Carol Alena Aronoff
Now You See It…
Sky has loved me
through every turning,
enfolded me in unclouded,
unconditioned space.
The coral vine
has christened me
with petals, a peach tree
has sung me out of dream.
Mango seeds large
as lemons soften my path
to the garden but soon
will sprout into myriad
trees unless uprooted
by pigs or pick axe.
Some loves are best
left unrequited.
I bow to the innocence
of willow. By honoring
the sacredness of slugs
and seedlings, perhaps I can
open to essence. These
landmarks may not be here
tomorrow. My habits
are coyotes laying false trails.
Now You See It…
Sky has loved me
through every turning,
enfolded me in unclouded,
unconditioned space.
The coral vine
has christened me
with petals, a peach tree
has sung me out of dream.
Mango seeds large
as lemons soften my path
to the garden but soon
will sprout into myriad
trees unless uprooted
by pigs or pick axe.
Some loves are best
left unrequited.
I bow to the innocence
of willow. By honoring
the sacredness of slugs
and seedlings, perhaps I can
open to essence. These
landmarks may not be here
tomorrow. My habits
are coyotes laying false trails.
Christ Has No Body
Teresa of Avila
And if you enter her room while
she is at vespers and if you lean
against the wall, you will feel
bare planks imbued with
the perfumed resin of prayer,
cracks filled in with piety
and purity of purpose. And the
barely audible hum of continual,
ecstatic devotion. Gravity has fled
this unwindowed cell, this aerie of
a wingless bird. There are no flight
restrictions, no limits to soaring.
A subtle light reveals the Sacred.
No crucifix is needed.
The Taste of Gratitude
When I remember
to thank a saffron finch
for serenades
at sunset, the dove
for morning matins,
the dahlia for sharing
its nectar with bees,
I am overcome
with love.
The air shimmers
as though seen
through flame,
a letting go
that frees
the senses,
slows the mind.
In that moment,
the world seems
to vibrate with joy
and my thoughts
are odes I sing
to the Divine.
Carol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D. is a psychologist, teacher and poet. Her work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies and has won several prizes. She was twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She has published a chapbook (Cornsilk) and 4 books of her poems and photographs: The Nature of Music, Cornsilk, Her Soup Made the Moon Weep, Blessings From an Unseen World as well as Dreaming Earth’s Body (with artist Betsie Miller-Kusz). Currently, she resides in rural Hawaii.