Posted in just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged artist, curator, evolution, kaleidoscope, poem, Poetry, self-creation, spirituality on September 16, 2020| 24 Comments »
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On the walls
of the Great Divine
our soul-prints adorn
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all-ways expanding
ever creating
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for we are the artists
and we are the beholders
and we are the curators
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in kaleidoscope halls
beyond the reaches of time.
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(c) 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged doors, evolution, hope, light, metaphysics, poem, Poetry, reality, spirituality, vision, walls on January 13, 2019| 35 Comments »
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The time arrives
when the walls come alive
and we see
between the molecules,
the shimmer and the might –
and every barricade
becomes a door.
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(c) 2002, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Image from a copyright free site, in 2011.)
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After a little time off, I’m hoping to catch up with everyone soon!
My thoughts are with everyone who is affected by the U.S. government shutdown (directly or indirectly, as we all shall be soon). I’m very saddened by the direction our country has taken the last two years. This too shall pass – hopefully.
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged evolution, forgiveness, humanity, light, Love, poem, Poetry, redemption, spirituality on December 7, 2018| 28 Comments »
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We chose to climb this mountain
through old brambles, over ice
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cursing barbs that scratched our ankles
damning thorns that tore our veils,
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splitting stones that skinned our reason
as the thunder rolled our tongues.
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Now we reach the sacred fire
and our hair turns scarlet
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as we catch the embers, naked
and the circle dream awakens
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to paint balm across the valley,
bleeding light into our wounds.
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(c) 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(An old poem, revised and dedicated to H.D. Rhoads, my mentor years ago.)
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged calling, darkness, drums, evolution, freedom, hope, injustice, justice, light, poem, Poetry, spirituality, truth on October 6, 2018| 26 Comments »
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Deep in the folds
of the flannel of night
we hear the drums call –
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ba ba boom.
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Our eyes open wide
as we chew through the shackles
and dance ourselves free –
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ba ba boom.
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Up the spiral we climb,
our candles held high
to shatter the gloom –
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ba ba boom.
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At the top we leap clear
of gravity’s hold
on the weight of our words –
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ba ba boom.
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We land on the sun
where we tear off our masks
and meet our true Selves –
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Ba Ba Boom, Ba Ba Boom!
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(c) 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post, revised…. written in 1993)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged cloth, enlightenment, evolution, freedom, iambic pentameter, poem, Poetry, spirituality on February 8, 2018| 30 Comments »
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We throw our burlap robes into the fire,
with no one left to preach, gone is the choir.
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Come weave new cloth with capers of the dawn,
in rosy flowing garbs we’ll carry on.
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Each seam we’ll sew with needles made of gold
and silver threads embroidered on each fold
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and then with pockets full of wind and sky
like kites, without their strings, we’ll learn to fly.
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© 2015, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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Posted in Poetry 2000 - 2009, tagged enlightenment, evolution, giant, Love, mountain, poem, Poetry, spirituality, strength on November 10, 2017| 38 Comments »
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It comes in darkness
like a gentle giant
no trumpets or glare
just strong arms
that lift you
above the sharp slopes
to the top
of the mountain
you’ve climbed for so long.
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You throw off your pack
and the valley widens
into a smile
and the sun spreads
like butter
on loaves of eternity
and you finally see
that it’s you, love –
you are the giant.
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© 2000, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(originally posted in 2012, now revised)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged enlightenment, evolution, growth, iambic pentameter, poem, Poetry, spirituality on January 3, 2015| 13 Comments »
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We toss our burlap robes into the fire,
with no one left to preach, gone is the choir.
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Come weave new cloth with capers of the dawn,
in rosy flowing garbs we’ll carry on.
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Each seam we’ll sew with needles made of gold
and silver threads embroidered on each fold
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and then with pockets full of wind and sky
like sacred chiffon kites we’ll learn to fly.
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© 2015, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Happy New Year!
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged evolution, inspiration, Instinct, mountain, mythology, path, poem, Poetry, seeking, spirituality, Trees on October 1, 2014| 6 Comments »
How hard it is to see
the highest mountain for the trees
until we hear the ancient knock
of thunder sky and molten rock.
We tear away the mossy veil
that had long concealed the trail
just to find the climb is steepest
where the waterfall is deepest
and it seems we’re almost there
when we breathe the rarest air
beyond the earth, into the sun
where we learn we’ve just begun.
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(c) 1994, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(another oldie)
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.
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© 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
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