Wholeness

Tree of Life, Gustav Klimt (1909)

“There is in all visible things…a hidden wholeness.”

~Thomas Merton

God romps through The Family Tree of Art

infinitely more often than we who

are yet visible, who work through Branches

of it to create and then deconstruct forms

looking for what plays in-through-around-at—

beyond our nature deep in Nature’s Tree.

To make, unmake, reform ever over

makes us (like changing seasons) synced with truth.

Unknowingly, we are exactly what

we seek—a perfect form revealing what

we want to own and never can because

we’re only part of The Family Tree.

Do you see me as imperfectly as

I see you (and all Nature too)?  Our hope

lies in relationship of each to each—

not separate and lonely artistry

but connected and symbiotic, or

else only dead meat left of amputees.

But God plays through each part of the famed Tree

of Art, inviting us to join with hints

and whiffs in the imitations we make—

our music curls our inner ear and still

arts train our eyes, while skin—our largest sense-

u-all organ—is always on!  How Brilliant!

Perpetual motion creates the glow

the Tree gives off—innumerable counts

of luminosity as if on fire.

And so, look up!  Ascend to Tree Tip Top.        

Tune in with Sun and Stars for a glance

at how Earth’s Nature looks within God’s Dance.

Poets United Poetry Pantry #274

Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast

New Prometheus*

Source: the Kissing Fish Facebook page

Mastery—what is that?

The beginning of the end, perhaps,

if we are harnessed to

our own poor devices—our gifts to humanity

displayed in global warnings for all to see—

life a bargain for a brief

small slice of mortality.

But let us rediscover fire—

this time emerging from our love of life,

aflame to know and brighten earth’s many parts—

including humans,

particles of rock,

and waves and atmospheres—

planet’s petals and roots

and marbled veins flowing with blood.

How not to harm?

Let us master that—

or, with love the motive—

throw away duality

to see more intricate

and delicate reality

connecting us to earth (our home and family) 

Imagine that!

Accepting all diminishes none.

Let’s rediscover fire in opened hearts—

know loving kindness gift and given,

warp and woof in coats of every color.

Let’s harness sparks of energy

as part of God’s answer

to scarcity and loss—

ever renewing love

not scarce at all. 

    *Prometheus (from Wikipedia): 

("forethought") is a Titan in Greek mythology, best known as the creator of mankind and its greatest benefactor, who gifted mankind with fire stolen from Mount Olympus. 

 For Sumana's Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Fire
(a very rough draft)

Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast

Quest

bigwavephoto

Go with the waves, do not fight and do not fear

the froth of daily sweat which feeds your heart.

Trusting its rise and fall, your way is clear.

Wave as friends pass, but to your course adhere.

You cannot exchange places or take part –

Go with the waves; do not fight and do not fear.

Though it seems your friends too soon disappear,

they leave gifts that nurture your greatest art.

Trusting their rise and fall, your way is clear.

It’s time to take your sabbatical year

and discover paths leading off the chart.

Go with the waves; do not fight and do not fear.

Your spirit can manage the vast frontier—

Listen to breath’s rhythm as you depart.

Trusting its rise and fall, your way is clear.

Your experience serves to engineer—

No greater science and no martial art—

Go with the waves; do not fight and do not fear.

Trusting their rise and fall, your way is clear.

For Sumana's 

Midweek Motif ~ Waves  at Poets United

Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast 

Liberty

Silver-haired mother of four, grandmother

of hundreds and friend of the heart to me,

Liberty healed others with books she read

and dispensed—this 5-foot tall elder who

has the same middle name—Lisbeth—as I.

Wide grin under twinkly blue eyes, silence

held her thoughts until requested and then

her tree-ring wrinkles lifted as she spoke

and resettled perfectly around her smile. 

She won at scrabble, cheating guilelessly.

She gave away all her pots and pans but

one, divesting before moving into

assisted living.  We worshipped reading

aloud.  When her memory went, we found

the same passages thrilled daily anew.

Her ministry was one of loving words
and thoughts as they embraced each other and
mingled in sentences and paragraphs,
accumulated daringly between
covers, and then opened to spark freedom.

For my prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Honoring our Elders

Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast