He Is I Am

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Some claim his total essence could reside
in Christianity, Islam, or Zen.
Some swear he’s just a myth; some say he died.

Some think the universe resulted when
a random bang occurred, creatively,
and chaos rules each planetary spin.

Such thoughts are neither here nor there to me,
for God is simply everywhere. That’s all.
Benevolence beyond infinity.

Transcending time and space, the One we call
Jehovah, Yahwe, Allah — labeled, checked,
and catalogued — is anything but small.

I wouldn’t want a god my intellect
could comprehend. (You either, I suspect.)

———

cc-by-nc-nd  Mary Boren, 2001

Calling

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I have fulfilled my purpose
when I cease to wonder …

Why am I here?
Am I doing this right?
What does tomorrow hold?

… when I can sit in stillness
and lose all sense of self in …

the song of a wren,
the rustle of leaves,
and the colors of sunrise.

I have reached the fullest expression
of human experience
when I can …

fix nothing,
forgive everyone,
and let go of everything.

I have not been suspended in a body
to learn, grow, excel, repent, or conquer.
My sole purpose in this incarnation is simply …

to wake up.

———

cc-by-nc-nd  Mary Boren, 2011

 

To My Soul

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My soul, innate divinity —
the spark of God that lives in me,
connecting one with all the universe,
your light can penetrate the veil
and shine where hateful thoughts assail
the finite realm, and easily disperse
the darkness of mortality.

With two or three in easy reach,
you leap to meet yourself in each,
reminding what we didn’t know we knew.
As seat of peace and love and joy,
you magnify the best, deploy
the rest, and fill the spaces through and through
without a single breath of speech.

When ego gains a head of steam
and plots to keep me in the dream
of nothingness, you hold my fear at bay
until the balance is restored.
You are my wings, my rock, my cord;
without you, I would be a chunk of clay
instead of holiness supreme.

———

cc-by-nc-ndMary Boren,  2010

 

No Small Miracle

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Inherent in The Mystery that sketched
the universe is Consciousness, a mind
so boundless as to cross a chasm stretched
through time and space eternal, yet refined
enough to make a snowflake. As the blind
and crippled beggar huddled by the gate
of old Jerusalem, his faith aligned
with mercy in the power to co-create
a healing flow. Today, when you began
to bristle, then decided not to sit
in judgment after all, forgiveness ran
the course; benevolence flew over it.
In each embodiment of thought that spurs
a change of heart, a miracle occurs.

———

cc-by-nc-nd Mary Boren, 2005

Irenica

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It isn’t on the map; it can’t be found
with compass, reached on foot, by plane or car.
It isn’t ruled by force; it isn’t bound
by walls. The vision opens where you are.

Irenica, the unpolluted land
beyond the dream is calling day and night,
“Come home, beloved child. The distance spanned
is Nothing. I’m within you — seek The Light.”

Her beacon gently whispers of a choice
to live where neither greed nor fear hold sway
as love unmasks confusion, stills the voice
of hatred. Sisters, brothers, it’s The Way.

A consciousness surpassing one alone
begins a blink beyond our comfort zone.

———

cc-by-nc-ndMary Boren,  2007

The Way My Daddy Said My Name

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The way my daddy said my name
with an eloquent timbre roll
and eyes reflecting love that came
from the depths of his gentle soul
is lodged forever in my cache
of ineffable memories
that turn the years to golden ash
and deliver me to my knees.

I’ll never hear another sound
that will swaddle me in protection
where peace and warmth and light abound
in a cradle of sweet inflection
until it’s time to fold my tent
for a ride to a distant shore.
I’ll follow where my daddy went
and he’ll murmur my name once more.

———

cc-by-nc-nd  Mary Boren, 2010

Lessons Learned in the Dark

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I. Surrender

“What doesn’t kill you strengthens you.”
Perhaps, for those whose goal
is tyranny, pain’s wielded like a sword.
But, on a gentler parallel,
it binds me to the whole,
exposing all my weakness. Pain’s a cord.

I seek, instead, experience
that empties all I am
(assuming, first, the Self is mine to yield)
into the flowing Mystery
that breaks this human dam
of fear and spills across the open field.

If I, in passing circumstance,
can catch the cresting flow
of consummate compassion, may I give
the trapped debris that barred me from
the current to the foe …
for only in surrender can I live.

II. Forgiveness

I won the battle; lost the war.
You’re not my enemy.
At last, I wonder what has been attained,
and how much love was squandered in
the time it took to see
Fear’s alter ego, Arrogance, restrained.

What is it that entitles me
to fancy I can judge
another’s heart? I don’t know where it’s been,
or how the blanket wrapped around
that soul got stained with sludge,
or what’s been siphoned out or ladled in.

For hollow is the victory
where fractured dreams occurred —
those clanking bones that muster to defend
the id. They quell the music of
an understanding word
that might repair the rift and save the friend.

III. Gratitude

“In everything, give thanks.” It’s not
a sugar-coated bite
of Pollyanna platitude. For me,
it keeps the heart attentive to
those blessings wrapped in light
the universe bestows abundantly.

But what about adversity —
the unrelenting sigh
of disappointments, illnesses, and tears?
A butterfly emerging from
its chrysalis would die
but for the struggle. Workouts bridle fears.

So, mindful in expressing praise,
rejoicing in each thing
synonymous with good, I must include
unanswered prayer, the harbinger
of transformation’s sting.
It’s unconditional, this gratitude.

———

cc-by-nc-nd Mary Boren, 2003-5

Chances & Choices

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From the fathomless profoundness
of ethereal expression
in the chronicles of knowledge,
one by one, the leaves are torn.
In the guise of mewling beings
fraught with questions and conundrums,
pages flutter. All the answers
are forgotten when we’re born.

We endure the transformation
through the passage of illusion
as embodied bits of wisdom
disconnected from the whole,
for our singular assignment
in this realm of bounds and borders
is to reassert the message
that is written on each soul.

Life presents us with its lessons
in apparent chances – choices
rife with symmetry and purpose,
comprehensive yet concise,
’til by boon or lucky blunder
or relentless repetition,
we perceive that pain and pleasure
are as temporal as ice.

But as ice returns to water
which, on warming, forms a vapor,
we’re reminded of the substance
of creation: Eden’s mist
emanates across the ages
through the veil of incoherence
where, with passing recognition,
flesh and spirit coexist.

———

cc-by-nc-nd  Mary Boren, 2005

Feather

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“Be a feather on the breath of God.” -Hildegard of Bingen

Breathed into being by God’s unbound
imagination,
I am the essence of everything
in all creation,
destined to soar on an eagle’s wing
above the ranges,
gracefully drifting beyond the sound
of seasons’ changes.

I am a thread in the downy quilt,
beside my brothers,
sheltering nestlings from biting cold
when darkness hovers.
Pivotal, temporal tides may fold
but not destroy me,
borne on an aerodynamic lilt
to guide and buoy me.

I am the spirit of east to west
in acquiescence,
trusting the flow of the breeze that fanned
my holy presence.
Once I am given to understand
the art of sailing,
I will return to the place of rest
through God’s inhaling.

———

cc-by-nc-nd Mary Boren, 2006

 

Because

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Because of what you do for me,
I’m looking at the mystery
of life and death through cloudless eyes
as waves of gratitude arise
like billows on the sea.

Though once a hollow absentee,
because of what you do for me,
now present and accounted for,
I stand upon an endless shore,
connected to the tide.

All cares are jettisoned aside
to follow you, my friend and guide.
Because of what you do for me,
ineffable serenity
dislodges groundless doubt.

A transformation comes about
as miracles are measured out
with love in limitless degree
because of what you do.  For me
the difference is clear.

And should the shadows reappear,
you’re here to help me face down fear
and lead me home again. My flaws
are minimized to size because
of what you do for me.

———

cc-by-nc-nd Mary Boren, 2011

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