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 this the union of instruments of heart, mind, spirit, hand, of the sculptor that fashions form, line into dimensions of BEING this the musician that plays and sounds notes with instruments that call to each sensibility 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… 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

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...

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

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…


The ANGELS act and know I…


The SELF becomes and feel I…

... 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...
                             I AM 
                             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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Tuesday, November 13, 2018

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

Saturday, November 10, 2018

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... 

                               I AM
                                         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.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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

Saturday, November 3, 2018

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

Friday, November 2, 2018

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
Wild winds of spirit.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

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.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

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, ©Photo: Collectible Clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2018.

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Sunday, October 21, 2018

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

Sunday, October 7, 2018

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.

Thursday, October 4, 2018

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

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

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.

Sunday, September 30, 2018

This September Day... 🍂


September's last Sunday
The sun bright, the air pleasantly chilled
The sky a canvas of lambent blue
The quiver of grass green and lush
The dogwood tree in a crimson blush
High drifting clouds in graceful array
Such be the splendor of this September Day.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York