Moment by moment by moment...

 

A week of telephone calls… a week of messages… I listen, I hear, I reflect, I respond. I am told in tones of despair, in echoes of lament...  

moment by moment by moment … 

        the drawer is stuck
        the door is jammed
        the key does not fit
        the code is wrong
        the flow is blocked

what be this...

            a frustration
            a perceived impasse
            a consciousness
            a sense of helplessness
            a sigh
            a pause 
            a confront
            a determination
            a vision 
            an accord
            an awakening
            a doing
            a knowing
            a having
            a BEING
            a stream of consciousness
            an alignment 
            a resolve
            breath simply newly free
            and so…
            the balance
            the revelation
            the exchange 
            the ascension 
            the truth
            the harmony
            the receiving… the letting go… the giving 

a release, a deep realization, a transcendence, a perception newly conceived... I am told in tones of deliverance, in echoes of salvation, in truths held.

Rose Marie Raccioppi, MS FABI

Consultation 

APOGEE Paradigm™

Poet Laureate

Quest onto SELF

Work of Art: 

Profile of Time, 1977-1984, Salvador Dalí

The Dawning Light ~ Alchemic Interlude

Among those who avail themselves of my offerings are those that have had, what they perceive to be, traumatic experiences. One cannot change what the past has brought, but one can construct a new reality, a transformation, an alchemic interlude, an intention ... and so these words in reflection... 

The Dawning Light 

the scars of abuse upon this mind

the echoes of taunts within this heart

the shadows dark upon this soul

momentary be their reign

momentary be I their prisoner

for within lies the power of resolve

for within lies the light of the Omnipresence

for within lies the liberation of spirit

the scars of abuse dissolve into understanding

the echoes of taunts resound with compassion

the shadows dark ascend to the dawning light

and I in the Willful Presence of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate 

Orangetown, New York 

Alchemic Interlude, APOGEE Vibrational Art, © Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013, http://www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com/

...written for a dear student who is willing to look deeply... In the Mirror

In the mirror my image in reflection
Is what I see real or is it illusion and deception
What am I yet blinded to see
That lies in secret depths within me
What word now upon my soul be a darkening veil
When it is resolve and faith I justly hail
Taunts, taunts, no longer to hold domain
Healed be this heart, I longingly proclaim.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York

Mariana in the South,1897, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, British Painter, 1849-1917.

...time and... The Midnight Hour

An experience and so be the root of change in perception

A word shared and prompted is love and loss in reflection

Time and place enfold our body our mind

And so we reach for meaning valid and kind

Are we in our purpose and is satisfaction real

Or are we in pain that we choose to conceal

The hour past and present be a midnight call

By our own intention we to rise or fall

Time, place, vision, purpose, be they all told

Our story woven threads of days silver and gold

What credence do we give to time present and past

The sweep of clock hands and with pen our story cast

This moment, this very hour at hand

Be it known by devotion and a willing command

Our heart, our soul, with a knowing divine

To grace this gift of our granted time

The midnight hour be it ever embraced

A new day of light within our heart is placed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo Credit: Jack Dagley

We are ever at a mid point between the past PRESENT future... the day that was, the day that is and the day yet to arrive... we are ever in the midst of change and choice... we are the shapers of the meaning of our time... how we perceive our experience - how we plan - how accepting - how resistant... we are the breath of time... the inhalation, the exhalation, the receiving the giving... the stillness and the action, and so the midnight hour ever the offering of a day new, with all its light, all its offerings, all its potential, all its challenge...  Rose Marie Raccioppi

...this window...This Window of My Mind

this window of my mind
by what light do I see
by what impressions am I moved
by what perceptions am I led
this window of my mind
by what shadows am I reflected
by what doubts am I haunted
by what fears am I consumed
this window of my mind
by what grace am I blessed
by what wisdom am I guided
by what love am I known
this window of my mind
by what destiny am I called
by what purpose am I defined
by what faith am I strengthened
this window of my mind
be there the love of God
be there the gift of children
be there the bounty of nature
this window of my mind
be there gratitude for this gift of life
be there a tomorrow of grace
be there ever the light of PRESENCE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Young Peasant Woman with Three Children at the Window, 1840, Oil on canvas,
Neue Pinakothek, Munich, WALDMÜLLER, Fedinand Georg, Austrian, 1793 1865.

Possibility

Can I step outside
this window of perception
Are limitations real
or am I beset by illusion
Are these assumptions of reality
the shackles that need be broken
Can this mind know itself
beyond its defined experience
The very question sets
the horizon of possibility.

Rose Marie Raccioppi



Possibility, Rose Marie Raccioppi, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Publish America, 2008.


Slave (Rebelling) c. 1513, Marble, height 229 cm, Musée du Louvre, Paris, Michelangelo Buonarroti, (b. 1475, Caprese, d. 1564, Roma).