CAROL LEA CHANDRIKA STEINHARDT
CAROL LEA CHANDRIKA STEINHARDT
A Seed
lays dormant
in the deep
Earthen keep
Not yet knowing
of it’s essence…
A Gardener of Spirit
in a foreign land
embarks upon a mission
guided by the light
within him
and a Father Mother
of great vision
To gather all the little seeds
who did not yet know
they were of vision
Like a beacon in the night
it reached out
around the globe
in streams of
living light
only seeds
from trees
with flowers
of consciousness
know…
***
A Solitary Tree
on the hill of life
I stood watching…
A place to stand
on ancient land
germination
near creation
Earnestly paving a way
despite what some say
I must follow my own bliss
or we
may all go amiss
Vein of stars
in blood courses
taming elemental
forces
Chemistry’s arc
lights a spark
beyond
a far horizon
Over yonder
the abyss
I pondered
why I felt so akin
to an ancient
flowering tree…
***
A solitary tree
on the hill of life
I stood
as nature’s assistant…
Deep purple
reverent hymn
was building in
heavily saddened sky
where poets and ravens fly
Still…ominous
stones of ages
hindered healing
of human races
The drought persisted
as they resisted
A long shadow thin
final sunset dimmed
the dark night closing in
he trembled as he read
And then
the light within
the words
of bliss…
kissed
drought’s weary brow
turmoil’s sorry growl
crumbling to a softer grin
And the thunder
of a lonely death’s din
released its grip
and he let go!
A chorus of
sympathetic
resonant joy
released
an out pouring
of flooding rain
And sighing seeds
of healing flowers
thought to be extinct
could finally drink…
***
A solitary tree
on the hill of life
I stood
contemplating…
When Faith
the sweetness of a bird
landed on my heart’s bower
It sensed the light
before the dawn
and began to sing!
I looked up!
to hear
the calling
in the living light
I felt
the coming
new rain on earth
I smelt
Rising up
and striving
out of the Earth
through the cages
and stones of ages
To emerge
anew…
dawn awakens
And healing flowers
like the children
lean out for the sun’s
radiant love
One seed
now takes root
well planted in truth
becomes many…
***
And on that
wondrous
first eve
the shimmering light
of moon’s oracular splendor
spoke…
For years I tried to hide from you
too shy to show my face
Your sun so bright
it was blinding
Now
here I stand
with open hand
No longer in
fright’s flight
fists clenched and fighting
And there you stand
on the precipice of mind
looking into my Soul
The veil of night
has been lifted
Nurture is gifted…
***
Before them
a collective river
a mirror…
A divine feminine presence
re-birthing self
and others
beside her
A divine masculine presence
protective nature’s assistant
sustaining sacred space
for birth of
divine grace
The free flow
energy of love’s
tender heroic kiss
melts us all
into bliss
As
A portal of peace
to a mysterious place
gently opens
The great cosmic union
of grace
gives birth
A New World
A divine child
takes first lessons in flight
In a valley of the moon
where Gondwana blooms
the rivers of life
are flowing…
Voice, Poem and Paintings
© Chandrika Steinhardt 2014
Music © double hElyxir 2015