Monday following EASTER

 

Late Morning ~ the Monday following Easter ~ here in New York

To the glimmers of a lambent firmament on high

The sun beholden to the glory of a clear blue sky

See I, the tiny buds of bloom upon branch and bough

Held by creation's supernal grace, a blessed vow

The Easter Rising pulses the heart with passion and praise

The present hour, the grace, the rising of our days

In prayerful words, petitioned is the light to come

For felt is the GLORY, LORD and GOD, 

THY WILL BE DONE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

PHOTO: CAR: Collectible Clicks. Easter Bloom, Tappan, New York, MAMA in delight at Washington Headquarters, memorial Historic Park.

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Nearing the Sunset Hour this Easter Day in Tappan, New York

 All with BLESSINGS 

All with JOY

 

Nearing the Sunset Hour this Easter Day 

in Tappan, New York

Behold the gift of the setting light 

in celebration of the 

RISEN CHRIST

A Supernal Bouquet of jeweled tones, bloom, beauty,

sacred geometry in PRAISE.

~ A Kaleidoscopic Happening ~

This gift in GLORY onto All

Behold the blessings of light and love

This our LORD from heavens above

Known be the grace of our day in beauty shown

In PRESENCE our sacred majesty be ever known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Kalid: 172022_3, CAR, AM, Collectible Clicks,

©Rose Marie Raccioppi

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An AWAKENED calling

 

Three days marked on the calendar since my Birth of 88 years in Celebration. And so I offer meaning anew...

An AWAKENED calling ...

gone the echoes and laments of days past

anew BE this mind, this heart, within soul cast

a child of the universe and Creation's grace

ever evolving within the depths of soul's place

confront and resolve be the calling command

within this faith held is libation's hand

nature's knowing and guidance true

life in new splendor brought on to you

shackled no more for I am free as the wind

silent no more for I am the thunderous storm

despairing no more for I am the dawning day

thirsty no more for I am lakes and rivers clear

lost no more for I am each guiding star

confined no more for I am vistas wide and far

hungry no more for I am bounty and harvest divine

this the awakened faith mine

the awakened

the awakened

the awakened faith mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Author's Note:

Faith is visionary. 

It embodies light 

it rises from the depths of self and soul, 

awakening to its inner calling and sovereignty.

There are moments in a life — rare, unbidden, and wholly transformative — when time itself seems to pause and offer passage. As I marked the three days surrounding my eighty‑eighth birthday, I felt the stirring of an inner summons. It was as if the soul, long in dialogue with memory, experience, and the unseen currents of creation, rose to speak with new clarity.

The echoes of the past, come forward unshackled. What calls is the elemental truth of being — wind, storm, dawn, water, star, vista, harvest — each a metaphor for the infinite resources that dwell within.

Faith, as I have come to know it, is the light that rises from the depths of one’s own soul. It is the courage to confront, to resolve, to release, and to claim anew. It is the celebration of the ever‑evolving self. It is the resounding voice that calls, AWAKENED.

 

💜🧡 The Color Frequencies of My March Bloom

A Reflection on 88, Early Spring, and the Crocus

88 is a number of rare symmetry — a doubling of infinity, a mirrored continuum, a life that has come full circle while still opening outward. In numerology, 88 is the vibration of mastery, wisdom, and renewal. It speaks of a soul who has lived deeply, learned profoundly, and now stands at a threshold where past and future meet in harmony. It is the number of continuing abundance, of cycles repeating with greater clarity and grace.

How fitting that this birthday arrives in March, the month of first blooms — when the earth stirs, the light returns, and the earliest flowers dare to rise through the cold. Early spring blooms are symbols of courage, rebirth, and the quiet insistence of life. They appear before the world is ready, before warmth is certain, before winter has fully released its grip. They are nature’s declaration that renewal is not only possible, but inevitable.

Among these heralds of spring, the crocus stands as one of the most ancient and meaningful. It is often the very first to bloom, sometimes pushing through frost or snow. The crocus is a symbol of:

• Awakening

• Light returning

• The soul remembering its own light

• The promise of new beginnings

And then there are the colors — violet and orange — the very frequencies of my March birth.

💜 Violet — The Crown, the Supernal

Violet is the color of intuition, insight, and spiritual clarity. It is the hue of the crown chakra, the place where the earthly self meets the eternal. Violet blooms whisper of wisdom, dignity, and the quiet radiance of a life lived with depth. They carry the energy of transformation — the ability to rise above, to see beyond, to understand the unseen.

🧡 Orange — The Sacral, the Primordial

Orange is the color of vitality, creativity, and the joy of embodiment. It is the sacral frequency — the spark of life, the warmth of emotion, the fire of renewal. Orange blooms speak of courage, enthusiasm, and the pleasure of simply being alive. They are the pulse of Spring itself.

💜🧡 Together — A Complete Spectrum of Being

Violet and orange are opposites on the color wheel, yet together they form a rare and powerful harmony:

• Spirit and body

• Wisdom and vitality

• Reflection and celebration

• The eternal and the immediate

This pairing mirrors the essence of turning 88 — a moment where the highest and deepest parts of my life meet in balance.

And so the crocus — blooming in violet and orange — a signature, a symbol, a message from the earth itself:

I am still blooming. 

I am still rising. 

I am still radiant in my colors.

YES, a perfect reflection for my 88th birthday in March — a season of first blooms, returning light, and the beauty of beginnings.

💜🧡 All with delight,

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Photo: George Washington Headquarters, Tappan, New York, RE: CAR, Crocus, First Blooms of Spring, March 2026.

First Blooms...88th Birthday in Celebration...

This my 88th Birthday in Celebration

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The delights of March in first blooms, colors that mark the very color frequencies of my March Birth ,,, Violet and Orange... Violet of the crown, the supernal, Orange of the sacral plexus, the primordial, This my 88th Birthday in Celebration

Photo: George Washington Headquarters, Tappan, New York, RE: CAR, Crocus, First Blooms of Spring, March 2026.

Awakened Faith

Awakened Faith, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 

www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Awakened Faith

...the flame within

gone the echoes and laments of days past

anew BE this mind, this heart, within soul cast

a child of the universe and Creation's grace

ever evolving within the depths of soul's place

confront and resolve be the calling command

within this faith held is libation's hand

nature's knowing and guidance true

life in new splendor brought on to you

shackled no more for I am free as the wind

silent no more for I am the thunderous storm

despairing no more for I am the dawning day

thirsty no more for I am lakes and rivers clear

lost no more for I am each guiding star

confined no more for I am vistas wide and far

hungry no more for I am bounty and harvest divine

this the awakened faith mine

the awakened

the awakened

the awakened faith mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Author's Note:

Faith is visionary. It embodies light and rises from the depths of self and soul, awakening to its inner calling and sovereignty.

 

PARTICIPANT ~ A Word in Revelation

We Breathe, We are a PARTICIPANT… feel, love, know, BE ~ Birth Eternal… to…

Passion Ascension Revelation Truth Inspiration Creation I AM Peace Awareness Nurture Trust

These words rise as a spiral of becoming — each a movement of Spirit, each a gesture of consciousness, each a call to the Eternal within the Self.

How Each Stage Appears in Daily Life

Passion The call that warms the heart and calls forth purpose.

Ascension The rise of perception that brings clarity and expansion.

Revelation The unveiling that illuminates what has always been present.

Truth The resonance of authenticity, the alignment of being.

Inspiration The breath of Spirit guiding thought, feeling, and creation.

Creation The shaping of intention into form, the artistry of daily life.

I AM The center of presence, the still point of pure Being.

Peace The harmony that steadies the heart and calms the mind.

Awareness The light behind perception, the spaciousness of understanding.

Nurture The devotion to growth, the gentle tending of body, mind, and spirit.

Trust The openness to life’s unfolding, the confidence in the wisdom of the path.

Each stage appears as a living invitation — a call to participate, a call to perceive, a call to breathe with intention.

The Artistry of Participation

These explorations, these considerations, these revelations set the tones by which we become PARTICIPANTS.

It is the calling of the WORD, the steps of the DANCE, the brush strokes upon a CANVAS, the hand of the sculptor unveiling form, creating STRUCTURE —BEAUTY Inspired Spirit in expression.

The BEAUTY, the TRUTH of GOD, of SELF — each a PARTICIPANT, each a sacred prod.

Our Evolution is our Participation. As we live, as we perceive, as we breathe, we give expression to what is — to the presence that calls us, to the grace that moves us, to the eternal that holds us.

The Fivefold Affirmation

PRAISE is the accord. GLORY is the light. TRUTH is the supernal. BEAUTY is the grace. ETERNAL is the presence.

These are the pillars of the living Self, the harmonies of Spirit in expression, the revelations that guide the heart.

GOD and SELF in Praise and Glory

GOD and SELF stand in radiant unity — each recognizing the other, each revealing the other, each expressing the other.

Words lived, words revealed, words calling to TRUTH, to BEAUTY, to the ETERNAL.

BE THIS KNOWN

Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Poet, Words in Revelation.