... a forever Spring...

 

I look to this day of early SPRING... a freshness after the rains, the green of the grass new, the delight of the Forsythia, whose bright yellow flowers bloom before the leaves. Heard are the song bird songs from those perched on the branches of the yet barren Dogwood tree outside my window. A child of ARIES, ever newly awakened by SPRING.

SPRING reminds us that we are to be ever more diligent in our care of SELF... YES, as I have recently celebrated 84 years of age, I have taken fuller responsibility to assure my health, my vitality, my clarity of mind.. simply living according to the calling needs that the intelligence of body brings into awareness. I entertain a 'POETIC' dialogue with BEING... and so live I, Passion, Omnipresence, Evolution, Truth, I AM, Creation, with each breath, with each exchange... the receiving... the giving. Indeed ... 'a forever Spring.'

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

With Each Breath New

 

With Each Breath New

I AM the light of the dawning day

the gentle call of the wind

the sweet song bird song

the moon that calls to the tides

the sun that touches a bloom

the soaring eagle that rises above the storm

I AM the light of the dawning day

the star that shines ever so brightly

the rain that in libation gives its gift

the thunder that sounds the spirit of change

the butterfly that holds to such delicate beauty

the rose with petals softly velvet and piercing thorns

I AM the light of the dawning day

the beauty and the prowess of the white tiger

the birth child of ARIES

the silence that resounds

the secrets in revelation

the grace and dominion of intention 

I AM the light of the dawning day with each breath new.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

In Dedication, In Gratitude to Esther Dederichs

~ when proclaimed anew a gift onto SELF be known ~ 

Sunday Morning in June... At my window...

At my window...

     The gentle warmth of the sun
          The room filled with streaming brilliance
               The sweet sounding song bird song
                    The glistening leaves of the dogwood
                         The stillness of the lithe bamboo tall
                              The hush, the quietude
                                   The breath
                                         The embrace of the morning light 

                                                                    ... known be I 

                                                    ... to the Presence.

                   

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Ready for rooftops...

Prince Harry presenting 

I N V I C T U S

G A M E S

THE HAGUE, NETHERLANDS - MAY 09: Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex visits Sportcampus Zuiderpark as part of a programme of events to mark the official launch of the Invictus Games The Hague 2020 on May 9, 2019 in The Hague, Netherlands.

 (Photo by Max Mumby/Indigo/Getty Images)

As I viewed the presentation, listened to the words of Prince Harry,  conveyed and referenced to, "INVICTUS," brought into clear focus was the theme of the presentation, and the heart behind the program offerings . Touched for a myriad of reasons, I came to shed a tear of gratitude and an embracing joy. INVICTUS is a poem that for several decades has been an inspiration to me, and when shared with students of the APOGEE Paradigm™, has been equally impressive and inspiring. It is a poem penned by William Ernest Henley, 1849-1903, in response to his knowing spirit beyond pain and loss.

As you read Henley's words, as you view the presentation, feel the strength, the power, the spirit, the faith, that INVICTUS brings to BEING.

INVICTUS
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul. 

Respectfully,

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Founder/Director
APOGEE Paradigm™

And so I implore...WHO...

W H O

Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear

Is it the wind that whispers its own song
Is it the sun that warms and nourishes
Is it the moon that sheds its light
Is it the star that guides our way
Is it the seeker that searches for meaning
Is it the stranger who extends a hand
Is it the child who gives a knowing smile
Is it the heart in its pulsing quest
Is it the soul in its moment of call
Is it God in all present grace

Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

https://www.aol.co.uk/news/2019/05/09/internet-goes-wild-over-message-on-prince-harrys-jacket-as-he-r/?ncid=webmail

The Word complete

A single letter it be

You claim it as your own

As, too, to others it be known

Followed by two letters, and all is told

'Tis You and the Creator, each to behold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Founder/Director

APOGEE Paradigm™

I and I AM...

BE it so...an early evening in reflection...

The Word complete

A single letter it be

You claim it as your own

As, too, to others it be known

Followed by two letters, and all is told

'Tis You and the Creator, each to behold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Founder/Director

APOGEE Paradigm™

Blessings, Love and Praise...

Blessings, Love and Praise... Be still and know I AM... 

Psalm 46:10 New International Version (NIV) 

“Be still, and know that I am God;

I will be exalted among the nations,

I will be exalted in the earth.”

  ... to be STILL is to be in the embrace of 
Spirit, Truth, I AM, Love, Light, 
in this quest of breath ... 

 Called for is the awakening to the LIGHT... 

                        to the Love, 

                                 to the I AM, 

                                          to the Grace, 

                                                    to the Harmony, 

                                                              to the Truth... 

of breath of BEING

 heart to heart.

~

The trees that once were...

I have oak floors throughout my home… 

...they are finished only with walnut oil… 

The trees that once were...

I walk barefoot in gratitude upon the trees that once were 

that now in planks of beauty support each step I take 

yes, I feel the power, the life, 

the giving, of each oak plank below my feet 

I hear the winds in silence 

that embraced each bough, branch and leaf 

through the seasons of time

in silence I hear 

in stillness I walk 

in BEING, I AM

upon the trees that once were.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

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Photo: ©RMR, Collectible Clicks, Trees that once were, 2018.

With Each Breath New

With Each Breath New

I AM the light of the dawning day

the gentle call of the wind

the sweet song bird song

the moon that calls to the tides

the sun that touches a bloom

the soaring eagle that rises above the storm

I AM the light of the dawning day

the star that shines ever so brightly

the rain that in libation gives its gift

the thunder that sounds the spirit of change

the butterfly that holds to such delicate beauty

the rose with petals softly velvet and piercing thorns

I AM the light of the dawning day with each breath new.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Firmament, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, www.apogeeart.com 

D I R E C T I O N

D I R E C T I O N … BE it of…

Deliverance

Inspiration

Resolve

Exchange

Creativity

Truth

I AM

Oneness

Nurturance … of time, of place, of BEING…

Rose Marie Raccioppi

J O U R N E Y

At this evening hour... An account, a story read of another’s life that ended all too soon… The story presents the person's own questioning of his life so young, so wanting, to be facing an imminent death due to the ravages of cancer...he, himself a neurosurgeon in residency, questioned what was life itself, its purpose, its pain, its vision, its faith... and so in reflection...

JOURNEY

BE there the impasse 


the intersection 


of words


of biology 


of physics


of philosophy


of behavior


of aspiration 


in an ever present questing journey…

BE I the questions, the exploration, the journey of mind

BE I the daughter, the wife, the mother, the journey of role

BE I the teacher, the therapist, the journey of service

BE I the activist, the advocate, the journey of vision

BE I the poet, the artist, the journey of expression

BE I SELF known, the journey of liberation

BE I AM known, the journey of TRUTH.

BE there the impasse

the intersection

of words

of biology

of physics

of philosophy

of behavior

of aspiration

in an ever present questing journey…

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

I AM ... Proclaimed...

  

"You will also declare a thing, and it will be established for you...”
(Job 22:28, NKJV)

Dearest of Friends... Proclaim along with me...

                                                                

                                                I AM  the rising and setting sun

                                                I AM  the waxing and waning moon

                                                I AM  the ebb and flow of the tides

                                                I AM  the inhalation and the exhalation

                                                I AM  the giving and the receiving

                                                I AM  the challenge and the quest

                                                I AM  the light and the shadow

                                                I AM  the past and the NOW

                                                I AM I, the Ascension Manifest

                                                I AM  blessed BE, Birth Eternal.

In Creation's Grace,

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Awakened Faith, APOGEE Vibrational Art, http://www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012-2014.

Curtain Call...

... inspired by a calling for an ever new performance of life, this our choice... 

may we answer willingly to ENCORE...ENCORE...

Curtain Call

drama of my mind
theatre of my soul
the curtain drawn
the script written
the lines rehearsed
the drama to unfold
what illusions will seem real
what deceptions will be masked
what TRUTHS will be honored
what story will be told
am I backstage acting out a role
what lines do I repeat
what drama do I make real
what of life do I behold
what scene includes me
what scene bears me no place
what re-write is there to consider
or is all foretold
a calling heard
open the curtain
here to stand 
this the moment
I in command
illusion bears no veil
deception wears no mask
TRUTH IS and I AM.

applause
bravo
curtain call.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Curtain Call, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.