Rumi and You

Once there came to be a cat named Rumi.
He was funny, friendly, bouncy and sleek,
with eyes of green that merged into your soul.
Sometimes he was ours, sometimes just yours.
Laid back but fierce, he could hunt with the best.
His paws no one could touch.

A thought was all it took to connect a touch
between human being and Rumi,
telepathic kitties are the best.
Black and white fur designed him sleek
and he knew intuitively that he was yours.
A spirit sage dwelt within his soul.

Soon his body became taxed but not his soul,
a vet was needed with his learned touch.
A trial was beginning that was yours,
to maintain his health and save your Rumi.
A malady did strike that took his sleek
and challenged him to remain his best.

Balance was found to restore that best,
body came into alignment with his soul;
his ruffled fur once again became sleek.
Cat was back…hadn’t lost his touch.
Our hearts were joyous for our Rumi,
a sigh of relief was mine and yours.

This cat had many more lives than you,
he kicked ass to regain his best.
No better cat for us than Rumi,
salvation was gifted through his soul.
A being of greatness, we were so touched,
he faced hurdles with strength and sleek.

Many long years he lived in sleekness
and never wavered that he was yours.
We were deeply affected by his touch,
those years with him were of the best.
He gave us his purity, his love, his soul,
this superb little being that we called Rumi.

Rumi’s life uplifted our souls and showed us our best.
His sleek countenance was because of your dedication
and your most selfless, loving touch.

I started this poem not too long after Rumi passed away but never finished just the last three lines, the envoi.  This is my tribute to a wonderful companion and my daughter who never gave up…until Rumi was ready to move on.

Tonight is Open Link Night over at dVerse and Bjorn invites us to link up any poem of our choice to share:

Tending Thoughts (A Sestina)

To tend my thoughts and focus on all that’s good
will surely serve me best and bring me peace.
Attention given to pain and all world woes
only takes my happiness and swings it low.
For me to feel its grief makes two that suffer,
I will instead beam love to make that grow.

The ripples will go forth and all will grow
in love, steadiness, happiness and good.
The world will begin to heal from all it suffers,
no ills can escape the mend; it will know peace.
No peoples, nor air, nor lands…high or low,
will no longer be affected by any woe.

I firmly believe that this will cure our woes,
to focus on the affirmative and watch it grow.
Keep light, laugh, enjoy…play high and low
and reap that energy that sustains all that’s good.
The world and you and I will revel in joyous peace.
Life’s sorrow will be but a memory suffered.

Delighted freedom from ills is all we’ll suffer.
Start now to train your thoughts to forego woe,
and see how quickly fear is replaced by peace.
Give up worry, allow the good to grow.
Our thoughts impart power to make things good,
energy reacts around us to elevate or lower.

Keep to a state of allowing the higher…not low
into your conscious thought to abate any suffer.
Practice feeling happy, relaxed and good.
All things can be returned from a place of woe
through expansion of loving thoughts that grow.
Pay attention to your feelings…follow those of peace.

Calm, harmony, stillness, silence, peace
instill us with the strength to accept the low
yet not react and give it feed to grow.
You and I, this planet, need not suffer
by wallowing, dwelling, and grieving in the woe.
Contemplate only on thoughts of good.

Enlighten yourselves to ease all suffering.
As a whole we can transmute life’s woe
and increase a thousand-fold the good.

Claudia is our hostess at dVerse Poets for Open Link Night:

The Sound Current

Arising before the dawn, to bathe my soul anew,
ancient techniques are followed, to guide myself within.
Many sages have forged these timeless practices,
lineages of enlightened beings offering illumination.
Aligning myself with the sacred current of sound,
raises my consciousness and vibratory scale. 

The speeding universe emanates a sweetened, singing scale
that captivates my awareness and cleanses me anew.
Chanting is a tool that helps me match this sound,
the frequency created penetrates my spine within.
Energy raised through the chakras brings illumination;
myriad methods and postures include this sacred practice. 

Homage is given to those who shared these practices.
O great saints and wise ones, I marvel at your scale,
your selfless perseverance that gifted such illumination.
This opportunity allows me to ever begin anew,
starting again from this moment to purify within.
It’s always present to source, this ever-humming sound.

Listen!  Quiet… I hear the ceaseless, universal sound
that permeates everywhere, enveloping my practice.
It’s the sound of creation, without and within.
It reaches beyond, nothing higher than this scale,
and erases all obstacles that keep me from anew.
Star-light pales beside this ever-burning illumination. 

Light so blinding, no eyes glimpse this illumination.
Knowing awareness awakens with the sound,
the goal is achieved –my soul is rest anew.
O my guru–humility is part of my practice,
your selfless guidance has enhanced my scale.
My heart is full of grace, no longer harsh within. 

It’s all around if we but perceive within,
the all encompassing light–pure illumination.
Nothing compares to this scale,
the divine, life-giving sound
graced to us through practice
to uncover our souls anew. 

Investigate within and tap into the sound,
achieve illumination through steadfast practice,
raise your vibratory scale and adorn your heart anew!

Open Link Night # 30 at dVerse Poets:

A Lifetime Ago

A lifetime ago we said our vows
Meaningfully and sure we gazed with love
Words and feelings touched our hearts
Entrusted together until breath’s end part
Bride with honor as her intention
Groom to guide and bid me follow

I allowed your lead; we had a path to follow
My trust placed in you through solemn vow
Our course clearly directed our intention
Life settled in–I thought I’d found love
But egoic authority threatened to part
It began the total breaking of hearts

What most call love, I know now is less heart
Than foolish games that we follow
These games are sure to wedge apart
Meaningless and hollow became those vows
Our life’s truth gone the way of “love”
Now day to day survival is our intention

Can we return to our true intention
Or will tortured psyches ruin our hearts
My mind is reeling; where is love
Your weaving path I will not follow
Belief no longer binds me to vows
To find freedom’s release is my part

Two now fragmented into parts
No longer sharing life’s intention
My eye of knowing avers my vow
Myself to depend with open heart
No longer needing someone to follow
I nurture myself with limitless love

Internal knowledge my source of love
Finding the whole that was never apart
Footsteps I take without following
Turning inward affirms my intention
The One has always held my heart
To look to myself my only vow

Find all love through love’s intention
Without division, it’s not apart–it resides entirely in your heart
There’s no one to follow and no need for vows

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