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BENEATH SILENT WATERS I become still, I enter sacred space, that appears before me- (c) Paul Goldman August 9, 2010 All Rights Reserved We find ourselves Somehow, that just delights (c) Paul Goldman August 2, 2010 All Rights Reserved Radio Appearance by Paul Goldman, Ecstatic Poet, on Unity.FM July 27, 2010 with host Rev. Aliza Bloom on her show: Fun, Fabulous and Free. Enjoy the show! THE JOURNEY I am walking. I see a road. I go down that road. (c) Paul Goldman July 14, 2010 All Rights Reserved IF I WERE If I were to reveal these wild secrets Would you tuck them away in the scrapbooks to line your dusty bookshelves? I must know what you will do with For you see, a few of these tales not told No, certain enough none of these is worth Yet, as much as I long to impart these wisps have earned. So, tell me now if I were to reveal to you No need to answer yet. I will simply ask again what would you do? (c) Paul Goldman July 7, 2010 All Rights Reserved Wild Joy:Ruminations, a 98 pp book of Ecstatic Poetry by Paul Goldman, is being published right now!!!! Information on where and how to purchase Wild Joy:Ruminations will be available shortly. Namaste “Death- the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.” We have arrived, you and I, at the hour of our own Grand Awakening. Quite literally, this is the time to choose between death and destruction versus life and the generative force within,without and all around us. We have a choice to let those asleep stay asleep or to take decisive action to be a beacon of Awakening Light so that those ones who have chosen the path of sleep might see something shining on the horizon and hear a call to WAKE UP! WAKE UP! In becoming LOVE in all we say and do, we model a new way of BEING and hope anew is arisen. We become progenitors of our own Grand Awakening and others cannot help but rub the sands of deep sleep from their own eyes and shout out loud, “Where I have I been? and What now? I am awake at last! Do you hear me? I am awake at last! Come let us celebrate this GRAND AWAKENING together. Go and tell everyone the time has come. Go and LOVE in Wild Joy! The time has surely come at last. And we are so grateful. Often, as I sit become still, different voices This last time, a whole chorus of sang out just hear. Then, too wrapped up in celebration with Only later, to be asked if I had remembered what for me to hear at this right time, moment and place. No, I had replied, I could not really remember anything, Another sojourner proffered that the very intent So, it is in the tuning of my ears to listen, to really glimpse a grain of the elusive eternal Truth, and realize When next I sit to seek refuge in the silence, gratitude’s full heart, breath into the next breath of movement to revel in their reveries and remember, (c) Paul Goldman May 17, 2010 All Rights Reserved “As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.” ~~ Henry David Thoreau, “Economy”, Walden, 1854 Where in my life am I just killing time? Is each moment spent waiting for the next or is each lived as if it is the only moment available to me? How I answer this question will determine all of my actions. The choice is whether I sling arrows of misfortune toward eternity or take the next breath into now and plant the seeds of each moment and the next. Then, I step back and watch the wildflowers bloom! “What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.” Like the little shadow, since the first moment of breath, we begin to lose our way bit by bit, forgetting the revelation inherent in the many sunsets, In each breath is the answer to our seeking. When we look out there beyond breath, we become lost in appearance and imagination Namaste |
 Visit on Facebook, Wild Joy: The Ecstatic Poetry of Paul Goldman THE GUEST HOUSE This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. ~~Rumi |
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