The Gift of Beauty

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The Seed Watercolor painting by Katelyn Mariah

The Gift of Beauty

Beauty is in the perfection of life.

In the timing and unfoldment of all that is.

A delicate balance and weaving that must occur as timed events, on thread at a time, one layer at a time in perfect order.

That is beauty so deeply incredible in the orchestration that causes one thing to cause another as all of perfection occurs.

Just as a seed is planted, it can not be forced to grow for it’s cells are timed and certain actions must occur within the seed before we can witness the beauty of the flower.

The seed itself doesn’t always look beautiful to the eye but it contains the beauty of it’s flower in it’s blueprint.

At times you are the seed as you appear to be in dormancy.

All of your dreams, hopes and wishes feel as though they are at a standstill but you as the seed contain them and you must become the roots, the sprout, the seedling, the stem, and the leaves before you can support the blossoming flower.

Katelyn Mariah

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Twin Flame

Watercolor painting by Katelyn Mariah BFA

A Love Sonnet

Love touched me and I was transformed in the moment as I slipped through the opening in your heart and witnessed the beauty of your soul.

I felt your innocence, I felt your joy.  

I felt you open to invite me in, but only for a moment.

It only took a moment and I recognized you as a part of me and my love for you was bound forever…not lost in that moment, but expanded into foreverness.

Always there even when you are far away.

As witness to your soul my love can transcend the mundane that appears sometimes.

The nature of personality that isn’t quite as easy to gaze upon becomes beauty through the eyes of this love.

You are beautiful.  I have witnessed, I can not forget.

And the time and space that separates us can not compete with the power of Love.

It is there, a part of my soul as it dwells in my heart.

I feel you there and I connect with you across the miles as though they don’t even exist.

Timeless travel to the heart I love.

I pray someday you will return to me and be physically present in my life.

But if you don’t, I will love you beyond time.

Katelyn Mariah 12-10-1999

Rune Story

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Rune Story Painting by Katelyn Mariah

People of olden times used runes to communicate with one another. The runes are ancient keys to other dimensions which hold secret information and can shed light on our path.  They are guides for our journey of self discovery that lead us back to our source.  They were left by our ancestors to show us the way.  Just seeing the ancient symbol can awaken our memory.

There are many types of runes and the Danish runes are one such writing system created between 800 and 1000 C.E in the Viking age. They are known as either the Danish Futhark or the Younger Futhark and it is theorized that they originated in the Danish region and are based on the old Roman alphabet.  The Younger Futhark consists of 16 characters, which is 8 characters less than the common rune system. It was common place for the rune master to write what they called ‘rune poems’ to help them remember the meanings of each rune.

I wrote this rune poem as part of a book.  It goes along with the image at the top.

Realm of the Runes

On an ancient path,

the spirals round.

up to the castle throne,

at the left side of the gateway,

stands a giant stone.

Local legend echoes,

of the ancestors who with

their swords did cover,

magic symbols

on the stone

like a time capsule

to be discovered.

They say it was the Vikings,

on a journey to other lands,

who left this ancient message,

in the place that it still stands.

Each letter is a magic rune,

with a story all it’s own,

and if you can crack

it’s secret code,

it will help you journey home.

On either side,

of the ancient words

carved upon this cold face,

stand two swans,

 frozen in eternal grace.

Like guardians on the road,

this moss covered stone is cast,

A long forgotten memory of days of old,

whispers mysterious secrets of the past.

Morning Star Evening Star

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” If you have found your truth within yourself there is nothing more in this whole existence to find.  Truth is functioning through you.  When you open your eyes, it is truth opening his/her eyes.  When you close your eyes, it is truth who is closing its eyes.

Then you live as truth-alive, radiant, contented, blissful, a song unto yourself.  Your whole life becomes a prayer without any words, or better to say a prayfulness, a grace, a beauty which does not belong to our mundane world, a ray of light coming from the beyond into the darkness of our world.”   Osho

The collage below and the poem that follows is my expression of these beautiful words and my understanding of wholeness and connection with all that is and all that created us.   morningstar

CONVERSATION WITH VENUS

You are the morning star,

you are the evening star,

shining bright above,

descending and ascending

kissing the earth with love.

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Venus of the morning

Venus of the night

alighting gently

on the palm of my hand

and filling me with delight.

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I have found my center

and discovered

the truth with in me

nothing left of which to search

for I have found the key.

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Truth is in my center

it lives within my heart

it know no bounds

alive with bliss

inner truth the art.

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Close your eyes

and come with me

a journey to discover

go deep within

that sacred space

and find your inner lover.

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Listen closely

on Venus Rounds

this sound will make you whole

for the music that is playing

is a song to fill your soul.

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Carry me off

on angels wings

accompany me with swans

A radiant light surrounds me

as joyously my spirit sings.

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You are the morning star

You are the evening star,

shining bright above,

descending and ascending

kissing the earth with love.

*

Katelyn Mariah, poet

OF SWANS AND ANGELS

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OF SWANS AND ANGELS

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Swan, majestic being

who soars the heavenly blue sky.

Wings of white and silver

expansive as you fly.

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White against the darkness

of ancient mystery

Swan are you an angel

or a spirit out of history?

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I see you flying eastward

azure blue reflective eyes

Touching down upon the earth

your beauty crystalized.

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I see you in my memory

graceful flying thing

Wind sweeping through your feathers

propelling you to take wing.

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Angelic bird of mystery

you soar into my being.

Swan are you and angel

from heaven I am seeing?

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No, your are just a reflection

of earthly beauty, love and grace

A shooting star of brilliant light

moving through time and space.

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Katelyn Mariah, poet