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. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Paradigm™

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

Credit: The University of Tübingen.

https://www.livescience.com/20563-ancient-bone-flute.html

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.

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.

...and more is said:  https://www.thoughtco.com/how-to-recognize-archangel-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

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

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

An offering... this from the depths of SELF...

The "No," the "Impossible," the "Doubt," the "Fear," the "Procrastination" ... YES, we are to bring RESISTANCE to transformation. Let each letter call to the alchemic change for our Golden Light Realized... be it...

   

                             Revelation
                             Evolution 
                             Spirit 
                             I AM 
                             Source 
                             Truth 
                             Ascension
                             Nurturance 
                             Creation 
                             Exchange unto SELF.

Welcome the MUSE, the Passion, the Fire, the Intent, the Quest, the Destiny, the Vision, the Knowing, the BEING in expressive joy and glory.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Words in Revelation

APOGEE Paradigm™

Stoking the Fire Within...

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Awakened to the Rising Sun

The gift of this hour...

Awakened to the rising sun

To the song bird song

To the whispers of the wind

To the flutter of leaves in flight

To the rain in libation’s grace

As I listen yet another part of me hears

As I look yet another part of me sees

As I breathe the whole of me is known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

#gift #songbird #rosemarieraccioppi #poet_laureate #listen #look #breathe

In Loving Tribute... in heartfelt gratitude... YES, Hail to Our Veterans...

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To Its Vow...

The sky lambent and brilliant with light... Shimmering be the leaves taken by the wind in flight... 

A moment, a pause,
B L E S S I N G... 

     Beauty
          Love
               Eternity
                     Spirit
                          Splendor
                               I AM
                                    Nurturing
                                         Grace .... 
                                             the PRESENCE of NOW... 
                                                the season of Fall 
                                                   holding to its vow...

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

This Gift of Time...

Creation's gems of red and gold

Treasures of the season with a story told

Surrender they do to the winds that call

Leaves in a crescendo anew, 'tis Fall

Hold they to the sun's light and grace

Soon a blanket upon ground they place

Below my feet sweet rustle be heard

Feel I, the blessings of God's WORD

For change and light be this gift of time

This season yours, this season mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Dogwood at my Door, 2018 ©Collectible clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi.

Golden Bounty

The sun held in golden hues of light

Alchemic beauty, harvest, bloom, leaves in flight

Textures, forms, the Creator’s grace

The wondrous of all in Autumn’s embrace

To Old Hook Farm, pure savor found ever anew

'Tis this golden bounty, bounty gifted onto you

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Autumn’s Array

Autumn’s Array

Red ruby gems in Autumn’s array

Leaves in splendor of color this very day

The jewels of season’s grace fall from the tree

Carried by the wind upon walk settled they be.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

She to SELF...Wild Winds of Spirit

She to SELF...Wild Winds of Spirit 

Wild winds of spirit

Passions unleashed

She soars to vistas unknown

Lucid dreams of distant galaxies

Worlds in rhythmic motion

Sounds silent, sweet, thunderous

Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing

Within her a vibrant chord

She beckons, she calls deliverance 

She to SELF…she to SELF

FREE …FREE… FREE

Wild winds of spirit.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Efes Antik Kent Nike Heykeli

This relief marks the late Roman period, the 4th and 5th centuries BC. In the right hand is a palm, in the left hand is held a wreath from a bay leaf. The goddess represents speed and power; Nike has the ability to run and fly free. Nike is the embodiment of the concept of victory, the goddess of victory.

According to Hesiodos, she was born of Stylus, the daughter of Pallas and Okeanos. Nike is shown as a young girl with wings, flying feee and gliding from heaven. Nike is also one of the leading names of Athena, ammong the most depicted immortals in sculptures and paintings.

And I at a WOOD TABLE...

The wood table holds the divine signature of the tree
Shades of russet brown in markings of age before me
The quiet beauty of time and strength in grace to greet
Lines, waves of grain, where branch and bough did meet
I behold the majesty abiding in its humility and glory
The towering oak tree, a table with its calling calling story.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Dinning Room, The Table of Oak, CAR ©Photo: Collectible Clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2018.
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Gifted to Me...

A bouquet of flowers gifted to me

The colors of Fall in splendor be

The light held, joyous be its embrace

Blooms of beauty within heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

A Season of Change... the calling wind...

A season of change... emergent colors... 

leaves taken by the calling wind...and I...🍂

past shallow waters

to the depths of BEING

past pretense and fear

to the depths of TRUTH

past the silence

to the expressive WORD

past reprisals and judgments

to the grace, the knowing, the beauty of SELF

the SELF as Spirit, Evolution, Love, Freedom

this in each breath of BEING

this in each breath of BEING...

A season of change... emergent colors... 

leaves taken by the calling wind.🍂

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

photo: GOOGLE : courtesy posting.

Andrea Bocelli, Matteo Bocelli - Ven a Mi

Words that call to heart

From which memories shall not depart

Reflections of days gone past

A Father, a Son, in beauty cast

Words in song of loving grace

Within within our souls we place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Grant not power to these demons of dark...

These words from heart to speak the soul…  

The petitioner's plea is heard, the poet responds...

Grant not power to these demons of dark

Hush hush their haunts erase their mark

Be free of judgments and reprisals cruel

Truth and Spirit of Self in light anew to rule

Addict me not to a false quieting of the pain I feel

Make the liberation from a shadowed self a beauty real

Mask not these agonies of the abiding soul

No longer allow deception to demand a toll

Pay not the price of life relegated to sorrow

Live the promise held within each tomorrow

Depression be not a donned cloak of despair

Hold the Faith yet borne of God's loving care

The gift of life and power of will in your story be told

Hail each breath, the cleansing, 'tis the alchemist's gold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

And so let us all be open to hear the "words and ideas" ...

that we are yet to reveal to ourselves for the deepest of liberation.