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Cheryl ALbrecht



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PostPosted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 1:20 pm    Post subject: New Poems . . Cheryl Albrecht Reply with quote

Dhruva

They called him Dhruva,
Fearless, steadfast and still.
Dhruva he became.
By perseverance,
and great austerity,
He shone for posterity.

When so very young
He was rejected
on his father's knee;
His mother was wise
and compassionate,
Counselled the infant
On how he could be.

The words were heard.
He knew no compromise
He would prove himself
Worthy to be recognised.

To the forest he went
Steadfast and devoted,
Unerringly vigilant.
In time the trees bent over
to give him some shade.
Animals guarded him
They knew of what he was made.

Initial motive forgotten,
Austerities continued,
His mediation profound,
Devotion to his Lord
Well it knew no bounds,
Unceasing praise of all known
and unknown was his sound.

Then the great Narada
Approached and bowing down,
Said, Dhruva henceforth
You shall ever shine
in the celestial, divine.

Now Dhruva is known
By other names too,
North Star, Polaris,
The Pole Star (for our time)
"It is the star to every
wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown,
although his height be taken".

He is that celestial fixed still point
Around which all revolve,
By which all can navigate
That far reaching light of Lights
That reminds us of our estate....
That stillness of being
From whence all can radiate.

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Cheryl


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 11:36 pm    Post subject: Ironing Reply with quote

Who knew that ironing
Could be so much joy and such fun?

Look, her caring hands with measured movement
across the crumpled fabric roam,
unnecessary creases patiently removed.

Look, the iron is so proud
as it builds up its steam, with water and fire,
the clothes now,
so much more than - just clean.

Look, the hands need no instruction,
how do they know what to do?
all necessary motion perfectly performed
choreographed by whom?

Look, the shirt will be left in a finer state,
than the one in which it was found;
the iron, the perfect instrument, used with flare;
now, there’s more of that subtle element in the air.

She is awake, embracing the present,
her action is an art, that sets her apart.
Now, the bonus being, on seeing
one other awake….one awakes.
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PostPosted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 1:26 pm    Post subject: Milly Molly Mandy Reply with quote

There was Milly Molly Mandy,
Christopher Robin and Winnie the Pooh,
Noddy and his friends too;
Pinocchio who taught us not to lie.

The Water Babies drenched us in pure delight
and Mrs Doasyouwouldbedoneby
and Mrs Bedonebyasyoudid
taught us more than we knew.

There were magic carpets on which we flew
Aladdin’s caves to explore
Peter Pan was a fan, he was forever young.
The Jungle Book and more.

Snugglepot and Cuddlepie
(The Gum Nut Babies)
The Magic Pudding and Blinky Bill
they all hid in the Australian bush.

And from China..
You hadn’t made it, till you could say it:
‘Tikki tikko tembo-no so rembo
Chari bari ruchi – pip peri pembo’

There were fairies, goblins, gnomes
and wizards so wise;
Cinderella and her trials
And her transformation.

Now, for those not..all too grown up ..
Once upon a time, there was a man
named Antoine de Saint-Exupery
he knew all about geopgraphy,

and he could fly..
but he also liked to draw,
(with adults, he didn’t get the score)
He had words to give us

originally they were in French;
He dedicated his book to
the child of the man
and gave us … “The Little Prince”…


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PostPosted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 1:12 pm    Post subject: Dwelling Reply with quote

Why would I live with the thoughts, in my head,
when there are so many wonderful places to dwell?

Nothing is either good or bad but thinking makes it so,
the bard said.
So, the senses can be reigned in, brought under control,
they can also be honoured for their role
in the temple of being.
- dwell there -

The ears, always open, no lids there to close,
they are ever present for
the sound of music, the sound of silence,
the enrapturing song, eloquent prose - dwell there -
the sound of the moment or… music of the spheres?
Keep company with angels, just listen, hear.

A hug, or the touch of the hand, or a nudge,
translates onto me the joy of the ‘other’.
The breeze, or the exhilarating air,
or the wind from north, south, east or west
blows new meaning into the being
It can touch the heart – dwell there –

The eyes, the mirror of the soul,
into what heights and great depths they see.
The glory and grandeur of God is about
Praise and gratitude arise in me.
Stay - dwell there –
Eyes open, colour and form, just see.

Many happy little taste buds,
they can be trained to have a preference,
it’s most easy for them after a fast.
They love it when I am present and appreciate their role.
- dwell there – because then they share,
A single sip, can become the nectar of the gods.

Smell of the camp fire, pine cones, freedom inhaled,
rose, violet, jasmine, fragrance freely given, freely received.
The sweet scent of any pure gift, that pervades the air.
Perfume of a loved one, smell of the earth,
Incense of sandalwood, frankincense and myrrh,
present on occasions divine – dwell there -

So why would I stay cramped and confined in my mind?
when every moment the senses
could the universe traverse in awe, explore.
Thoughts, too, could soar,
But not while they are simply employed in my head.
Far greater deployment is possible instead.
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PostPosted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 5:20 am    Post subject: Hello ego Reply with quote

.....Hello ego my old friend
I've come to talk with you again.....

Who stole my birthright?
And whose the power to steal?

What you? your power is illusion.
I know you thrive on acknowlegement but I won't give you recognition.

No, you would seek by magic moves to separate me from Myself.
The Self recognises no other.

By magic tricks and fancy moves your illusion is upheld..
But if I know that a mirage is a mirage, I won't go there to drink.

So now with the birth of each new day, my right and might returns:
And yes, I am watching you too.

Cheryl Albrecht
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PostPosted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 4:09 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sung to the tune of The Sound of Silence?
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PostPosted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 12:22 am    Post subject: Sound of Silence Reply with quote

tee hee Very Happy Certainly the first two lines, the song just popped into my head. No thought of the tune after that, just homing in on the machinations of the ego. I could modify it to fit...but think I will stay with the sound of silence Smile
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PostPosted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 7:45 pm    Post subject: Why are we here Reply with quote

We are not here for ourselves
the wise teacher said,
you can take it as read,
truth is, it’s for others we delve.


This gives some sense
to time and rhyme and reason,
.. yet, the most must be made
of this ‘ourself’; make the grade.
If there’s to be service to others.

But who is the ‘others’?
None other than myself.
And who is serving whom?
The self serves the self.

We are here for the Self.
We are the Self.
The Self is here.
The Self is
The Self.
Self.
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PostPosted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:41 am    Post subject: Holy holy Reply with quote

Holy, holy light
Holy, holy night
Praise that sight
Sheer delight, Oh Bethlehem..star
Holy holy

Holy, holy sign
Pure …delight…
Chants of praise, Praise the Lord
Run to meet with Him………
Holy, holy

Sing His song
Sing that song of songs
Sing it out
Sing it strong

Sing
Sing
Sing

(apologies Neil Diamond)
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PostPosted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 4:49 am    Post subject: Lost Horizon Reply with quote

Lost Horizon

It was more than a childhood vision.

(the visual experience was in black and white)

The experience, multi-faceted, pure, gleaming white,
quite like the snow flakes themselves.

(heightened sensitivity perhaps, home during the day,
convalescing, alone on the couch)

Transfixed, transformed, transported in time,

(as the television was transmitting,
by grace, that movie at that time)

Vision of an horizon that will not be forgot.

Too young to have heard of Himalaya,
but totally absorbed within Shangri-La.

Her adult will say 'Shangri-La is never far,
no need to travel, in fact it's here and now'
or 'In fact you are never lost'
or 'You are pure, perfect and complete'

But the child has no need of clarification, explanation
She .. was .. there...
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PostPosted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 11:31 am    Post subject: How wonderous this, how marvelous!I carry fuel, I draw water Reply with quote

Simplicity, felicity abound,
Mundane .. always profound.
Is it a ko-an to be seen, show-n,
or is it found, simply being, unbound?

Found in the vital new simple action;
Zen practioners know,
Keats, he wrote it, simplicity itself,
Profound sound, beauty is truth, truth beauty.

Joined, mundane is profound.
Simple sandhi: action with awareness.
Married but never bound.
Simple practice, never cloned, koan known.

'sandhi' putting together/euphonic combination
(Sanskrit)
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:57 pm    Post subject: Recalling class act Reply with quote

Twelfth Night recalled,
or What!...you?...Will?
First performed in
Sixteen O Two.

400 years hence, yet again,
was played to a similar strain;
the essence of this Comedy:
'Tis Love' our Director he said.

Duke, love-sick, but noble in it,
Viola, in love with quess who?
Feste, who was wise enough to
play the fool, asks us What is love?

Olivia, melancholy -
to love, has the wit to notest,
'sad and merry madness equal be'
Sir Aguecheek was adored once!

Sebastian, loves lost sister.
Antonius, in devotion.
Malvolio, was in self-love.
Orsino, turned into a hart!

And the beat goes on, beat goes on!
Brother, sister love was restored.
Maria she loved a good ruse.
Sir Tobe thought he ought to marry.

Director switched on the magic,
rehearsals began in earnest,
the mirth it took over too,
Muse from down south, was sought and brought.

O Muse you taught us 'Speak the speech..
.. pray.. trippingly on the tongue'.
'but not to be too tame neither'!!
And when to .. when not to..gesture.

Inspiration and reason soared,
there's no such thing as a small part,
all have exits and entrances,
a time for every season.

Finally all our lines were learned;
'silken dalliance in .. wardrobe lies'
Well, no, no, it was not the Globe,
but hey, love makes the world go round.

If music be the food of love,
Pray then, play on, where joy resounds
the audience were one with us
in the words from Will, so profound.

Postscript
We were greatly inspired when following was read to us:

There is a great joy in moving through a Shakespeare play, whether
reading aloud, moulding and savouring every word and syllable, better still living through the emotions of the characters while watching and partaking in a theatrical performance, or perhaps the greatest joy of all is playing oneself in a performance. One experiences in one's own being the trouble, tragedies, absurdities of the creatures created by that Great Imaginer, and finally one realises that we are all part and parcel of one another, and the joys and miseries of one are the joys and miseries of all.
The oneness of life is felt and imagined in the study of these plays, and that is William Shakespeare's great contribution to us all and to our life in the world.

Sybil Thorndike
Chichester Festival Theatre.
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PostPosted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:47 am    Post subject: Be Still... Reply with quote

Was it longing that drew forth the words?
'Be Still and Know That I Am God'
From whence came they and thence how heard?
Not with ears; walls also absorbed the sound

Permeated the pores; suffuced the surrounds.
Did it radiate without or within?
(but there is no such thing).
Consciousness recording sound.

O that all hearing be as such,
retained, resonating by perfect pitch.
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 11:13 am    Post subject: One Reply with quote

Don't you love the number one?
With it you can have such fun.
One times one times one equals one.
How many glasses of wine in that sum?
I wish I was a mathematician.
But I am up there with Pooh Bear.
Mind, he's clear and uncluttered.
Because he has said elsewhere,
1 times 1=1
1 divided by 1=1
1 plus 1=1, too
Good on you Pooh.
Therefore no need to cook the books
Transparency, for all who looks.
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 6:03 am    Post subject: To 'The gifts' Reply with quote

Smile, universal language of the mind;
arises within, spreads over the lips,
to embrace all of the face.

Facial muscles love it, massages heart too.
Magic transference of love; nothing to to do.

Strangers straightway saluted, recognised.
So trying to maintain a straight face?
Smile erupts and alters that landscape.

Costs nothing but wealth is embedded there.
Rich translation is simply stated;
Mind picks up message, becomes aware.

Smile may sooth, smooth, beguile, appreciate.
Mind says, go give it a trial, let's all smile.

Cheryl Smile
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