Barefoot In The Sacred

Posted on May 19, 2015 by maskednative

in the sacred

Step outside the garden door,

with bare feet on cold concrete,

and after the realisation that it’s not so bad,
you can bear it,
move on to the dew wet morning grass,
to the uncut patch,
where the secret life within grounds you
to the heart of your heart,
to the world heart,
to the one sacred whole where you know yourself in everything,
where everything has it’s peace,
and even inanimate objects
find their rest in the sacred.

About maskednative

There is a gazebo at the end of the garden. It overlooks the estuary. When the tide is in, sea water pools around seaweed covered rocks. The sound is peaceful, meditative. I drink an early morning coffee, listen to the birds singing morning songs, watch a spider spin his fragile life between timber beams above my head. Even in the harshest of winters, the rise and fall of tides, sun-light on water, movement of sky, cloud, moon and stars, allows an awareness of nature behind the mask of perceived reality. I offer my words and pictures in celebration and gratitude to God, for allowing me a glimpse behind the mask. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bio: Teri Flynn was born in Wales of Welsh and Irish Parents. Educated in England, she moved to Co.Waterford, Ireland in 1997 where her Poetry has since appeared in “The Turning Tide” – an anthology of new writing from Co.Waterford. “Southward” The Journal of the Munster Literature Centre and “Imagine” The Tallow Writers Group quarterly review. Her poetry appears in “Sticky Orchard”, a group effort with Alan Garvey, Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill and grant assisted by Waterford County Council’s Arts Grant Scheme. “Listening To The Grass Grow” with Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill was published by Edward Power at Rectory press and most recently, in ‘Murmurings’, Remembering Anthony O’Neil, with Jim O’Donnell and Alan Garvey. Her poem Queen Of The Sea was included in the Chesapeake Exhibition at RUH, Bath, 2011. Figurehead Carver, Andy Peters. Photographic display of Ship’s Figurehead Carvings by Richard Sibley – http://www.tallshipsgallery.com A themed display of her oil paintings and poems entitled Cynefin, were on display in Waterford during The Imagine Festival in 2017. Cynefin-pronounced kuh-nev-in is a Welsh word meaning habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.
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19 Responses to Barefoot In The Sacred

  1. Tom says:
    May 20, 2015 at 12:25 am

    Being grounded and rooted. Only mindfulness grants me access to my own often elusive reality.

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    • maskednative says:
      May 20, 2015 at 8:18 am

      Hi Tom,
      how true your words are, our elusive reality, gone to ground in the noise of the chattering monkeys in our mind, but then to find it in the peaceful mindfulness of awareness.

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  2. nataliescarberry says:
    May 20, 2015 at 1:32 am

    This is splendid! 🙂 ❤

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  4. ivonprefontaine says:
    May 20, 2015 at 3:42 am

    Reblogged this on Teacher as Transformer and commented:
    This beautiful poem reminded me of the Alfred North Whitehead that the past and future always meet in the sacred, holy ground of the present. We cannot be any other place except in our thoughts which create a fantastic future and idealized past.

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  6. Shards Of DuBois says:
    May 20, 2015 at 8:45 pm

    that was just simply beautiful! 🙂

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  7. davebarclay1954 says:
    May 21, 2015 at 5:54 pm

    Reblogged this on barclaydave and commented:
    Beautiful words well written. Comments are disabled here to leave one visit the original.

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  8. Geo Sans says:
    May 25, 2015 at 5:20 pm

    hello again
    experiential arrangements
    letters forming words
    ~
    growing
    sensory connections

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    • maskednative says:
      May 25, 2015 at 9:47 pm

      Thank you Geo.
      The language of our senses, so elusive, words never really justify, but I think our heart translates and sends forth to other hearts, to the one heart.

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  9. SirenaTales says:
    May 29, 2015 at 1:00 pm

    Ah, yes–the grace and mystery of “the uncut patch.” Thank you for this lovely and grounding poem, Teri. “Step….:” I love how you direct us immediately to our feet and our senses, wisely reminding us that they are rivers to our hearts, to the one heart. My dancing feet are dancing with joy upon reading this :). Thank you for your gift. xo

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