.
Without all their leaves
did the trees lose their beauty
or was it revealed?
.
(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(photo from morguefile.com)
.
Hoping to catch up with everyone soon!
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, beauty, Essence, haiku, perspective, poem, Poetry, Trees, winter on November 28, 2014| 9 Comments »
.
Without all their leaves
did the trees lose their beauty
or was it revealed?
.
(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(photo from morguefile.com)
.
Hoping to catch up with everyone soon!
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Essence, evolution, genesis, God, manifestation, octaves, poem, Poetry, prism, spirituality on October 23, 2013| 13 Comments »
And the Great Divine said,
Let there be a prism
that I may spread my light
of seven colors
into the nothingness
octave after octave,
realm upon realm,
being unto being.
Then give to them
free will
that each may choose
to search the path
for the prism within –
the sacred gateway
that bends them back
into their source,
the pure white light of Home.
.
© 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged appearances, dream, Essence, illusion, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, reality, spinning coin on October 7, 2013| 16 Comments »
(several nights ago I had this dream…)
.
She heard his voice
calling her name
again and again
till she opened the shutters
and looked all around.
From afar he shouted,
You must climb the hill
and come through my door.
.
Oh no – not now!
she called back to him,
I’ve no comb in my hair,
no blush on my cheeks,
no proper dress.
.
Just come to me,
he called again,
I have no care for appearances.
Just climb the hill
and come to me.
.
In protest she went to him,
climbed the hill
and came through his door
but bowed her head
that he’d not see
she had no comb
to hold her hair,
no blush on her cheeks
nor proper dress.
.
He stood beside a wooden table
where a single candle burned
and in his hand was a golden coin
which he spun on edge
faster and faster
till it was a blur.
.
What do you see?
he asked her then.
She gazed into the spinning coin,
I only see the inner core –
I only see its essence.
.
She raised her face
and no longer cared
that she had no comb
to hold her hair,
no blush on her cheeks
nor proper dress.
.
He reached out his arms
and pulled her close
and in their embrace she was home.
.
What always was
need never begin,
only love is real
the rest is just spin.
.
© 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Essence, haiku, Love, poem, Poetry, solace, spirit, Trees on June 27, 2013| 18 Comments »
.
Spirits of the trees
follow me everywhere
peek through my window.
.
Gentle flames of love
follow you everywhere
shine through your window.
.
(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged candle holder, Essence, fire, flame, heat, lathe, Love, memory, passion, poem, Poetry on February 28, 2013| 15 Comments »
.
She feels the golden stand
between her palms,
follows every curve
with fingers
searching for the essence
of a splintered block of tree
as he spun and shaped it
on his lathe,
then polished gently
with his sacred oil.
.
Now she lights the candle
and watches
as the blush of flame
smooths up the walls
inside her heart
and out into the night.
She muses on a memory
and wonders
if he’ll ever know
how his soul-fire
lit her world
and turned the sky
a warmer shade of light.
.
© 2013, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
.
Candle holder in photo created by the DutchMan.
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Essence, masks, Poetry, reality, reunion, spirituality, truth on September 14, 2012| 20 Comments »
.
Deep in the folds
of the flannel of night
we hear the drums call
ba ba bum, ba ba boom
Our eyes open wide
as we chew through the shackles
and dance the light free,
ba ba bum, ba ba boom
Up the spiral we climb,
our candles held high
to shatter the gloom,
ba ba bum, ba ba boom
At the top we leap clear
of gravity’s hold
on the edge of our words,
ba ba bum, ba ba boom
We land on the sun
where we tear off the masks
and meet our true selves –
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Boom !
.
© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright