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.

Companion Reflection

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.

This poem emerges from that threshold.

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.

Peeking Green .posted for review...

 

Peeking GREEN

“In the first tender stirrings of Spring, the soul remembers its own blossoming.”

By Rose Marie Raccioppi, Poet Laureate of Orangetown, New York — Illuminating the sacred pulse of life through word and wonder

Introduction

Spring has forever been my teacher — a whisperer of renewal, a herald of becoming. From childhood to this very breath, the first peeking green has stirred in me a knowing: that life, in its quietest gestures, reveals the sacred. This poem is an offering of that knowing — a celebration of presence, of gratitude, and of the divine pulse that moves through all things.

Peeking GREEN

From days of Spring of my early years, to this very moment, there be a supernal joy from a budding leaf, a budding flower— a dance known within my very soul of BEING. Yes, I, a child born of Spring, of ARIES, of passion, in an ever‑present pulsing call, moment by moment, and so the artist, the poet, the visionary, breath by breath.

Peeking GREEN Perceived joy in this moment real A sense of oneness I shall not conceal The lilting exuberance, the embracing calm Life in all its blossoming, its abundance, its wondrous charm This moment barren of loss, fear, regret or sorrow Holds the promise of BEING, this hour, this day, a tomorrow Behold this moment that is known, and we now to share REJOICE in the MAKER, HE, the light and gift of our care. This spirit, this soul, this life bequeathed to You, to me Ever was, ever is and eternally, shall BE The peeking green, of daffodils yet to arrive in place Hail I delight, for such flowering GOD's gifts of grace.

— Rose Marie Raccioppi

Closing Note

May this moment of “peeking green” awaken in each reader a remembrance of their own becoming — the quiet stirrings, the tender unfoldings, the divine breath that calls us toward light. May we greet each new blossoming, within and around us, with gratitude, wonder, and the joy of simply BEING.

About This Poem

“Peeking GREEN” emerges from a lifelong devotion to the quiet miracles of Spring — the first leaf, the first bud, the first breath of warmth that stirs both memory and spirit. As a child of Spring and of Aries, I have always felt the season’s pulse as a call to creativity, presence, and praise. This poem is an offering of that call: a celebration of oneness, gratitude, and the divine grace revealed in every new blossoming.

Author Bio

Rose Marie Raccioppi is the Poet Laureate of Orangetown, New York, the celebrated APOGEE Poet, and a 2021 New York State Assembly “Woman of Distinction,” honored for her community service, her advocacy for the differently abled, and her devoted role in uplifting the arts.

Her work spans poetry, painting, education, and the healing arts, each guided by a reverence for the sacred interplay between the human soul and the natural world. Through her APOGEE Acu‑Tone® practice and her lifelong commitment to the arts, she supports others in finding harmony, clarity, and creative awakening.

A child of Spring and of Aries, she writes from a place of elemental knowing — where blossoming, becoming, and divine presence meet. Her poetry invites readers into moments of presence, wonder, and renewal.

— Rose Marie Raccioppi • Poet Laureate • Illuminating the sacred pulse of life through word and wonder

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An AWAKENING

 Listen I, and hear I. the plea for an awakening...

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Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York