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MYSTIC POEM by Nanci Bern

This is a response to Alexander Scriabin, whose music I find mesmerizing, lyric and theatrically avant-garde...

This was written for easy adaptation to music and voice. We are part of the unending depth and presence of the universe. We embody the urge of expanse and connection. We can dance, twirl, call forth the eternal and, yet, we are also of this earth in the most present way even though we are wrapped in our humanity.
Image by Evgeny Yorobe Photography

Mystic Poem
by Nanci Bern

Spirit spirals sumptuous
To the moss cool ground.
Toes to earth, heels lifting to sky,
I am rendered from the deepness of rich scented earth.  
I am filled with the presence of bliss beyond the senses.

I am filled with the galaxy.
It surges through my fingers.
I am light and sky and earth filled,
I rise to meet the wild, wide of the ever expanse
of the luminous forever.

I hold my palms to time.
I touch the eternal.
I face the vast divine,
That is the separate and the joined.
I touch the ineffable.
I swoon at the stars.
I glisten with their shine.
I become a jewel and gleam with whirling stone infinity.

I am filled with the galaxy.
It surges through my fingers.
I am light and sky filled,
I rise to meet the wild, wide of the ever expanse
of the luminous forever.

I call fire and water
and conjure the winds to entwine them in dance.
I twirl in their gale,
I merge with the eternal sea,
and the flame’s blaze of ardor.
The ancient lands and flowered filigree of memory
Wrap me in the ages.
My heart is as strong as the mountains.

I am filled with the galaxy.
It surges through my fingers.
I am earth and spirit filled,
I shine with the eternal.
I rise to meet the wild, wide of the ever expanse
of the luminous forever.

Deft with the knowing from eons of past,
My breath calls the earth and stars toward.
It is elegant with the tones of time.
Inhale and exhale,
I am part, I am silence,
I am part, I am sound.
Space between beats fills with the
Swell of universe rushing.

I am filled with the galaxy.
It surges through my fingers.
I am earth and spirit filled,
I shine with the eternal.
I rise to meet the wild, wide of the ever expanse
of the luminous forever.

I am becoming, I will become.
My spirit searches for its place,
My soul feels its way.
I am the stars.
I am the dance.
Notes of echoing mind fade.
And meld into universal chord.
I am the song.

I am filled with the galaxy.
It surges through my fingers.
I am earth and spirit filled,
I shine with the eternal.
I rise to meet the wild, wide of the ever expanse
of the luminous forever.
Image by Evgeny Yorobe Photography


Nanci Bern: Inspired, amused and sometimes befuddled by the creatures we call ourselves—nature, the arts, the spirit and the mind, cosmic or otherwise—she is ever in awe of the spectrum of life. Born hearing, feeling, seeing and knowing her way toward the energetic and emotional imprint of many realms, Nanci’s first awareness of healing was in the 4th grade when she put her hands on one of her stuffed animals and said to herself, “If I out my hands on her, I can heal her.” Whether her fingers are tapping out her latest work on the keyboard, or delivering relief through her healing work, teaching the spiritual path, pouring lodge water, eco-art therapy and social justice work; Naci’s goal is to infuse and inspire your spirit with healing, humor and the thoughtfulness of natural inquiry. Visit her healing website here, and blog here. Her essays, non-fiction and poems have been featured in various online journals and her poems have also been composed to, danced to and displayed. Learn more on her literary website The Cenafinla Illuminations. Nancy is a gardening lush who dances, meditates and cajoles with the garden Devas of all the seasons. Loves to play in the snow, laugh, share thoughts, make jewelry and cook up and serve on carious sets of dishes, delicious meals for anyone who is willing to try anything. Warning: don't be ambushed by her humor - it sneaks up on you in the middle of the night.


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