Monarca Rising

Tag: truth

  • Keys

    They were lost Or rather Sometimes the Norns hide things In the present To reveal the past Which determines the future That day set us back to a place Where the jagged edges Carved sharply into our hearts There is no linear path To pain It spirals, each curve Touching new points On the same…

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  • One of These Days

    by Carmen H Gray One of these days I’ll get it right I’ll learn to lean into the lightness of the wind And I’ll borrow a song from the sea I’ll set all sadness aside and I’ll mend The hollowed out grief inside of me One of these days I’ll not care one bit I’ll…

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  • I AM-NESS

    I AM-NESS

    “The intuition of the moral sentiment is an insight of the perfection of the laws of the soul. These laws execute themselves. They are out of time, out of space, and not subject to circumstance.”-Ralph Waldo Emerson I Am-Ness by Carmen H Gray   I Am-ness is letting the whole be made up of all…

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  • The Rich Deep Tones of A Cello

    drawing by Carmen H Gray The Rich Deep Tones of A Cello by Carmen H Gray I’ve heard it in my dreams As if he called to me His voice in that same living tone Of her beloved instrument The sound waves echoing from our distant past An expanding ripple of spheres That reach across…

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  • Truth Teller

    art & poem by Carmen H Gray   Harbinger of Truth Night Scout Spirit of the hidden realms You called out Before dayspring with its auspicious, tender light Caught me, heedless in my faraway flight Who? Who? You asked And I heard the question Though I found no origin Surrounding my perception What were you…

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  • Dark Night

                                                         Art & Poem by Carmen H Gray I wrote the poem below 25 years ago. Found it today rummaging through old things this morning and it inspired a self-portrait.…

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  • 70,000

    70,000 by Carmen H Gray (art by children, ages 10 and 11, while staying at a respite center run by the Catholic church in McAllen, Texas) 70,000 is a neat number Rounded up for sixty-nine thousand and something beyond fifty Easily divisible by two Until you keep dividing in half Eventually you reach fractions of…

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  • Sundays in Autumn

    art and poetry by Carmen H Gray Sundays in Autumn Sundays in Autumn are alive In and amongst the decay The burnished rust revealing That even an exquisite crown Moves from its gilded beginnings To evidence of archaic vulnerable venerability All this I see with a deep inhale and an exhilarating sigh That great oak,…

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  • Up

    Up Before I took you there I just knew it was the place We had to travel together A steep and rocky path Crowded with ferns and lichen And a few old trees But you pointed out All of the new growth As we spoke of Trachtenberg math And you told me how He created…

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  • Life Twice, Again

    Life Twice, Again by Carmen H Gray Life twice, by and by The want, the wonder, the frivolous why The comings and goings of faraway ships Silvery musings forming inside of my lips Lips that once whispered youthful utterings While inside my belly where once there were flutterings A light has broken and shapes appeared…

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