poem: the signature of all things

poem: the signature of all things

awakening each day
to the winter’s inky blue-black
pre-dawn skies
arising from that inky orb

stripes of orange, yellow, cyan
striped across the horizon
a hopeful iridescent glow
in the scant light of new day

resurrecting to the truth
awakening, gathering myself up,
picking up pen and paper,
pondering the interconnectedness of all

writing from the core of my being,
on Earth Home in the Cosmic void,
the Great Universe spins
numinous visions arise

seeking creative expression and sharing
enlivening kinship with all things
from the Ground of All Being,
the Signature of All Things is writ,

“that all may be one”
That I Am
All in All

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
February 9, 2021

Photos by Herb Stone

(reader’s note: the poem reflects the mystic’s
union with God which enlivens and connects
all things; it draws upon the teachings of Aldous
Huxley’s ‘Perennial Philosophy,’ Lady Julian
of Norwich’s ‘Oneing,’ Jacob Boemhe’s book ‘The
Signature of All Things,” and the words of Jesus,
the Cosmic Christ, from the Gospel of John 17:21)

haiku: luminous possibilities for the day

haiku: luminous possibilities for the day

in the inky sky
dawn’s luminous tendrils spread
the day we wake up

Herb Stone

here&now working poetry

February 4, 2021

photos by Herb Stone

poem: winter equinox 4:01 a.m. northern hemisphere

poem: winter equinox 4:01 a.m.
northern hemisphere

shortest day
longest night
first winter’s day
at our door

cold, wet fog
blanketing all

nothing astir
all in its burrow
save the winter hare
and snowy owl
in stillness

season’s visions
stars in the east
the light of the world
the fire of the spirit
Universal Cosmic Christ

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
December 21, 2020

image courtesy of Lowell Observatory

(reader’s note: Jupiter and Saturn
will form rare “Christmas Star” on
winter solstice. On December 21, 2020,
Jupiter and Saturn will appear closer
in Earth’s night sky than they have
since 1226 A.D.)

Reflection: summa vitae meae, scio te ipsum

Reflection: summa vitae meae, scio te ipsum
Preface: I was deeply moved to write the following brief account summarizing the sum of my life’s purpose and expression and endeavors to know my self, which I must humbly preface with a poem from Mechthild of Magdeburg, a medieval mystic:
“Of all that God has shown me
I can speak just the smallest word,
Not more than a honey bee
Takes on her foot
From an overspilling jar.”
And so I begin. From my earliest childhood memories, before I understood their connotation and significance, and certainly since I was old enough to read and write, I have spent a lifetime endeavoring to understand and experience the truth of dreams, visions, creativity, religious experience, and spiritual traditions and practices.
Having studied the world religions and a plethora of spiritual traditions, read a library full of religious and spiritual literature, practiced numerous spiritual practices, spent years in intensive self inquiry, participated in the life of the Lutheran church, and endeavored to express it all creatively,
certainly I see this as the primary purpose and expression of my life (summan vitae meae) to this point and continuing forward. All else flows from this source.
And what of this life’s purpose and its expression? It has gifted me with some of the greatest stories ever told from the beginning of time, the great spiritual and religious literature and art of the ages, life transforming spiritual practices for mind, body, and spirit, an awareness and consciousness of that which creates, wounds, heals, sustains, and makes us whole, the shadows of self and the truth of Self, and the authenticity of mutual relationships and true belonging together in community.
From my earliest memories until now as a septuagenarian, I have come to know there is no greater purpose in life than to know our own true Self (scio te ipsum) wholly body, mind, and spirit and to enter fully into the mutuality of relationships and life together in authentic community walking one another home always.
Beloved, until we know ourselves, we cannot help ourself, or anyone else.
Khrisnamurti said, “When I understand myself, I understand you, and out of that understanding comes love.”
Ram Dass said, “Be here now.”
Gary Zukav wrote, we “may learn through the fear and doubt of our personality or through the courage and wisdom of the soul. The choice is ours to make.”
da, da, da
damyata, datta, dayadhvam
shanti, shanti, shanti


poem: another Advent begins (morn, pre-dawn)

poem: the Spirituality of imperfection (presence in the suffering world)