Sunday, December 30, 2018

Instrument... BEING at play...



SELF... the play of Spirit, Evolution, Love, Freedom... the very instrument of BEING... 

Instrument... • a thing used in pursuing an aim..."

Indeed it BE so... "...Learning to play an instrument is one of the most effective ways to improve the cognitive powers of the mind...." 

... be this the instrument of heart played by the poet in words of revelation, love, grace, and BEING... each letter a sounding call  heart to heart

...be this the union of instruments of heart, mind, spirit, hand, of the sculptor that fashions form, line into dimensions of BEING


...be this the musician that plays and sounds notes with instruments that call to each sensibility

...be this the vocalist that sings in joy, passion, love, and echoes the call of soul, the love within heart, the visions of what may yet be…

...be this the dancer that moves in expressive flow, grace and passion

YES, we, in an array of magical ways, are the very instruments we choose to learn to play with reverence, with love, with gratitude… the giving… the receiving… the BEING. 

APOGEE Paradigm™

Image: 40,000 year old flute from the site of Geißenklösterle made from bird bones.
Credit: The University of Tübingen.


Friday, December 21, 2018

This be the night of the Winter Solstice...



This be the night of the Winter Solstice...

I listen and hear the rain falling upon the roof
I listen and hear the wind calling to bare branch and bough
I listen and hear the shadows dance the dark and the light
I listen and hear the silence speak my heart
I listen for my pulse beckons me to hear the whispers of BEING.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet


The longest night of 2018 will be illuminated by a full moon and a meteor shower.


Sunday, December 16, 2018

Assigned to Saint Uriel


Mosaic of St. Uriel by James Powell and Sons, at St John’s Church, Boreham, Wiltshire. 1886.

I have been assigned to Saint Uriel ... indeed an accord. Archangel Uriel is known as the angel of wisdom. He shines the light of God’s truth into the darkness of confusion. Uriel means “God is my light” or "fire of God."

The faithful turn to Uriel for help seeking God’s will before making decisions, learning new information, solving problems and resolving conflicts. They also turn to him for help letting go of destructive emotions such as anxiety and anger, which can prevent believers from discerning wisdom or recognizing dangerous situations.

In art, Uriel is often depicted carrying either a book or a scroll, both of which represent wisdom. Another symbol connected with Uriel is an open hand holding a flame or the sun, which represents God’s truth. Like his fellow archangels, Uriel has an angelic energy color, in this case, red, which represents him and the work he performs. Some sources also attribute the color yellow or gold to Uriel.
Echoes...We need listen... deeply listen... Wisdom of All be known...

WISDOM OF ALL 
Oh how the mind conceives the thought
With restlessness your heart is wrought
For there is a just and kingly goal
Distant yet touching your crying soul
Be burdened not by task and deed
Lest you be lost to the greater creed
Inspired by self and the knowing within
Shall you pass the haunt, the doom of the din
Listen dear child to thy self sovereign and wise
Heed not to temptation, deception and lies
For it is the tear of joy that you shall weep
When the Promise you vow, you do keep
And when you reach and court the dream
With God's love stand thou supreme
Deception takes not your abiding soul
You have reached a kingly goal
As many may doubt and may berate
You shall prevail for love is thy fate
Guide the children, know their call
With God's tender love and wisdom of all
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
penned in 1988

Thursday, December 13, 2018

And when do you know that the artist within you is calling…

And when do you know that the artist within you is calling…

when every color sings its splendor
when every line is a pathway
when every surface is an invitation
when every configuration becomes a work in progress
when holding a brush a kingdom is known
when holding a pen a poem speaks its words
when seeing the light truth within beckons
when what IS entreats Inspired Spirit
when ascension, revelation, truth, summon the soul
when the moment is the embrace of creation
when the vision bids mastery
the calling… the calling… the calling.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
The Way of the Artist
September Morn
www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com

I was asked how do you know you are a poet... ...


I was asked how do you know you are a poet... 
I answered...
and so it is...


when you find bits of paper in your pocket bearing lines
when you realize you did not take your vitamins because you forgot to eat
when you keep writing even though the pencil point is broken
when you hear words in your heart and cannot write them fast enough
when you hear the crackle of a fallen leaf and know it is a song
when you see a smile and feel the wondrous charm of joy
when you are embraced by the MUSE that refuses to let go
when you hear silence and know it is an orchestra divine
when you grasp the lint in your pocket and feel its inspiration
when you see each season by its ceaseless cycles of grace
when you find that every expression, every gesture of nature calls your attention
when you breathe and feel the miracle of life that is you
when you sigh in delight and amazement at the poem you just completed
and so it is ... you know.



Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Monday, December 10, 2018

And so it IS... Inspired Spirit...



Revelations… the sweetness of the moment ...

The MUSE calls and hear I…

     Magic
          Unity
               Spirit
                    Evolution

The ANGELS act and know I…

     Ascension
          Nurturance
               Grace
                    Eternity
                         Love
                              Spirit

The SELF becomes and feel I…

     Splendor
          Exchange
               Love
                    Freedom
... And so it IS… Inspired Spirit…


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Words in Revelation
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York