Before the firmament was hung
as backdrop for the galaxies,
the spirit of creation stirred
and murmured, “All is well.”
Behind a white primordial screen,
the painter of the universe
was mixing colors, shades of light,
and smiling. All is well.
Between the oceans’ ebbs and flows,
the peaks and valleys, rocks and grass,
a changeless matrix is revealed
as proof that all is well.
Beyond the fundamental set,
the king of choreography
assigns the species to their marks
with purpose. All is well.
Because the players blink and fade
like stars in love’s connecting ring,
eternity’s a running show.
Forever, all is well.
Mary Boren, 2013
Expressions of the human heart traverse a labyrinth.
The smallest thought can hold a thousand seeds.
A sigh, a burst of merriment, a kindness, or a prayer
is balanced on the crux of vows and deeds.
‘Neath petals of a dandelion that cluster round the stem,
inert until its power is released,
a dormant seed lies waiting to be scattered on the wind,
but only when the flower is deceased.
So wishing for a miracle and holding fast to hope
is nothing but a mental exercise.
The miracle occurs before a thought is fully born —
it’s letting go that sends it through the skies.
Mary Boren, 2012
“The person I’m supposed to be?”
What makes you think you’re not
completely suitable in who you are?
The road to authenticity
is paved with what you brought
from God’s imagination. You’re a star!
Before you were a twinkle in
your daddy’s eye, you chose
the lesson plan to fit your spirit’s needs,
so when you see a crinkle in
your path as it unfolds
before you, simply follow where it leads.
There isn’t any wrong or right
result in being you.
Experience holds essence on its course.
As choices guide you to the light,
you’ll recognize each hue
and circle wide, returning to the source.
Mary Boren, 2012
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.)
Mary Boren, 2001
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.
Mary Boren, 2005
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.
Mary Boren, 2005