVE ~ LOVE be the echoing word.

He spoke...and then the final question was asked: "Did you become YOURSELF? ... and so I question...

what Yearnings have you answered
what Oneness do you seek
what Unity have you lived
what Revelations have you welcomed

what Spirit makes itself known
what Eternal quest calls to your heart
what Love have you embraced
what Freedom do you live?

...and then the final question was asked: "Did you become YOURSELF? ... and so I question... 

...and is this be my DESTINY

what Door stands before me  
what Entry am I to make  
what Spirit calls to my soul  
what Truth is to be revealed 
what Inspiration touches this heart 
what Need is to be acknowledged  
what Yearnings am I to heed... 

I am told it is FATE... if it is so, then to thy self ask... FATE

what Freedom am I to unfold 
what Aspiration from time untold
what Treasure of self to reveal
what Eternal calling beyond conceal...  

While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.

William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was a major English Romantic poet

As I read these words of William Wordsworth, the depths of poetry were revealed, the mission of my life's work as a sound therapist, and my passion for poetic expression, became ONE. HARMONY be the questing state of BEING. This the APOGEE Paradigm, defined when I was but seven years of age as my calling, my destiny. The poet, the educator, the artist, the advocate, the activist, the exploration, the discovery, the receiving, the giving, the offerings... each and all to bring HARMONY...

Be they of...

Yielding ... to the light, the grace, the resounding pulse of Life itself.

WORD ... heart's expression...

Be it Wondrous
Be it Omnipresence
Be it Revelation
Be it Divinity


Be it Passion
Be it Expression
Be it Aspiration
Be it Calling
Be it Eternal

"The  more you practice GRATITUDE, the more you see how much there is to be grateful for, and your life becomes an ongoing celebration of joy and happiness."  don Miguel Ruiz

In GRATITUDE live...


Graces of Eternity

Bathed in the sweet nectar of divinity
Held by the graces of eternity
Feel I the Will of God's love
See I the glory of the heaven's above
Live I each breath, the giving, the receiving
Within this soul the knowing, the believing
And on to this hour, this moment at hand
Be it God's Will in loving command.

I, In FAITH... from Passion's Fire

Conspiracy, corruption and travail
Beyond aberration THE WORD to prevail
Just as the night pursues the light of day
So too, ever present be the path, THE WAY
Illusions cast as truths to be revealed
THE WORD to cast light on deceptions concealed
And known to us be our soul's desire
The PHOENIX to rise from passion's fire
From the depths of our knowing heart
This I in FAITH claim to be true
This the GRACE OF GOD on to You.

...the pleas of need be too, your story told...

In Poet's Hand

and here this pen in poet's hand
with word and faith in command
a smile, a gesture, the warming sun
a creed, a mission, a task now done
'tis not what I alone to answer nor unfold
the pleas of need be too, your story told
all awakens for the vision yet held
purpose and right intention in glory meld
a thought, a quest, with yearning real
passion and desire beyond conceal
the touch of grace, ever spirit's claim
within heart, the calling of GOD's name
and here this pen in poet's hand

with word and faith in command.

The Night's Music

The brush to hold the voice of hand
The night's music in loving command
Line and form to reveal
The call constant and real
Heed wise the Muse, 'tis counsel of soul
Creation's blessings to mark your goal
Spectrum of color from a palette divine
Immortal the quest this beckoning mine
The brush to hold the voice of hand
The night's music in loving command.

In Reflection...

To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
Robert Schumann
1810 - 1856

Stars and galaxies, vistas of splendor and glory
Within the secrets, the miracles of Creation's story
Stardust in waves of time and space
From which our spirit we to trace
Light beholden within our heart
From where love has its primal start
Known be the fire of the Creator's flame
And we the Presence of All so named.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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