I bask in the sun every morning when I go out with my dog. It fills me with cosmic energy. I just got back from that to read this poem. A great reminder that we can harness the power of the sun to empower us in our being.
I love this, Mary! Face to the sun or standing in the pouring rain. Nothing calms me more than being outside (especially with the Trees.) This adds another element to ponder. Absorbing the power of it all. 💚
Amen!! Mary. I also love this poem. It's inspiring, and for some reason it reminded me of the old traditional African American Spiritual song: "Let us break bread together on our knees, let us break bread together on our knees, when I fall on my knees WITH MY FACE TO THE RISING SUN, O Lord, have mercy on me. It continues with other verses: Let us drink wine together; Let us praise (thank) God together. I truly do wish we could all break bread and drink wine together, but I do thank God for The Art of Freedom and for you, Mary, and for all who come here and form this uplifting group. "Oh, I ain't gonna bow no more, no I ain't gonna bow no more". LOL. Do I hear another AMEN! xox
I so love the glorious imagery in this beautiful poem, Mary. No one was born to grovel, as we are each magnificent in our own way. Coming to that understanding is the purpose of the spiritual journey… and poetry like yours!
I love this... It's exactly what I was talking about in my comment on Karen's post. This whole concept of remembering who we are and why we came here. This is what we need more of circulating to empower people to not just prepare, but to take ownership of our power to co create the world we want to live in... Not just let others choose our fate.
Jun 9, 2023·edited Jun 9, 2023Liked by Mary Poindexter McLaughlin
That's the spirit! fer some reason it seems ever-so catlike--like proud felines, stretchin' out on a sunny winda sill un-self-consciously with just joy an' warmth an' thoughts 've ketchin' the mice, certainly not scurrin' low an' ruinnin' skeered like 'em lil' squeakers... even moreso, it seems like the even bigger lions that lift their chests proud, manes flowin' back, an' extend their back haunches slowly, langorously, with pride (in their pride!)... an' confidence an' then... should sumthin' trouble 'em, some lil' gnat, some squwak that disturbs their siesta... (some pontificatin' globalist goon?)... they slowly, carefully, calculatin'ly lift one elegant majestic, silk-sinew leg an'.... send out a potent geyser-stream hotter n' more powerful than a firehose so as ta douse ANYONE an' ANYTHING that would pierce their peace... We humans kin learn lots from the Big Cats. Big cats befriend that big sky an' importantly... they do not grovel! Meow! ...an' ROAR!
We have all had moments of groveling. It is the worst possible feeling to know I compromised my self-dignity and worth to please someone I perceived as more important...to wake up with a “grovel hangover" - no thanks!
😍☀️🙏 Are you a life coach? You aught to be!
I bask in the sun every morning when I go out with my dog. It fills me with cosmic energy. I just got back from that to read this poem. A great reminder that we can harness the power of the sun to empower us in our being.
I love this, Mary! Face to the sun or standing in the pouring rain. Nothing calms me more than being outside (especially with the Trees.) This adds another element to ponder. Absorbing the power of it all. 💚
Amen!! Mary. I also love this poem. It's inspiring, and for some reason it reminded me of the old traditional African American Spiritual song: "Let us break bread together on our knees, let us break bread together on our knees, when I fall on my knees WITH MY FACE TO THE RISING SUN, O Lord, have mercy on me. It continues with other verses: Let us drink wine together; Let us praise (thank) God together. I truly do wish we could all break bread and drink wine together, but I do thank God for The Art of Freedom and for you, Mary, and for all who come here and form this uplifting group. "Oh, I ain't gonna bow no more, no I ain't gonna bow no more". LOL. Do I hear another AMEN! xox
I so love the glorious imagery in this beautiful poem, Mary. No one was born to grovel, as we are each magnificent in our own way. Coming to that understanding is the purpose of the spiritual journey… and poetry like yours!
Love this! 💪🏼
I love this... It's exactly what I was talking about in my comment on Karen's post. This whole concept of remembering who we are and why we came here. This is what we need more of circulating to empower people to not just prepare, but to take ownership of our power to co create the world we want to live in... Not just let others choose our fate.
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They would like us to forget
our origin,
what we are made of,
who we really are.
Eyes to the sky, if you dare,
lean back, arms outstretched—
Yes
to your divinity,
to a power unfettered;
let that gesture be your gratitude,
your awe, your humility,
and bow no more.
That's the spirit! fer some reason it seems ever-so catlike--like proud felines, stretchin' out on a sunny winda sill un-self-consciously with just joy an' warmth an' thoughts 've ketchin' the mice, certainly not scurrin' low an' ruinnin' skeered like 'em lil' squeakers... even moreso, it seems like the even bigger lions that lift their chests proud, manes flowin' back, an' extend their back haunches slowly, langorously, with pride (in their pride!)... an' confidence an' then... should sumthin' trouble 'em, some lil' gnat, some squwak that disturbs their siesta... (some pontificatin' globalist goon?)... they slowly, carefully, calculatin'ly lift one elegant majestic, silk-sinew leg an'.... send out a potent geyser-stream hotter n' more powerful than a firehose so as ta douse ANYONE an' ANYTHING that would pierce their peace... We humans kin learn lots from the Big Cats. Big cats befriend that big sky an' importantly... they do not grovel! Meow! ...an' ROAR!
Beautiful 💜
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I LOVE this.
I LOVE the spirit of this and the grounded-ness of it too. Yes we are part of it all, the earth and the sun. We belong here.
Beautifully expressed, Mary. Thank you!
We have all had moments of groveling. It is the worst possible feeling to know I compromised my self-dignity and worth to please someone I perceived as more important...to wake up with a “grovel hangover" - no thanks!