Heartfulness Dimensions


We walk the length of life
Measuring mornings behind and in front
Filling up on birthday cakes, yet hungry.

Someone plays a song somewhere and the melody beckons
To stretch wide, float over each rolling hill
Trust that acceleration laying beyond our view

Stretch and fill the crevices of dead tree holes
Spill around rusty tractors with mice-nibbled seats
And soar above condors over mountainous ridges

WeΒ measure acres of rainforests squandered
Mountains violated, young men departed from love
And years of this planet left to survive

The numbers, the words, the beeps
Chip at us until we are too emaciated
To cultivate what we are so craving

To grow the food we need plucked from richness
To slice our handmade cheese and soap
With the broken string of our child’s fiddle

And the fiddle still echoes long after the last song
From beyond the rolling hills
Echo by echo widening the pool of light

And there is a law of simultaneity
Where tears and laughter, cursing and gratitude
All at once open the doors into new dimensions


About BeeHappee

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22 Responses to Heartfulness Dimensions

  1. noblethemes says:

    Beautiful . . . as always! πŸ™‚

  2. Beautifully written… wow

  3. Beautiful poetry… Thank you for transporting me through the doors.. πŸ™‚ Love and Blessings

  4. DM says:

    I woke up the other morning to a birthday cake on my google home page. The years they keep clipping along. Reading your poem, caused me to think I am pretty much on the right path…these were my favorite lines : “To grow the food we need plucked from richness
    To slice our handmade cheese and soap.”

    • BeeHappee says:

      Google now sends you cakes? πŸ™‚ I was pretty surprised Panera bread told me I had a ‘birthday pastry reward’. Crazy times, now we get more birthday cards from Menards and banks of all types than from friends and family. πŸ™‚
      We were making cheese and soap and that made its way into a poem somehow. The slicing with broken violin string is a true story I heard too, which was neat. I did use the lines to have deeper meaning. But right now, although we do spend hours and hours in the muddy woods, I am so mud-sick – that is looking forward to feeling my fingers on those muddy turnips and carrots fresh from the soil. Right now, it is plucking kids boots when they get stuck. πŸ™‚

  5. smilecalm says:

    song πŸ™‚

  6. Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature says:

    Wow, this is amazing. Sad, sweet, hopeful, deep hearted. Beautifully written.

  7. Hariod Brawn says:

    A lovely evocation of our self-imposed oppressiveness of time Kristina, and our ever-accessible release from it. Many congratulations.

  8. shoreacres says:

    My favorite lines involve that cutting of cheese and soap. I still have the homemade wire cheese cutter my grandmother and mother used. It’s a simple thing — a piece of wire stretched between tines — but it can cut the thinnest, most perfect slice of cheese. We didn’t use wire for cutting soap, but I don’t remember what was used.

    At any rate, you’ve raised lovely memories — and a bit of a hunger for good cheese.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Apparently they even make multi-wire (multi-hundred dollar) contraptions for cutting soap for those who make some quantities, kind of like an egg cutter for soap. Oh, another new thing I learned, – have you ever tried that Norwegian cheese Gjetost made of whey? It was a first for me, interesting taste for sure.
      Thank you for stopping by, Linda. My intention was to reach out to you with Happy Valentine’s greetings. . Oh, my intentions, they have a mind of their own. We were in snow piles in the woods all day. So, Happy Valentines to you now. πŸ™‚

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