PARTICIPANT ~ A Word in Revelation

We Breathe, We are a PARTICIPANT… feel, love, know, BE ~ Birth Eternal… to…

Passion Ascension Revelation Truth Inspiration Creation I AM Peace Awareness Nurture Trust

These words rise as a spiral of becoming — each a movement of Spirit, each a gesture of consciousness, each a call to the Eternal within the Self.

How Each Stage Appears in Daily Life

Passion The call that warms the heart and calls forth purpose.

Ascension The rise of perception that brings clarity and expansion.

Revelation The unveiling that illuminates what has always been present.

Truth The resonance of authenticity, the alignment of being.

Inspiration The breath of Spirit guiding thought, feeling, and creation.

Creation The shaping of intention into form, the artistry of daily life.

I AM The center of presence, the still point of pure Being.

Peace The harmony that steadies the heart and calms the mind.

Awareness The light behind perception, the spaciousness of understanding.

Nurture The devotion to growth, the gentle tending of body, mind, and spirit.

Trust The openness to life’s unfolding, the confidence in the wisdom of the path.

Each stage appears as a living invitation — a call to participate, a call to perceive, a call to breathe with intention.

The Artistry of Participation

These explorations, these considerations, these revelations set the tones by which we become PARTICIPANTS.

It is the calling of the WORD, the steps of the DANCE, the brush strokes upon a CANVAS, the hand of the sculptor unveiling form, creating STRUCTURE —BEAUTY Inspired Spirit in expression.

The BEAUTY, the TRUTH of GOD, of SELF — each a PARTICIPANT, each a sacred prod.

Our Evolution is our Participation. As we live, as we perceive, as we breathe, we give expression to what is — to the presence that calls us, to the grace that moves us, to the eternal that holds us.

The Fivefold Affirmation

PRAISE is the accord. GLORY is the light. TRUTH is the supernal. BEAUTY is the grace. ETERNAL is the presence.

These are the pillars of the living Self, the harmonies of Spirit in expression, the revelations that guide the heart.

GOD and SELF in Praise and Glory

GOD and SELF stand in radiant unity — each recognizing the other, each revealing the other, each expressing the other.

Words lived, words revealed, words calling to TRUTH, to BEAUTY, to the ETERNAL.

BE THIS KNOWN

Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Poet, Words in Revelation.

…by the ONE so named

 

....by the ONE so named

A stillness, a calm, the air chilled and awakening it be

Trees, branches, and bough, gifts from the grace of thee

This celestial gift before me in benediction I to receive

The wondrous by the Creator in glory to conceive

A silence in this motionless moment of BEING divine

Such be the savor of the morning light, this the gift of time

This season of winter to embrace my blessed abode

Each day, each moment, there be a story to be told

Sweet be the song of wind upon the melodious chime

The gifts of barren trees, light, shadow and wintertime

The All becomes known in each breath proclaimed

The GLORY, the GRACE, the LIGHT, 

by the ONE so named.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Birth ~ Death... and so it is asked... what be the purpose ... and so in reflective dialogue...

 

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

what be the purpose of each passing day

but to live in grandeur the blessings of THE WAY.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Sunset Hour this Easter Day in Tappan

Nearing the Sunset Hour this Easter Day in Tappan, New York

the gift of the setting light in celebration of the RISEN CHRIST

a Supernal Bouquet of jeweled tones, bloom, beauty, 

sacred geometry in PRAISE.

~ A Kaleidoscopic Happening ~ 

the gift in GLORY onto ALL

Behold the blessings of light and love

This our LORD from heavens above

Known be the grace of our day in beauty shown

In PRESENCE our sacred majesty be ever known.

~click image for fuller view~

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Kalid: 172022_3, CAR, AM, Collectible Clicks, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi

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Live I

 Live I

live I with roots and wings

be they of visions

in purposes defined

in dreams yet dreamed

be I the anchor

be I the sail

a pause, a breath, a BEING.

and so... we sail

we greet the rising and setting SUN 

the way of waters becomes known 

the calm, the fury, the gentle 

the thunderous cresting waves

the ebb and flow 

and our glory, our blessed glory 

resounds in the pulsing of our hearts.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Phots: By the Sea, PFR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2009.

In Response to HONOR ~ In Poet's Hand

In response to HONOR 

A Proclamation bestowed upon 

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate, Orangetown, New York.

... and so...

In Poet's Hand

and here this pen in poet's hand

with word and faith in command

a smile, a gesture, the warming sun

a creed, a mission, a task now done

'tis not what I alone to answer nor unfold

the pleas of need be too, your story told

all awakens for the vision yet held

purpose and right intention in glory meld

a thought, a quest, with yearning real

passion and desire beyond conceal

the touch of grace, ever spirit's claim

within heart, the calling of GOD's name

and here this pen in poet's hand

with word and faith in command.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

It has been said...

"Throughout the ages, the language of poetry has held a special power to lend us courage, to give us the vision of those who endured and to hazard ourselves boldly in the world we inhabit. The insights and imagery of poetry can take us beyond any small perimeter we have made for ourselves. Once we establish ourselves at this conversational frontier, we find ourselves living amidst revelation, the recipients of visible and invisible help we could not previously recognize."

Institute of Noetic Sciences, "Clear Mind Wild Heart,"

Finding Courage and Clarity through Poetry, David Whyte. 

Outside My Window

a canvas to behold

nature in artistry divine

the white of the sky

illumed by the brilliance

of the sun's light

this so magically cast

upon the white blossoms

of the dogwood tree

as the glistening leaves

of the lithe bamboo

hold to tones of green

in reflective splendor

this outside my window

a gallery of glory.

the window open

hear I the serenade

songbirds near and far

feel I the warming sun

my words, echoes

of a heart touched

by nature's canvas

alchemic strokes of light

this hour beheld.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

WHAT

and what does a poet do

to make her soul known to you

her words held within time and deed

be this her love and sacred creed

melodies majestic she in silence sings

in honor of what each breath does bring 

a moment to savor be it the NOW

with pen and paper she fulfills a vow

to take reflection and its known call

heed well the Glory, the Presence, the All.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

Image: Poetry, in acknowledgment by Blue Mountain.

Moment of FREEDOM... and so proclaimed anew July 5, 2020

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

When we live, feel, touch within ourselves the knowing of liberation, so be that Moment of FREEDOM... with all its fervor, with all its fire, with all its passion, with all that IS ~ Inspired Spirit ~ free to rejoice, free of life threatening disease, free of all that oppresses, free from misunderstandings,  free to know God,  free to BE ~ Birth Eternal onto SELF.

...by the O N E

A stillness, a calm, the air chilled and awakening it be

Trees, branches, and bough, reaching to the light before me

Sky of lambent blue so brilliantly clear, supernal indeed

This celestial gift before me in benediction I to receive 

A silence in this motionless moment of BEING  divine

Such be the savor of the morning light, this the gift of time

This season of winter to embrace my blessed abode

Each day, each moment, there be a story to be told 

The All becomes known in each breath of SELF proclaimed

GLORY, GRACE, LIGHT, by the ONE so named.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

When SPRING bears its gift

When SPRING bears its gift, a sweet sigh

Blessings of Creation, rooted, in bloom set free

So too, each life on its destined journey

Through each season of change

Sing in PRAISE and GLORY

For within our hearts, within our souls, a sacred story.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

SPRING bears its gift, photos: CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.

G L O R Y ...

YES... Ours is a G L O R Y to be known... feel the ...

          Grace 

               Love 

                   Omnipresence 

                        Resurrection

                             Yielding... to the call of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

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

An October Moment

the gentle chill of early fall

the touch of orange and crimson

leaves rustle whispers to the soft wind

the yet green grass lush and sweetly fragrant

the bloom of flowers in gem tones

yellow sapphire, red garnet, orange carnelian

in the near distance sculptures of angels

herald they their song of praise 

cascading vines embrace the weathered wood fence

waters sounding as they fall to the pond

to the delight of the swimming koi

a walk to the garden

holding to the magic of fairy tales and stories of wonder

an interlude as the sunset hour is soon to be

an October moment reminds us of the summer that was

and the fall in all its presence of glory

in all its presence of glory.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

The Burning Paper

"And all shall be well and.. All manner of thing shall be well.. 

When the tongues of flame are in-folded.. 

Into the crowned knot of fire.. 

And the fire and the rose are one.” ~ T.S. Eliot

The body calling to its soul

A recounting, a recording

Words upon paper

And so delivered

Be the din of despair

The lament of betrayal

The echoing haunts of pain

Hushed they be 

By the consuming flames of faith

Burn Burn

The rising light alluringly alchemic

The sense of SELF newly embraced

This the Phoenix of BEING

Glory Glory hails the soul

The deep breath newly NOW

The deep breath newly NOW.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

APOGEE Vibrational Art, Flames of Faith, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2015.

Cloak of Dawn... Threads of Time...

Threads of time, experiences, thoughts, visions, within the moment, 

within each season of change... ever the Cloak of Dawn...

we gave a cry and all rejoiced for this our birth complete
we are our first steps greeted with open arms
our first word that brought an admiring smile...

trace the years and their memories await anew
a montage, a kaleidoscope, of one's life view
sounds, impressions, of place time and moments sweet
where our dreams and our days come to meet
praise, punishment, joy and pain come to define
a life known as rightly yours, a life lived as mine
and what brings reason to pause this very day
but the wondrous Creation given by Life along its way
decades of moons have brought mystery and delight
magical be this waxing and waning of Creation's light
and so this heart, this soul, in time's grasp and claim
be held in the spirit and glory of our Creator's name
be it of yesterdays or days yet, and dreams enfold
each new gaze, a breath, a sigh, be this our story told
with threads of time cloak of dawn we weave
be it the warp and weft of Divinity conceived.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown,  New York

Cloak of Dawn, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Awakened

day's awakening
eternal sunrise of soul
rejoice in glory.

gone the echoes and laments of days past

anew BE this mind, this heart, within soul cast
a child of the universe and Creation's grace
ever evolving within the depths of soul's place
confront and resolve be the calling command
within this faith held is libation's hand
nature's knowing and guidance true
life in new splendor brought on to you
shackled no more for I am free as the wind
silent no more for I am the thunderous storm
despairing no more for I am the dawning day
thirsty no more for I am lakes and rivers clear
lost no more for I am each guiding star
confined no more for I am vistas wide and far
hungry no more for I am bounty and harvest divine
this the awakened faith mine
the awakened
the awakened
the awakened faith mine. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Awakened, Photo, PFR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

...through the night... The Quest of Light

The enfold of silence and sweet slumber greet
Where dreams and awakenings ever to meet
The vistas traveled all near all far
To galaxies and a distant star
Spirit in flight across the sky
In the firmament above, above so high
Known be the glory, the quest of light
The pursuit of Spirit through the night.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Astronomy Picture of the Day
Andromeda
http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap090917.html

This Hour of Sunset

No earrings, bracelets, necklaces or rings need she bear
Yet fully adorned and crowned in God’s loving care
Free of shackles and constraint of body and soul
Within all treasures and a found goal
She honors life in all its glory
Each moment now a complete story
And when she records with pen a line
Awakened and felt is the sublime
Who pray tell is she
She is the I introduced to the me
And in this moment of quiet reflection
She sees all of nature in full perfection
The warmth of the summer setting sun her hand does feel
And what is so distant is now and real
No greater or lesser can this Presence be
The I known here, now, in this moment to me
The deep breath of Being in great abound
In this hour of sunset the I has found.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Dusk, Photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2010-2012.

Awakened

day's awakening
eternal sunrise of soul
rejoice in glory.

gone the echoes and laments of days past

anew BE this mind, this heart, within soul cast
a child of the universe and Creation's grace
ever evolving within the depths of soul's place
confront and resolve be the calling command
within this faith held is libation's hand
nature's knowing and guidance true
life in new splendor brought on to you
shackled no more for I am free as the wind
silent no more for I am the thunderous storm
despairing no more for I am the dawning day
thirsty no more for I am lakes and rivers clear
lost no more for I am each guiding star
confined no more for I am vistas wide and far
hungry no more for I am bounty and harvest divine
this the awakened faith mine
the awakened
the awakened
the awakened faith mine. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Sunrise, photo, Flandrum Hill, Wordpress.