Everything (सर्वेषां स्वस्तिर्भवतु ।)

When the world wind weeps around you.
May the universe dry your eyes.
And happiness make you smile once more.
Sarvesham Svastir Bhavatu.
I cannot keep you safe from the conflict.
Or the wars within you.
But I offer you peace, from that of which I’ve known.
Sarveśām Shāntir Bhavatu.
You are taken from the mountain,.
You come in pieces.
And I too, but together we are more than less.
Sarveśām Pūrnam Bhavatu.
And if you fall, I will not catch you.
But I will watch as you rise again.
And applaud your strength, with an outstretched heart.
Sarveśām Maṇgalam Bhavatu.
We are but pieces.
Love is the is the whole.
Versions of the same form, spun from the same gold.

26/03/202220/02/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: angels, church, divineTags: angels, form, god, gold, hope, life, light, love, mantra, mountain, poem, Poetry, prayer, reborn, tears, war 1 Comment

Sparkle

In the trees, no; in the sky.
The veins are hiding it.
The light shining like the eyes of God.
It’s there all the time, do you never see it?
No, but I feel it.
Washing in my bloodstream, collecting like wax.
Divine.
Sublime.
Yet I see it now, the great orb above.
We came from it, that far off place.
Its essence coats our skin like angel dust.
A pleasant peppering, are you sure it’s those shores we stole from?
Can you not tell, does the rock in your pocket not breathe like that mountain?
Torn from the mass, yet special in it’s size.
It’s like a pebble in my mind.
Like an egg, beautiful and full of life.
It shines too, like gold.
That is the light, that is what we are.
Then why is it sometimes dark?
Dark you say?
Yes, black sometimes like oil.
That would be your own fears, covering what needs to be free.
Then let it be.
Yes, let it will be.

22/12/202122/12/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: divine, god, lightTags: art, beauty, bright, dark, divine, eyes, god, happy, light, moon, oil, poem, Poetry, sad, space, sparkle 5 Comments

Calling you higher

The saints who watched with silent eyes.
Unrolling the clouds in heaven.
They know you tried, they watched the break.
Bones adjusting to the weight of the world you bore.
They smiled when you continued onwards.
Knowing that the wall was part of the plan.
The fall, part of it all.
And in your dreams they slip feathers into your soul.
Cushioning against the silver spread of the galaxy.
Mercury in cosmic form, washing over the moon.
Falling into your broken cracks.
When you lift and rise, carrying on into the darkness.
The feathers float, and the sparks flare.
Taking you away from there.
And the darkness retreats like the ocean at night.
So you may walk the sand with god and me.

28/09/202128/09/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: angels, divine, moonTags: angels, cosmic, divine, galaxy, god, lift, love, moon, poem, Poetry, rise, rising 5 Comments

Heaven can wait

Though darkness may surround.
The angels still call your name.
Blessed and crowned.
Pulling heaven and the moon, down to earth again.

14/07/2020 by Mark Ryan Categories: divine, heaven, moon, PoetryTags: abstract, angels, art, change, divine, earth, god, heaven, hope, jellyfish, light, moon, poem, Poetry, rhyme, space, stars, surreal 11 Comments