“TAPESTRY OF FERTILE DELIGHT,” “THE GIFT OF GOOD LAND” and “ALONE OF STILL MOUNTAIN” 3 poems about living the good life on Still Mountain
TRANSFORMATIONAL POETRY For The SPIRITUAL SOUL by Chinmayan
THE DAWNING LIGHT, Volume 7, Issue Number 471
JOURNEY OF THE HEART Section Number 279
Monday, September 18, 2023
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TAPESTRY OF FERTILE DELIGHT
Driving north in our old truck,
Loaded heavy with recycled
Materials for our cabin build
On Still Mountain…
On this thin ribbon of road
As it winds out and
Away from the cities,
Deep into the country,
I experience the land
Unfolding on each side
In the green grassy weaving
Of a round hill, curving
Canyons, and flowering
Fields that fire my soul
With a rich tapestry
Of fertile delight.
January 9, 1985
Photo Credit: Chinmayn “The view from the ridge on Still Mountain”
THE GIFT OF GOOD LAND
I have been walking Still Mountain
In a cold winter rain—
Drizzle and fog in grey sweeps
Obscures the canyon below.
I open my heart to
Finding, meeting and receiving
The spirit of this good land—
And as I hike down the
Ravine to the creek where a
Waterfall tumbles from a
High rock cliff in roaring
Turbulence and swirling mist,
And then cross the white water
To the trail leading to Far Meadow
And its acres of waving grass,
Edged with huge ancient oaks
And secret sacred power spots…
As I walk the land’s wide and
Welcoming expansiveness,
I begin to see it’s deep beauty,
And its natural perfection that
Opens my eyes and lifts
My heart ever higher,
Until I realize with loving certainty
That this good land is the
Divine’s great gift to me—
The Lord’s love made manifest
For my new and better life’s
New home and graceful reality.
February 7, 1985
Photo Credit: Nyima Fitzmaurice “A view from a mountaintop of the Sierras”
ALONE ON STILL MOUNTAIN
Alone on Still Mountain
I carry loneliness,
And the sharp pain of
Solitariness turning over
In my heart.
Tears rise up out
Of that pain as I watch
The full moon rise,
And it’s cool light flooding
The trees and the valley below,
Reflecting like diamonds off
Of glistening frozen leaves.
On Still Mountain,
I confront true aloneness
Far from anyone I know
In the deep silence
Of the night…
And feel its sharp
Clarifying blades as
I am pushed to prayer
And seeking to turn
It into solitude through
Finding my way into
Communion with my
Sweet beloved Lord within.
February 7, 1985
Original Revelations Poem and Calligraphy by Chinmayan
Image Credit: Still Mountain Meditation Retreat
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