L O V E

When asked how would I define this undefinable word...

    I journeyed deep into the personal feeling of LOVE 
        as it has become known to me… 

           and so LOVE ... 
               the Longing for the Omnipresence in Vistas Eternal... 
                    all pervasive, 
                          all within the calling to soul, 
                              the beckoning to heart, 
                                  the beauty of Breath and BEING as ONE 
                                       and as ONE onto ANOTHER. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

It is of interest to note that in numerology . 

L O V E bears the composite number 9 ~ 

denoting completion... and indeed it be so.

Green Frog... a Prince within heart

In all things of Nature, there is something of the marvelous.

~ Aristotle ~

And so there it is... a visitor that has taken up residence in my garden pond... 

be this the magic of the Frog Prince made known to me in a story. 

When 5 years of age, my Godmother read the tale of The Frog Prince.. being told that LOVE expressed and the affection of a kiss transformed the Frog back to the Prince he was meant to be... the Frog became the call for LOVE and TRANSFORMATION... A theme that is ever held in heart with loving JOY.

Green Frog... a Prince within heart

Ever the soul's bequest be known
Ever the love of life be shown
Ever the act and action of Spirit's call
Ever the right intention of care for ALL
Ever the mission of noble deed
Ever the TRUTH be the creed
Ever the grace and gratitude hailed
Ever the blessings of GOD upon us prevail

Ever the LOVE in a tale be told

Ever the magic to unfold

Ever the marvel be it shown

Ever the garden in wondrous known

A green frog in visitation this day

Nature ~ Nature at its favored play.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Frog Prince in Visitation, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2021.

...captivating surrender...sleep...lucid dream...

night be the hour
tranquility be the moment
blue be its blush
the night in full bloom
a celestial garden of blue
the dark beckons
drift I into raven enfolds
suspended and embraced
captivating surrender
behold I a cosmic dance 
floret firmament of sleep
floret firmament of sleep.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Floret Sleep ~ Lucid Dream, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 

The Sounding Light Collection, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2021.

To the Winds They Dance...

Imagine the delight

if we were to be in spontaneous expression 

of the words of heart felt lovingly 

moment to moment

we would be as the flowers

to the winds they dance 

to the light they praise

to the sun they bloom

holding to the glory and beauty 

of the ever present NOW.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: courtesy posting

We question... WHAT BE...

what be the purpose of words to share

but to know of one's heart expressing care

what be the purpose of banner and praise

but to bring celebration to our gift of days

what be the purpose to guide and teach

but to know that beauty and truth are within our reach

what be the purpose to know of time, space and measure

but to account for life's perceived treasure

what be the purpose to know of vistas so very far

but to know that we too hold the light of a star

what be the purpose to know of history and time's story

but to understand the ever present quest for power and glory

what be the purpose of drama and stage

but to act out the calling of soul, time and age

what be the purpose of music, dance and a song to sing

but to know the pulsing our hearts do bring

what be the purpose to draw, paint, sculpt, to hold a vision divine

but to revere and mark in splendor a life yours, a life mine

what be the purpose of holding accord of word and deed

but to live the honor of our days as a blessed creed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Genesis, APOGEE Vibrational Art, The Sounding Light Collection, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi

A Birth ~ Destiny Unfolds...

Touch

a treasure,  be it tender, be it bold

be it magical in a story told 

a gentle grasp around fingers mine

a touch that holds memories of time 

and now in blessings touched be clay

the hand guided by heart’s way

the touch of truth and beauty as one

this the calling of my blessed son

his birth in devotional grace unfolds 

his touch, his vision, each to mold

the fluid beauty of one so delicate and fair

held in clay with soul’s supernal care.

Happy Birthday 

Christopher Angelo Raccioppi 

July 10, 2021

Ever with love,

Mom

In Hallowed Play

In Hallowed Play 

The rains in abundance the garden received

Nature in its wondrous grace conceived

And the morning with a light rising anew

Brings this gift touched by drops of dew

Such beauty birthed from the waters divine

Such splendor from earth’s gifts of time

Behold the white petals and center of gold

Be this the Creator’s story told

Such joy is felt in a pond  bloom this day

Libation and earth in hallowed play.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

Photo: Water Lily ~ Garden Pond, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2021. 

What comes to BE ~ a Birth Eternal

YES… the MUSE makes its presence known. This the moment to hush the clamor, to rise above task and deed, to allow what flows within you to be honored by its expression.  Passion, palette and brush unrestrained, words as pulsations of heart… and so "Moment of Freedom" comes to BE - a Birth Eternal. 

This painting occupies a wall that is seen upon entry to the APOGEE Acu-Tone™ Sound Sanctuary. Ever felt is the beckoning of the MUSE, the drama of the paint, the palette in its offerings of tone, of shade, of texture, of light. The inner call in resounding silence, be it heard.

Moment of FREEDOM

The shedding of shackles and confine

This quest of spirit and mind

The moment of birthing freedom sought

Beyond the illusion suppression has taught

The reach to the God within

To vanquish each false sin

With brush and paint I to proclaim

This Moment of Freedom in Truth's name

Peaks and flames of passion and desire

The light and glory of Spirit's known fire.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Moment of Freedom, 2002, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi, http://www.apogeeart.com

Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence (from The Concert in Central Park)

WE the PEOPLE are NOT TO BE TAKEN by the SILENCE

Listen to the prophesy of the words

feel the plea

~ Independence Day, July 4, 2021 ~

Let us fill the S I L E N C E ~ with Spirit, with an IAM presence, with an enduring Love, with an Evolutionary grace, with an embracing Nurturance, with the Creator's guidance, with an Eternal light. 

Allow the SILENCE, letter by letter, sound by sound  

to be a resounding 

GLORIA.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Paradigm™

Lyrics

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light, I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you"

But my words, like silent raindrops fell

And echoed

In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls"

And whispered in the sound of silence

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Paul Simon

The Sound of Silence lyrics © Paul Simon Music

Words that Inspired the Defining of America ~ Declaration of Independence in 1776.

In Celebration of Freedom's Call  

Words that Inspired the Defining of America… 

those of heart, of conviction, of right intention, of respect, of honor, of freedom.

LET US REJOICE

~ Freedoms in Celebration ~ Liberation held dear ~ 

Happy 4th of July to All

Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, and John Adams

draft the Declaration of Independence in 1776.

Painting: Jean Leon Gerome Ferris, Library of Congress

FREEDOM in letters be it known....

Faith

Resolve

Evolution

Eternal

Deliverance

Omnipresence

Manifest 

                                                           what IS  ~ Inspired Spirit.

                                                                                  

Rose Marie Raccioppi

A Call

 

A Call

the earth prevails

    the waters flow

        the sun shines

            the winds blow

                each moment

                    an offering

                        a constant

                            a change

                                a call to BE ~ Birth Eternal

a passion

    a knowing

        a vision

           a quest

               a plan

                   willful

                        focused

                            determined

                                 a call to what IS ~ Inspired Spirit.

                                                                       

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Work of Art: This Night’s Music, 

APOGEE Vibrational Art,

 The Sounding Light Collection, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi. 

Be I a Night Rider of the Spirit ... on a magical chariot of BEING. 

Whimsical be my style when the palette dares me to create.
Yes, ride I the "Night's Music" when the solitude of the hour calls for an awakening. 

So fully AWAKE...

 to the Aspiration, to the Wondrous, to the Ascension, to the Knowing, to the Eternal 

that calls to SOUL.... and so the pen to word, the brush to paint, marks, simply marks...
configurations that pulse the heart.

~