The Beloved

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THE BELOVED by Naomi Stone

I sometimes feel that I was born to love God, to write and sing of the indwelling Spirit that empowers my life…

I don’t write for recognition, but to share the sacred invitation to every soul to open the heart

to such an intimate relationship that bridges all the opposites connecting the human and divine within ourselves and in all Life.

I call God “the Beloved” in the tradition of the mystics who celebrate the Great Silence and the sweet Mystery beyond our certainty.

I have found great spiritual freedom in loving and discovering the Presence of divine light

in the diversity of the flowing manifestation of creation energy in Nature, in wilderness, in the sharing of our hearts with each other,

and in the sheltering love that sets us free to be!

The songs celebrate the lightness of being, the joy of relationship, and the belovedness I experience as I surrender to the Beloved.

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“Song of the Beloved”

by Rassouli

http://www.avatarfinearts.com

The Beloved

The Beloved emerges and

arises from within

divinely created moments

to surprise and startle me awake

from my human slumbering

talks to me in rumbling thunderstorms

in whirling winds

washing away the heat

from parched surfaces

of wilting flowers and thirsty lips

rinsing the dust from the leaves

washing the windows of the world

with dancing raindrops of light

appearing in penetrating minds

and insights

in discoveries of truth

arms of expanding love and open hands

that clasp my own

the waters of life clear away

whatever is confining brilliance

dissolving limitation

revealing flashing potential

beyond my knowing

The Beloved soothes my pain

drowns the empty noise

opens my hearing

and sings to me in a thousand songs

of birds and humming insects

blinking in a glowing firefly

catching the gleaming light from flying fish

leaping from the sea

to glimpse the sky

The Beloved plays with words

rearranges meaning

creates new language

enlightens and brightens

with a laugh that shakes the world

The Beloved sometimes hides in a child

who wants to be held

sometimes in a flower that delights my eyes

sometimes an owl outside my window

watching in the night

a soaring hawk

a clumping elephant

a sleek panther

a clumsy pelican with a beak

full of fish

a wild mustang

a clucking chicken showing her chicks

how to scratch for food

an unfolding story told around a fire

flowing in a whispering stream

roaring in a rushing river

circling in a spinning planet

crawling in an ant

slowly building a mound of dirt

to make a home

or peeking wonderfully

out of the soft petals

of the pinkness of a peony

The Beloved

flows in all that

is entertaining and stunning

beautiful and joyful

awkward and new

strange and familiar

compelling and thrilling

I am bewildered

perplexed

overwhelmed

excited

blood stirring

heart racing

in love with such

endearing diversity and range

ever changing

every encircling me with tenderness

humbling me with scarcity

exalting me with abundance

giving birth to a star

scattering seeds

across the universe

to give birth to more

I am enchanted by such infinite love

by revelation

by the gift of creation

by strong arms

flashing eyes

filled with tears

with love that ever amazes

and forever touches my heart

in disarming and charming ways

The storm that awakens me

quiets into gentle raindrops touching

and cradling me

to rest as every drop

becomes a waking dream

that pools and expands

until the dam breaks

flooding the valleys of my being

with endless beauty

The Beloved makes each moment new

sweeping me into feelings

I have never felt before

leaving me reeling

and feeling like a bride

of a forever life

laced with an enhancing

eternal dance

creating a new story

of all that love can be..

May it always be so…..

(I find descriptions of myself challenging to write, since there is a blessed disappearance into this sacred energy of the flame of love.

 I found my freedom as a mystic, who surrenders to the Beloved, who is far greater than my words can express.

I love the mystery and the cloud of unknowing in the classic sense;

I also love the sharing with so many women who are finding their own voice,

living their lives, and the truth of the Word manifesting, and creating our moments.

I am Naomi, living in the open spaces they call the heartland.

I have raised two sons, and am thrilled to continue to experience their becoming.

Here I share with you their sweetness as young boys, pictured with me as a young mother.)

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Naomi Stone: “I am a contemplative, a mystic, a pilgrim, a seeker, a woman deeply in love with the God hidden in all of us,in all of His Creation,

who comes shining out when we least expect it and takes my breath away and breathes me with His sublime Presence in everything.

 I have two sons and loved raising them.

I was a teacher for years, taught at the university level, did some community work,

helped start a hospice in our area,

and worked with patients and families for years.

I am consoled by Nature and the natural world and have embraced the life of a spiritual hermit.”

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You may visit Naomi on her website here where she has shared over 700 of her poems over the last four years.

You may contact her via Facebook here. 

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