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WHERE WOULD I GO?

I absconded into night, taking the darkness with me
so there would be no shadows on your eyes when morning awoke;
that beams of light sifting through the windows,
could bathe your face, coaxing your lids to open.

No need to search for where I am.
Where would I go?
I dwell in the interim between and beyond earth and sky,  –everywhere and nowhere, where Time is not–beyond reach of each;
Yet I harbor the vicissitudes of both states in every thought you have of me,
every word you speak of me, in every memory you know as me.
My voice resounds in your laughter,
reverberates like cathedral bells calling the faithful.
Look above. The saturated clouds are swollen
with your tears I weep.
Look below, look within. There is no place I am not.
I am the sun on your shoulders
when you walk to the ocean’s edge
and cast your eyes on the shimmering necklace
that clings to the shoreline,
blinking like diamonds as it washes across the sand;
the surge of joy, gratitude, and humility you feel swelling within you like the tide itself. 

Do not mourn.
Listen to the earth’s soul breathing in and breathing out.
Let it wash over you, pulling away the barnacles.
Every time you count the colors of blue in the ocean,
watch the birds soar into infinity,
or see the miracle of a bud bursting into flower,
I will  exist in all these things.
When I walked through the door, taking the darkness with me,
I found…. not death, but life.

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BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT…

Coming soon – The upcoming release of Ronaye’s  book by British publisher in London, England; to be available on Amazon.

                                    

                 …with a broken wing
Expressions of
the Human Spirit

poems by Ronaye Hudyma

Description:

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.

 

 

THE EMPTY 

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
projecting outward
yet turning in to focus on that which focuses;
Filled with Being–
Pure Consciousness.
The Empty has come to claim me.
There is nothing else.

MEDITATION

In the darkness

a sun sinks down

through jungles of imagination

mired in mind

through wastelands of “why?”

In the daylight

a moon rides high

along a palpitating phrase

through saturated emptiness

where winds blow pollen

on a suspended seed.

 

The fear has passed

and my passion has burnt away

but what remains is like

the contentment of a confession.

TO THE SUN

Do not leave me in the sagging arms of sleep.

The tender charms of night no joy for me contain.

Shun the law

and shine through forbidden hours

to cast off the dark mantle of doubt.

Illuminate the bottomless Deep.

This drowsing sadness is soft and pulsed

not at all fiery and insistent.

My inner light is submerged

and the breath of Life is but an occasional bubble

that breaks upon the surface.

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.

 And now

I retreat into the depths of the sanctuary of my soul.

But why do I hesitate like a fearful child

afraid to descend the cellar stairs?

Afraid of what I’ll find?

The voice that has been muzzled by mistrust

now demands, commands an audience.

Today a transformation from a vassal as an individual “I”,

into an open vessel to transmute the living breath into

the living word.

A cosmic Truth flowed,

circulated through me with the potency of an electric

current.