My ego woke me up at five o’clock in the morning, fearful that everything I have done–my music, my writing–will perish.
When the person that was me dies,
everything will die with it.
That is probable.
But the questions that I sought the answers to have been answered.
I am not within time.
I am not captive within the confines of space.
I am space.
The limitations of the mind’s clock
will no longer be.
Yes, how like sleep my life was lived.
But I awakened before death.
No longer trapped.
I lived out my individual script
and played my part until I broke free from the conditioning.
I do know what and who I am.
That was the purpose for me being here.
That is the purpose for all of us being here.
All forms dissolve.
They are expressions of Consciousness.
I am Consciousness.
That is the “I”
Coming soon – The upcoming release of Ronaye’s book by British publisher in London, England; to be available on Amazon.
…with a broken wing
the Human Spirit
poems by Ronaye Hudyma
Whether contemporary, classic, or peppered with Elizabethan eloquence, this profound ensemble of 130 poems is not stationary. They move as if conducted with a maestro’s baton –fluid between the euphoria of life and love, the drama, the anguish of death and loss, with every nuance of human emotion spilling upon the pages.
They are poignant words written with the transparency of youth, gathering maturity and experience, evolving to wisdom, into the spiritual realm.
This is not just poetry. There are a million stories in each poem. Once for each of us. From the teenager discovering their individuality, the young adult challenged by relationships and the world around them, to the Elder denizens of Earth, who cherish their memories as veterans of life, this is a book to be read and reread, a keepsake to console, embrace and affirm your recognition of the truth within yourself that is already there.
A child again,
I am bewitched, bemused
by the discoveries of life,
amazed at the phenomena
of consciousness and existence.
Like a bud that suddenly bursts into bloom,
what smoldered in the shadows
looms into spontaneous illumination
as the mystery unfolds:
Forms drift in then evaporate
Yet I remain.
It comes; Arises.
All personhood dissolves.
I am here;
a space of clear seeing
intense, keen, alert,
concentrating upon itself
yet turning in to focus on that which focuses;
Filled with Being–
The Empty has come to claim me.
There is nothing else.
THE ETERNAL MOMENT
We all seek to escape,
to enter another realm that carries us beyond the mundane, menial realities of every day living,
and we each try countless ways of achieving this periodic annihilation—diverse forms of entertainment which require participation—or….observation of what is happening.
But the most successful,
is intense awareness of that which is aware—total employment of being there.
Then, all distractions fall away and only the eternal moment exists.