As too a crystal...

As too a crystal sphere

We all days past in present light

As too a crystal sphere

We of earth, fire, water, air

As too a crystal sphere

We the embodiment of time and change

As too a crystal sphere

We the depths of forces in revelation

As too a crystal sphere

We the consciousness of creation.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Crystal Sphere, Collectible Clicks ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2015.

Mark your calendars: Friday, May 1, 2015,  

Crystals on the Rocks,  Nyack, NY: 

"Crystal Consciousness and the Five Platonic Solids" 

Presentation by Rose Marie Raccioppi, MS FABI

Counsel of Ancient Be Known

Counsel of Ancient Be Known

Sounding be the wisdom beckoning to my soul
A knowing from SPIRIT be the blessings told
THOTH in consciousness ever so wise
Ascension to TRUTH, banished be lies
Fear no longer to have its hold
FAITH be VALOR, TRUTH noble and bold
Purpose and intention in vision and deed
The GOOD of humanity be the resounding creed
The Emerald Tablets of THOTH, counsel of ancient be known
TRUTH and FORBEARANCE the NOW in WISDOM shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

"That which is Below corresponds to that which is Above,
and that which is Above corresponds to that which is Below,
to accomplish the miracle of the One Thing."

The Emerald Tablet of THOTH
Tablet 11
The Key to Above and Below

"List ye, now to my voice and become
greater than common man.
Lift thine eyes upward,
let Light fill thy being,
be thou ever Children of Light.
Only by effort shall ye grow upward to
the plane where Light is the All of the All.
Be ye the master of all that surrounds thee.
Never be mastered by the effects of thy life.
Create then ever more perfect causes
and in time shalt thou be a Sun of the Light
Free, let thine soul soar ever upward,
free from the bondage and fetters of night.
Lift thine eyes to the Sun in the sky-space.
For thee, let it be a symbol of life.
Know that thou art the Greater Light,
perfect in thine own sphere,
when thou art free.
Look not ever into the blackness.
Lift up thine eyes to the space above.
Free let thine Light flame upward
and shalt thou be a Child of the Light."

http://www.crystalinks.com/emerald11bw.html

Image: THOTH, Drawing by Carolyn MagiThoth, 2014.

APOGEE Acu-Tone™ ~ Vibrational Sound Therapy: The APOGEE Paradigm™ ~ The teachings of THOTH heard at 7 years of age...http://apogeeacutone.blogspot.com/…/the-apogee-paradigm-tea…

You are the artist ~ An Awareness Wise...

You are the artist, and your life is your creation. It's your story. It's your comedy or drama, and if your story is changing anyway, then why not direct the change with awareness?

You have all our love.

Sincerely,

don Miguel Ruiz
don

 Jose Ruiz
don

Miguel Ruiz Jr.

And so in poetic dialogue...

An Awareness Wise

what be this awakening sweet


where grace and intention meet


what be this thunderous sounding in heart


where all that is has its knowing start


what be this soaring of spirit and soul


where vision is one with heart and goal


this be the Self, the TRUTH to embrace


where all that is blessed in knowing I place


where judgment, reprisal, illusion and demise


be cast aside by Spirit, an awareness wise


beyond the drama and lies yet heard


is the beloved glory of the divine WORD


joyful gratitude to fill my days


so be the embodiment of SELF in PRAISE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

The Heart to Sing

The Muse calls to sound its claim

Beauty and Truth the poet to name

A blessed grace be it known, be it heard

'Tis the poet's tidings in heartfelt word

A song of spirit the heart to sing in praise

The delight of sensibilities and passion filled days

Beyond perceptions there BE a knowing real

From where LOVE and HEART have no conceal.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image: Wikimedia Commons, File:CordierColor.jpg.

W H E N

A wonderfully adventurous day at Crystals on the Rocks and the Sanctuary in Nyack, New York... Thank You Kim Oleary and Laura Gould with treasures that have found their place home... Shared with delight, and in reflection...

W H E N

When the self bears witness to BEING
When wisdom is brought to the moment
When the silence is the teaching

A knowing IS, a knowing IS.

When the body speaks the mind
When the mind holds to spirit
When grace and gratitude are one

A knowing IS, a knowing IS.

When the past and future embrace the NOW
When glory and praise embody the Omnipresence
When the breath perceives the receiving and the giving.

A knowing IS, a knowing IS.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

When WORDS Speak the Soul...

L A B Y R I N T H

This labyrinth of mind calls to my SOUL
To reach the SELF, a heartfelt goal
Enter this path to a center place
Hold to this knowing, your WILL to trace
The circle, the spiral, a labyrinth does make
A purposeful path, a journey to take
A circuitous travel to the center DIVINE
Within, without, be this journey mine
Know I of this center, its silent roar
Within, without, my SPIRIT to soar.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

THE PULSE OF TIME

Certainty be an ever present variable of change
What lies ahead bears many a term and many a name
What with certainty can one with heart and mind proclaim
Be it that the breath present bears life its claim
The heart in its pulsing passion sounds its plea
This breath of life, the gift of time on to thee
Savor the ebb and flow of life and spirit within
Hear the rhythmic call beyond the oppressive din
Heed well the sounding glory sacred and divine
Hold in revered celebration life's gift, the pulse of time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

THIS POET'S WORD

These echoes of heart in sensibilities reveal
The TRUTH OF BEING bar conceal
Passions pulsing plea to be heard
And so be known this poet's word
Loss and lament a tear filled call
Joy and delight beyond befall
In revelation be known the depths of despair
All astride with blessed love and care
The rising sun and gone be the night
Held I in the embrace of the dawning light
The feel of the showering water sweet upon my skin
A baptism new, absolved I of all false sin
Judgments, reprisals, fallacious be their rein
For the SOUL'S PRESENCE knows not constrain
Confront and resolve the breath calls out
To purpose, to purpose, to purpose, devout.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Upon viewing anew, "Dead Poets Society."

English Essays: Sidney to Macaulay.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. 
A Defence of Poetry 
Percy Bysshe Shelley

"... But poets, or those who imagine and express this indestructible order, are not only the authors of language and of music, of the dance, and architecture, and statuary, and painting: they are the institutors of laws, and the founders of civil society, and the inventors of the arts of life, and the teachers, who draw into a certain propinquity with the beautiful and the true that partial apprehension of the agencies of the invisible world. Poets, according to the circumstances of the age and nation in which they appeared, were called, in the earlier epochs of the world, legislators, or prophets: a poet essentially comprises and unites both these characters. For he not only beholds intensely the present as it is, and discovers those laws according to which present things ought to be ordered, but he beholds the future in the present, and his thoughts are the germs of the flower and the fruit of latest time..." A Defence of Poetry, Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 – 1822.

A Defence of Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. 1909-14. English Essays: Sidney to Macaulay. The Harvard Classics ~ Full text available at:http://www.bartleby.com/27/23.html

W O R D S

Words... be they the silence of thought 

and the resounding plea of soul...

 for this the poet's heart be known... 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Language provides an echo - it is not the original - words are representations, symbols, utterances, that the inner spirit longs to be known - to self - to others and to the ultimate SELF. As a poet, language echoes my heart's lament, my soul's joy and my spirit's quest to soar, echoes holding to praise and gratitude, a sounding sense of purpose.

Words, those markers of thought, sounding within us, hanker for expression. Words, those marks upon paper, our own or that of another find their meaning within us. A poem, its meter, its rhythm, its rhyme, its structure, its pulse, calls for our attentive consideration. Within the words, the line, the totality of a poem, we to find meaning, inspiration, an accord, a resolve, and yes, another question. 

words and visions be they the start

from which pen and paper call to heart

the poet seizes precious moments in time

offers verse free, or with meter and rhyme

upon surfaces vast so does the poet place

words as sounding soul and expressive grace.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York