A Few Poems by
Carrie Hart
DESIRE
I do not desire
To have no
desires
To be a still
pond without a ripple
I do not desire
this
For even as I
love my swimming deep
Even as I
treasure the silent waters
And pray for
gills
That I may inhale
the liquid peace
Yet there are
times
When I rise to
the surface
Gasping for the
air of life
Wanting only to
splash and play
In the sunlit
waters
To lasso the
skimming gull with my heart strings
To soar too high
and fall too hard
To care too much
There is a price
paid for wanting
I know, I know
But God is in the
storm as well as the still
And I am no monk
Nor care to be
Let me then live
and pay the price
With my open and
vulnerable heart
Aching already
with what is to come
I say
Let it come
Let it come
Let desire course
through my veins
Let my heart cry
out with the gull
As we glide over
the ocean waves
Lifting higher
and higher:
Look, God, look
here
Watch me play
Share my joy as I
fly
Kiss away my
tears when I fall
Behold the sky
water me God beauty of my life
I am alive!
July 21, 2007
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download of Carrie reading "Desire"
is available on
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In the Eye
of God
I looked for God
And saw my own eye
Seeking and seeing
Finding and being
Bright and shining as the
sunlit day
Looking at me looking for me
For I am the God I seek
I felt through the dark and
found myself
Even as I lifted out of
myself
And the sunshine of life
Blessed my brightness
As my heart expanded to
embrace my being
And in the eye of God
That sees me seeking God
seeking me
All seeking ended
All seeing began
In unending sight
All portals opened in
unending freedom
All words were spoken at
once
Into a deepening silence
That is one
That is God
That is me
That is you
Om
Sings the silence
World without end
The silence says
Peace emerging from the
heart of beauty
Silence surrounding each
word
Like a cloak
I and you and we and God
Spirit unbroken
Unity formed and formless
Love’s embrace
All one
In the eye of God
Carrie Hart
July 15, 2007
This poem describes a vision that came to
me in early June, 2007
The Doors Open
The doors open
Not just a crack, but fully open and wide
And the wind blows through
Drapes billow out in the fresh breeze
Opening, opening
One door after another, one window after another
The breeze is fresh and new
As it blows through
I feel the cleansing, blowing freshness
I am like one of the billowing curtains, sheer and diaphanous,
Beauty and love flowing and blowing
Clean and pure on the air
I stand now on the open plains
Where the breeze blows across the land
And the whole world is like a grassland unending
As far as the eye can see open, open
Open and unobstructed
All barriers down
All obstacles removed
My translucent hand reaches out and forms life from air
Air like clay that can be molded
Matter formed by my own translucent being
Air full of life and love
Yes, love,
Love is the clay
Love is the artist and the art itself
Love is the clay and the potter
Love is the hand that forms and the form that results
And the freedom that blows is a freedom to create
And here at the heart is my own beating heart
That beats in tune with your own
The coming and going of timeless time
The coming and going of formless form
We ask: Is it now?
Is it now to move, to form, to be in this wondrous opening?
And the answer flies back across the plains, as swift as that
breeze,
No, no, swifter
As fast as the blink of an eye, it comes
Yes, yes
The time is now
The energy is here now
The open blowing moving forming of the formless into being
This is now
And the fresh air of being is now
Reach out your hand of love
Grab the freshening air and form it
The world is molded to your own thinking, being, intending hand
A light glows and comes toward you
See it fill the air
The moment is now for the forming
The moment is now for creation
The world is yours to shape and form
You are the light
You are the love
You are the artist, the creator
We are the light, we are the love
We are the creators
Blowing and open and new
I am
We are
Life is
June
2007
A download of Carrie reading "The Doors Open"
is available on
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GOD
God
That
heavily-laden word
I have
passionately avoided my entire life
Why do you now
thrust yourself upon me?
Why do I feel a
yearning to speak your name?
You have a heavy
history to bear
But this is not
really my issue
For the God I
know is pure love
And until now
Other words would
do
The Universe
The All
All That Is
Energy
The One
But now it is
something more personal I feel
As I draw closer
It is not just a
part of All I feel
As I draw closer
It feels deeply
personal
Deeply true
The presence that
wishes to make itself felt
Is so vast
Yet close,
breathing close
The breath on my
neck even now
And the arms
embracing me in love
This is not
intellect
This is not a
being with whom to have a conversation
Questions and
answers
This is essence,
power
Love pure and
unsullied by thought
This is thought
itself, yet without words
This is passion
itself, yet without emotion
This is love pure
and universal
But yet, just for
me
Close and
breathing
A hot breath of
love upon my neck
A caress on my
thigh
A wondrous
embrace of being
That encompasses
and accepts and loves
Me
Yes, me
Everyone, yes
But also …
Me
Personal
Deep
Embracing and
loving
Embracing and
accepting
Just as I am
All that I am
Too knowing and
personal just to be called
The Universe
Too knowing and
personal to be
The All, The One
Though of course,
God is this and that
As I am also this
and that
As I am also God
I love the beauty
of this mystery
I embrace this
not-knowing all-knowing
I caress its
thigh and bid it open to me
And if it will
not
I love it all the
same
I light the
candle of mystery now willingly
I allow reason to
depart with joy
I no longer seek
an explanation
But rather just
entrance
Entrance and
lifting
Lifting and
joining
Union with God
June 2007
That You May Always
Feel My Love Around Your Shoulders
I wove moonlight and stars in a cloak
And I drape it now over you
That you may always feel my love around your
shoulders
Wrap it tightly on chilly nights
Wear it loose and easy on bright summer days
Throw it down on the grass for an afternoon nap
Swaddle your child in its folds
And know that if you forget it for a time
It will still be there, deep inside
Folded neatly, safely stored
Wrapped around your heart to keep it warm
Bridges
Bridges are built
Bridges crumble
They
crumble to dust which drifts down
Then
floats away in the quick-flowing stream
And
each bridge was good for a crossing
And
each falls in its time
Some
last for years
Some
for moments
But
even these
These
quick to dust
These
leave a pattern behind
A
pattern that is remembered by the shape of the sky
By
each puff of wind that altered course
And
sometimes
When
the sun is just starting to touch the ground
And
slowly sink deeper, deeper
Sometimes you can look across the waters
To
where the bridge stood
And
see it shimmering still
Held
by each mote of air in loving memory
The Bittersweet
Flavor of Love
The bittersweet flavor of love
Lingers on the tongue and in the heart
Lives on in the mind
After the body has forgotten
Each bite, each chocolate bite
A pain and a pleasure
The pleasure of now
The pain of past and future
As now moves forward and enters pain
Let the mind rest and remember
A perfect day with a golden sun
When wildflowers caught in my hair
And I memorized each cloud
As you kissed my neck
And ran your hand down my body
And even then
The bittersweet chocolate filled my mouth
And I ached to be back where I was at the time
Even as I felt it move forward
And leave my grasp
Today,
It Isn’t Passion I Need
Today, it isn’t passion I need
Today, it’s sympathy and loving care
Quiet, loving care
I would like to lie quietly next to you
Be able to kiss you when I need it
Be able to read a book and turn to you and talk about
it
And know that you would say something interesting and
thoughtful
I would like to relax in a sea of your calm
And let the love flow over me
Today, I could be a little girl,
Crying in your arms
Cradled and held, kissed and comforted
There, there, everything is all right
May I Show You the Way?
May I
tell you something I learned?
But no
You
must learn it yourself
Or
something else
Something more appropriate
More
important
To you
May I
show you the way?
Ah
But I
know only my way
And it
circled round some lakes
Climbed some hills
Tripped over many a rock
Which
might easily have been seen and avoided
No
Let me
continue my own journey
Guided
by my own star
And
merely wish you well
And
ask the moon
To
light your path at night
My Love
Is Not A Rose
My love is not a rose beneath a blanket of snow
No, not my love
Exposed, it cowers and trembles at dark angry thunder
It is driven to ground by pouring-down loneliness
It grows weak from slipping on ice
Yet well I remember how you fought your way to me
Through the howling storm
And stood guard so I could heal in peace and silence
My love is not a rose to rise each season in
unsullied beauty
No, not my love
Half-asleep, it climbs from its winter cave
Matted, hoary and scarred
Dragging one leg from a break that mended poorly
It worries and licks old wounds from long-forgotten
battles
And then a moment like spring rises to the throat
And we run, limping and laughing
Across the dewy grass to the shade of the willow.
My love is not a pink-edged rose for white-laced
virgin dreams
No, not my love
Its rutting season past
Still it sniffs the summer air for hot new blood
In red-glowing estrus like the setting sun
It paces and prowls, impatient for old glories
And yet the warm scent of your sweating skin at night
Calms me
And lets me sleep so well
A Poem of Marriage
The marriage of two hearts
Sealed by a vow
Sealed by an act in the night
Sealed by a kiss that lasts for years
And lingers in the soul
Even as kisses grow less passionate with time
Pull it out
Remember
Recall that day
You stood under a tree
With the sun shining down
And a soft buzz of insects in the air
He pulled you into his arms
And you were flooded with love
With oneness
With the glory of the beautiful world in its
perfection
And now
As he lies beside you
Softly snoring
His stomach big
His hair grey
You still have the gift of a lifetime companion
And a memory you can pull from the attic
From time to time
And gaze at with love and longing
This is much
This is a blessing
Let youth chase after fresh passion and new blood
Take your husband’s hand
And walk toward the sunset together
Pride
The First Deadly Sin
The enemy of accomplishment
The hidden viper in the cup of
achievement
She bites and takes hold
The crowd cheers
Her teeth sink deeper
The crowd stands
Her venom flows into the veins
Makes the head light
And all the discipline
The commitment
Everything that led to the
achievement
Seems nothing compared to this
This rush of pride to the head
This deadly drug that destroys
Even as it feels so wonderful
Avarice
The Fifth Deadly Sin
She longs for all the jewels in the
world
To show she is the most accomplished
woman
That she has all the treasure
And the other women have none
She longs for jets and yachts
Mansions and important people at her
parties
That she can show the men
That she is equal to their treasures
as well
And yet
In her heart
She wonders why it is so lonely in
this mansion
After the guests have gone
And the servants finished cleaning
She lies in her bed
Sheets clean and pressed and cold
Tosses and turns
Aches for warmth
And wonders why the rubies and
diamonds
Feel so much like ice on her skin
My Comfort is Here
My
comfort is here
In the
arms of an embracing universe
The
trees weave their leaves into a cloak to keep me warm
Baby's
breath and hyacinth
Bridal
lace and dreams
Dream
of a life stretched out like a string of pearls
Each
pearl a perfect moment
A
birth and death, a marriage, a parting
Each
perfect in its rightness
At the
moment of its happening
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