Ruach, spirit, Inter-breath of being, I am molded word on wind, My voice open to your decreeing, The seed of life upon your wing, Aish, aish, I no longer burn For my soul is also flame My soul, it’s time to return To source; light; to the Name, Mayim, you are in my flowing Mayim…
Month: September 2012
Audrey – For Helen McNulty
Audrey – For Helen McNulty You should have played Moon River – Audrey Hepburn that you are, Music bending air, time aquiver, Beauty born under a poet’s star – Warmth, grace, edge Humour, fluid sound, Dancing on the ledge Lives in lost and found, “You’re her” you say…
What is Art?
What is art, what is love but a prayer? Devotion in creation and acts of care, Our art whispers back to us As we like waters to the oneness Murmur: I am your voice, a reflection, I am your vision, your own conception; I forge alchemy in my daily growing, I am your return to…
Trouble with apotheosis
Been having troubles with my apotheosis, Its a messy, sticky, awkward process! Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Creative Space
In our ‘creative space’, the world expands – We examine, we see, today in our hands How we learn; what we want this place to be, Inside out, outside in, a space as we make it Is not what we’re told it should have been. Each space is made of much, much more…
Courageous Dance
Courageous dance, to enter To awaken in the wake, Light of her in him and he in her Shed our casings like the snake To know body as a sacred space Removing layers we are clothed within, Eye to eye, lips to lips, face to face Curved new membrane, skin on skin Sensing risk, trust,…
When words are not enough, I write …
I appear to have followers and people have liked a number of my poems. Thank-you :). When I am more awake I will give myself time to read your blogs. Hopefully within the next days. I thought I would welcome you and mention a few things about what I write. I have a strange habit…
Bee sings OM
Bee sings “OM” We are the word alive, The song of “Om” From the honey-bee’s hive, She knows how to dance in air, Though science says her weight her wings could never bare, Should she be silent, life is cleft, Without her impossible flight No life would be left – Divine Romance…
Shanah Tovah Poems
Shanah Tovah God is the void and the manifestation, Here we must herald the gift of our birth, Divine the thought and voice of creation, We, crafted of holy breath and the earth The Becoming requires our proclamation – We form the realm of the great sovereignty; The ineffable oneness independent of time, Revere Source…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 