FREEDOM'S DREAM

Conscious to be, to redeem,
find my peace, my place.

Living the Hero's dream,
feeling love shine on my face.

The release of creative flow,
finding riches within,

connect, merge, know
Divine, kith and kin.

Inner work Ocean Deep,
fearlessness out to the world.

Mansion rooms of Seashell Treasures, to keep
and give away. Peace, strength, magic swirled

together within one thing, a tether,
facing all fires, all fears.

Rising on the tide of heat, like a feather,
cresting the current of the years.

Linda McGeary
10.25.99

FLAME AND FLICKER

We are a flicker
of God-Fire,
never leaving
the Source -

But having
fallen asleep
we dream a
nightmare
of separation
and despair.

That ... is the lie.

The truth is
and always
will be...

The Flicker is one
with the Flame.

(c) 1998

ONE

As the wave
is one with
the ocean,

As the ring
is one with
the gold,

As the beam
is one with
the sunshine,

So, you are
one with
God.


(c) 1998

ALL AND NOTHING

How do we speak of the infinite?

The void where God-Mind is all - without limit.

The center of flame beyond bright,
both void and light together.

The all and the nothing.

(c) 1998

EARTH WEEPS

Sometimes the Earth
wears a sadness.

A grey trembling.
A weeping whisper
of what could be...

Something I'm aware of
only once in a while.

Then my heart is heavy.

Somehow...
I feel responsible.
What is it...I'm not being?

Have you noticed...

Our Mother
weeps.

(c) 7.4.01

CLOAK OF ASK

You came to earth, free authentic, Original Self,
fire bright, heart of gold, wild mind,
knowing soul. Eager. Playful. Curious.
Believing life Utopian, all of like kind.

Soon enough dark lightening struck.
By look or word or deed unmeant... or meant.
Cut, slash, slap, smash, indrawn breath of shock.
Small child's wounded Self shrinking into ego bent.

Stripped of glory you took up Cloak of Ash,
garment of Self forgetting, rainbows hidden in the grey,
lost to larger light and life, muffling song of joy,
fallible, falling, shattering, day by day.

Your bright way swallowed up in smoke
and ash of multi-faceted deceptions,
sleepwalking blind through heaven
holding tight to one view mispreceptions.

Clinging to those things by which you hide
from what you cannot face,
because you judge your naked truth
beyond any one's embrace.

Turn, face back the way you came...

Remember again, at your core, you are gold,
face the flame of fire's refining,
take up glory cloak with its golden lining
live life authentic, wild and free. Go Bold.

(c) 11.11.01

GLASS PAGODA

Little glass pagoda adorning the knoll,
four broad windows illuminating soul.

Vision waits on the crest of the hill,
a lovely spot, made for simply being still.

To look, to feel ...
remember what's real.

Loved ones,
sunrise,
flowers,
blue sky's.
Loved ones,
sunfall,
moonbeams,
hearts call.

Origin of Self, star-stuff, sea-foam,
breath of life, body-spirit home.

A sacred space to wonder from and intersect.
A making place to worship in, and to connect.

Four broad windows illuminating soul,
in a little glass pagoda built on a knoll.


(c) 3.22.00

HEART OF LONGING

There's a play of light
in fall and spring...
Truly a most
magnificent thing...

Suddenly stillness falls
in midst of sound,
and longing calls
to a heart unbound.
And God present
moments arise,
touching spirit awake
to realize,
an awareness of humanity resting
in God heart,
a part...
of God
and me.

(c) 11.10.2000

SWAN

White Swan flight into the night,
moon glow dazzle on wide wings.

Glitter of gold around Swan neck so bold.
Soulful beauty in Swan voice sings.

Vision of Swan shimmers, then gone.
Lost in darkness concealing.

A gift to the heart, the deeper part
and a call to the head appealing.

A death and a birth, Otherworld and Earth
come together in the kiss of wisdom.

Made new everyday to live in Love's Way,
reconciling the heart and heads kingdom.

(c) 11.2.95

I once read the Bards of old, when they preformed in palaces, before kings or villages before pauper's, they would wear a cloak of swan feathers to give their tongues flight. It was the sign of a truly great Bard to have such a cloak. I began to think of the Swan as the muse of poetry and story.

BRIDGES

Solitary walk in natures glade for healing,
traversing bridges between the surfaces of life,
the depths of the inner world revealing.

Keeping Self intact, full and nourished with all
painful moments and pleasure revisited,
creative imagination, life's prolific call.

Feeding the soul on memory and melancholy
like letters from home, gifts from the heart,
touches of gold, of silver... sacred, holy.

Recollection and reflection of family and friends,
the virtues of soul; Frankness, simplicity,
humor and wit, with life's deepest sweetness blends.


Linda McGeary
(c) 3.19.96

SUNSET

Pine trees black sunset silhouette

cast in rosepinkpurpleblue

breeze fresh

night bird calls to stillness

beauty's burgeoning joy

profound song in glorious hue

change to deepest indigo

"Peace"

whispers the first star of night


Linda McGeary
(c) 7.25.97

INLET DAY

Water way lazing West,
sun dappled golden, rippling quest.

Search for Ocean, fine the Sea.
Nothing to hinder what will be.

Gentle breeze carry gull cry.
White caps glisten, stretch out, die.

Soft roaring song, flat glare of light.
Fading colors, misting the night.

Inlet to share, treasure by the Sea...
I draw you close, into the heart of me.

Linda McGeary
(c) 7.1.93

DOUBLE VISION

Positive energy - Thought is deed.
Negative energy - Destructive seed.

Imagination has the power to kill,
the power to crush, to cripple at will.

Or it can bring joy and celebration,
blessing others without limitation.

A choice between two magnetic poles,
positive or negative, like to like souls.

The laws of the spirit glow duel in nature.
What's inside comes outside with every creature.

The desire of the heart, thoughts of the mind,
guard as more precious than treasure of any kind.

Laws of spirit manifest in the flesh,
choose between two, with one you will mesh.

Positive or negative. By one you will live.
Negative or positive. Which one will you give?

Linda McGeary
(c) 3.8.94

EARTH AND HEAVEN

We are intimates
with mystery and paradox.

We are double beings.
Alchemy of flesh and spirit.

We are star-born nature
and the beast in the maze.

We dance the web of life
like spiders with spiky feet.

We are a piece of the sky
and a chunk of the earth.


Linda McGeary
(c) 9.27.95

NEW ROADS

Sometimes I long for change.

Real change...
Not just small stuff,
like rearranged schedule,
or a new movie in town.

Big Change...
like a move to a new city.
An adventure of getting to know
discover delightful quirks,
streets, works,
landscapes, people.

I hunger for new experience.
New out goings.
New in comings.

New roads.

Change...

But like Candide, is the change I
seek in my own back yard?
or
closer still?
Within me?
Is that the difference I long for?

From my back door
the sky is beautiful tonight,
with its rose faded colors,
night blue deepening to velvet.

I am the door to new roads.
Change is a star studded sky
within me.

Linda McGeary
(c) 8.27.99

WHEN YOU

When You built blue-green earth,
laying foundations of wide ocean floor,
framing highest mountain peak,
hiding smallest beauties for us to seek
deep in secret recesses of stone,
along with marvels in blood and bone.
Animal kind and human mind...and so much more.
Did you laugh with joy,
seeing every aspect fit with great worth?

When You stretched out the immensity of space,
counting stars, moons, and black holes,
burying mysteries millenniums deep,
inventing such things as dreams and sleep.
Forming the child within the womb,
weaving humanity on loves loom,
the artists beauty in human souls.
Did You shout for joy,
seeing all made clothed in Your grace?

When You whispered love to wind and sea,
embracing miracle moments of living,
imbuing Self in foam, coral and sand,
molding the fish tail and human hand.
Interconnecting circles, spinning, complete,
heartbeat rhythm of drumming feet.
All of All, the All Giving.
Did you dance with joy,
seeing life perfect and love free?

Linda McGeary
8.10.00

GLOAMING

Gloaming time of day or night,
a gentle rising up, a quiet laying down.
A time of peace to be sweetly found
between the silent silhouette and shadow light,
of the tender embrace of Father Day and Mother Night.

Held, just so...within their dream,
I am renewed to life again,
bountiful goodness for me to twin.
Soul light, burn bright, spirit fires gleam
for I am a strand, and a part of the dream.

Come! Join the gloaming at the edge of day,
be wrapped in its soft velvet embrace,
which gives depth and strength to the race.
For now, breath deep, be still, let peace hold sway,
and bask in the arms of Mother Night and Father Day.


Linda McGeary
(c) 12.7.98

QUESTIONS

When I was a child.

Mommy do you know...

How did the sea get salty?
How did the sky get blue?

How come I have blonde hair
and not black like you?

Where does glass come from?
Why is cotton candy pink?

Will I grow up to be as
tall as you, do you think?

Now that I am grown.

God can You tell me...

Why do people suffer?
Why can't You stop the pain?

Is it all left up to each of us
to make this world sane?

Where is the well of compassion
that we might go and drink?

Where are the words of wisdom?
What are we to do, be, think?

From my earliest days of memory
to my present form of thought,

I've been told God is the answer
to a world that is distraught.

Could it be that's only partly true?
The other part...is me, and you.


Linda McGeary
(c) 9.10.97