Category Archives: Spiritual Poetry

As It Is

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Wholeness creates a spaciousness of silence;

A silence with a voice so unimaginably loud,

So expressively deep, that its tone is nothing on the ear.

I rest and am consumed and am born again;

Over and over, until the knowing is forgotten.

In the narrowest of moments that is All Moments.

 

Experiencing deep silence, deep, deep peace, so vast

It tips my senses to excess and expands my awareness

To that which cannot be quantified.

Rocketing out to fill and overfill the heavens.

And back again, to rock in the sacred, hidden moment

Of nowhere, no time, no sound, no-thing.

 

Within and without dissolves for a second,

The memory of the moment echoes,

Spreading tentacles of remembrance,

Soul prompts, leading the way back home.

Birth, death and love revolve

Through the framework of my being,

What Is and What Is Not, in balance – together.

 

A fracturing of thought allows me to experience

The One Act that lasts for all eternity

In the timeless history of my being.

Hope has died within the moment; it is not needed anymore,

And regret for loss of the moment is meaningless now.

I have it all and I have nothing,

Sometimes I know it and that is As It Is.

 

© Sue Claughton, 2016

Bluebells

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Bluebells are purple

Around my head,

Their indigo halo

Stems my verdant absorption.

Warmed by sweet earth

I float in easy undulation,

And the great heart beats,

A distant pulse against my back.

 

The breeze comes from far away,

It carries a silver light,

Hazing, softening,

Making all I see, dreamlike

And beautiful.

My skin stops me

From dispersing on the wind,

Like so many seeds,

Lured to colourful creation,

So I implode,

A microcosm of sacred stars.

 

Gazing at the sky,

The sunshine is blue;

Reaching down to me

Through fluttering green,

It warms my face.

My focus scatters,

Expanding into light;

I am a flower,

Unfolding from the heart,

Within a ring of dancing bells.

 © Sue Claughton, 2016

Ready or Not

You hold the entire world within You.
The world doesn’t contain you, you contain it.
You have created this world unconsciously;
Your emotions have coloured it,
Your desires and fears have textured it,
Your passions have animated it,
Your thoughts have shaped it,
Your uninformed prejudices have shaded it.
Do you like what you have created?
Or could you create better?

The time for unconscious creation
has come to an end.
It’s time to consciously create
A world far beyond this three dimensional
Slash and splash of unrestrained knee jerk reactivity.
It’s time to stretch into deeper dimensions.
Do you know how?
Can you reach beyond the flimsy barricade
That boxes you into false limitation?
Do you dare?

You are an artist without an audience,
Yet you do have a benefactor.
Your benefactor knows your worth,
Understands your prevarication,
Yet has grown weary of the false humility
You use as a prop to excuse your impotence.
A benefactor is a figure of support, a well wisher
Who fires your creative expression through
Nurturing and sustaining you, until you are ready
To stand alone, self nourished and free of limitation.

This time of weening must stop,
Or how else will you thrive in full knowing,
Of what and who you have the potential to become?
Evolve or die. Grow or wither.
It’s not exactly now or never,
But if not now, when?
The world is waiting with bated breath for You,
And only You. Do you sense the anticipation
Of a world on the edge of the precipice,
Of awakening from the dream of You?

You inhabit an empty theatre,
No one waits in the wings,
You are alone on the stage of existence.
What play will you stage?
A tragedy? A drama?
Or will you step free of the stage,
Abandoning its narrow confines
And reach into the impenetrable darkness,
Beyond the spotlights and far beyond the auditorium,
To be the star that you’re destined to become?

© Sue Claughton, 2016

I am a prayer

My life is a prayer to God.

Every breath I take thrums

With the life force that sustains me.

Every step I take is a lesson

That shows me again and again

How I may conquer my fear

And come home to myself.

Yet I am never far from home,

Less than a moment away,

And every atom that shapes me

Is default set to guide me to my bliss.

 

On the outside my life may seem unremarkable,

But deep within, I am an extraordinary being of light

Who is immersed in the sea of creation.

Yet I guard this secret well, even from myself.

Apart from sometimes, when the veil slips

And I stretch effortlessly into infinity.

 

But even when I perceive myself falsely

And my light appears to dim,

Even then, when I go within

I feel my skin straining to contain me,

For fear my true nature will break free,

Shattering my limited illusions before I am ready.

Even now, as I sit here quietly,

I can feel it, a tipping point, a balancing act

As who I think I am wrestles with who I know myself to be.

 

I am God’s love, God’s joy, God’s peace.

I didn’t think I was big enough to hold so much

But I find that I am vast, immense beyond belief.

 

Can you feel it too?

That gentle hum like a million fluttering doves.

That is you, your essence,

Vibrating, pulsating with the heartbeat of creation.

You are amazing, you are beautiful,

You and I are everything

And we are nothing.

We are free, we are unbound,

We are the silent sound,

Sharing a dream of physicality.

© Sue Claughton, 2016

Home

My world the sky,

Everything I know,

I see there first.

Every piece of my life, every beat of my heart

Brought me here to this hilltop,

To remind me of what I most need to know;

Love is all there is, and was, and will be.

 

Every fear, every moment of pain,

Every hour of confusion, is forgotten here.

This blessed landscape, territory of the soul and

Homeland of the heart is as close as my blood,

As intimate as my bones, more real than my dreams.

Every loss becomes healed in this wild space,

Where I am completely alone but never lonely.

 

I want to shout my name across the valleys,

Cry out loud to the mountain peaks:

This is my home, this is where I am at my best,

This is where I belong, unconditionally and forever.

In this blissful space amongst the hills and clouds

I can call to the heavens and hear them answer;

They are in me and of me, an indivisible whole.

© Sue Claughton, 2016

God’s Song

My heart is singing a song,

Can you hear it?

It sings across time and through space.

It is the song I was born with,

Yet it will not die with me.

My song will go on,

Reverberating beyond the imagined universe

Where distant souls will catch the cadence

Of its call. And they will remember.

 

My song will make you weep,

It will raise you up,

You will laugh with joy,

You will smile as you recognise it,

Because somehow you know

You’ve heard my song before.

 

You already know me,

Remember sweet soul,

We are all One and this world

Of separation is illusion.

My song will help you see…

Trust me, let it speak

Its truth and allow you to unlock yours.

 

My song is a thing of sacred beauty,

Singing, harmonising, keeping beat

With the symphony of creation itself.

Its notes will cross galaxies,

Permeate stars,

Infusing the heavens

With a prayer of loving devotion.

 

I hear your song too,

It is beautiful beyond measure,

Your unique creation.

Yet it is not a song I hear with my ears,

Your divine signature tune

Was created as a wake up call,

A summons from the One Soul

To all of us.

 

We are both, you and I,

The songwriter, the singer and the audience,

That is the divine beauty that we create here.

We are all singing, every one of us,

And every time a new voice is raised,

The sacred song shifts to accommodate and embrace it.

And this song is the song of life,

It is God’s Eternal Love Song to us all,

And it is beautiful.

© Sue Claughton, 2016

The New

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The new is always near,

Nudging, welcoming and calling us.

It waits right on the outer edge of our knowing

Like a word you can’t quite shape with your lips,

Waiting to be plucked like a cosmic cherry.

You can reach for it and claim a taste

If you don’t try too hard,

If you simply allow what’s yours to come to you.

 

Portals that open into newness are everywhere,

You don’t need a key, just a code.

And the codes are threefold:

Stillness, silence and space.

One, the other, or all three of them will do it.

In less than a heartbeat, you’ll be there.

 

What is the new?

Can newness exist as an energetic force

In the field of infinite possibility?

Do you belief in newness?

In life, creatively exploring and expressing itself?

If you dismiss newness as a pleasing concept

Or sell it short,

It will surely stay conceptual for you,

A half-remembered dream to taunt your starving soul.

 

It’s the place that artists, inventors and pioneers

Slip into without effort.

It’s where dreams are hooked and reeled back in

To become the nectar that sustains us all.

It belongs to no one and everyone.

It’s our place. Yours and mine.

Sometimes, we veer off course in dreamtime

And stay awhile. We half remember it and then shrug

It off like some opulent gown that doesn’t belong to us.

 

We are too humble. It fits us fine.

This magical, multidimensional wonderland.

It’s our homeland. It’s where we came from

And someday, it’s where we will return.

 

I choose this now, before I am called back.

I choose it because there is no other choice,

I cannot deny who and what I am.

I am a weaver of dreams, of new patterns,

Of unique designs, of unimagined colours,

Of a cloth that no hands, however deft, could weave.

I am a cosmic tapestry weaver and my work is eternal.

© Sue Claughton, 2016