"Soulreflections"  &  "Coming Home"

Books that speak to your Soul 









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A Million Miles

Another Life, Another Time...
Through The Tunnel
...In, To Live
...Out To Die
I Have Come A Million Miles
From Other Realms, From Other Spheres;
To Try Again.... Once More...
To Find Completion...

Help Me, Guide Me, Love Me, Trust Me, Feel Me,
Let Me Be Me…….
I Beg You!

I Remember The Tunnel, The Bright Lights
The Souls I Knew And Loved
Who Sent Me On My Way...
To This Life Time,
Who Cautioned...
Beware Beloved, Beware This Time....
To Live Correction...
I Carry With Me Birthright,
The Last Time....

Past Knowledge Of Lifetimes Spent
In Flight, In Deserts, In Forests, Villages,
Many Lands, Different Times;
Held, Loved, Powerfully Pursued,
Spent, Crying, Sighing, Wounded, Wailing,
Suffering, Burning, Screaming, Escaping...
Suffocating In The Dregs Of Blood.

I Look To Remember, To Feel, To Understand
Where I Have Been, What I Have Done...
How I Have To Be, What I Have To Know....

I Feel The Burn Of The Ages Upon My Breast.
Branded Crest Of The Fathers....

I Feel The Blood Of Sages Running Through My Veins,
Reminding Me..... You Are ... We Are ... They Are....

Universe Large And Small...
Still And Booming
Hear My Cry, My Pleading,
My Raging, My Furor, Delirium, Frenzy, My Ranting...

Save And Preserve The Child!

Don't Let It Slide Into The Abyss
Only To Be Lost Again...
Quench This Painful Need ...
The Fire Inside-
To Be Whole …To Be Sane
Open Mind … Heart, Soul … To Comprehend….
Experience, Savor, Taste, Feel,
This Life Time…
Not To Have Lived Again Without Attainment….

 

Copyright ©2003 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman

 

Canvas Reflections

I breathe it...
The world fading away
Color exists, shape, form, depth and space.
I relate to the infinite –
Speak to me
In abstract terms, so I understand you.
Genius created in memories of soft lines
And psychotic behaviors-
Endless passion-
Surreal realism enrapture my being,
Hold the spell and remind me of Who I Am.
I fly on the wings of bright, soft color dots, lines,
Circles, ovals, ecliptics…imagine!
Rhyme the verses of infinity:
Into shapes of violet , rose colored fabric.
The nude reflects her lovers touch in the
Sensual curves of her voluptuous body
Sliding on flowered spaces, into oblivion.

My head is spinning out of control,
In the aura of a decadent past of luxuries.
Sacred shrines, hallowed spaces in my mind,
Drink color, digest form -

Live again

 

Copyright ©2003 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman

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Break Through


Life, Revives Sparkles, Glimmers,
Surges Of Power And Strength,
Eyes Bright;
Electricity, Powerfully Illuminating:
Potent!
Alive, Resting Flow And Resisting,
Desperately Torn Apart, Yet Together,
Flying High, Yet Ground Bound :
Searching!
Remind Me Why I Am Here?

Reasons For My Existence?
Are There?
Measuring, Alluring, Remote, Resilient,
Innovative, Alive And Surviving.
Everyday Anew, Resolving To Be,
To Stay, To Exist
A Path Beyond The Day...
Reviving Bones From Dust And Ashes
Sent From Heaven To Earth Grave To Life.
Choices Constant, Never Ending Cycle:
Regeneration!
Brilliant Beams Of Light,
Flow Through The Center Of This Universe
Light Up My Life, Complete My Yearning....
Breath Of Life,
Culminating Spirit
Music,
The Song,
Balance In All Things

 

Copyright ©2003 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman


Dancing With The Wind

Look, The Leaves Are Dancing
To The Melody Of Humming Birds;
See How They Soar Into The Sky
And Slowly, Ever So Softly
Whirl Onto The Ground...Finding Their Peace...
Would That It Be Me!

The Rain Gently Cools The Ground,
Fills The Soil With Life,
Nourishes Its Force;
Providing Endlessly, Giving, Giving, Giving
To You And Me....

Breathe In The Cool Night Air
And Feel The Tingles In Your Heart.
Touch The Sky With Your Finger Tips -

Find The Wonder In A Word
The Realization Of The Totality Of The Universe
That Speaks Of Truth And Honesty
Integrity And Loyalty
The Bed Rock Of Eternity.

Experience The Glow,
The Moment Of Understanding And Joy -
Speaking To G-D And Saying:
Let Me Be Deserving Of That Heart,
That Soul,
That Grace,
That Touch,
Please Make It Be Real....
Soul Of My Soul!

 

Copyright ©2003 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman


Evacuation

Raids , Resettlements, Confusion,
Animal Stench Of Humanity ,
Cattle Cars – Beatings, Rape…
Harrowing Cries,
Tortured Wails
Relentlessly Piercing The Still Of Night.
My Child?
A Coat, It’s Cold.
Where Are We Going?
Imploring: Don’t Take Her!
My Child, Where Is My Child?

A Sea Of Bodies, Empty Faces,
Battered Humans, Desperation
Tortured Souls;
An Enemy Who Laughs And Sneers
Relishing The Pain And Sorrow Of His Captors.

They Took My Husband, My Sister
Hallucinating In Her Pain,
She Screams…
Where Is My Sister, My Sister
I Saw A Black Crow Pecking At My Window
Black Messenger Of Doom
My Tears Are Dry,
I Have No More…
I Beg You G-D,
Rachmunes, Have Pity!
Where Do I Go?
Where Do I Search?
Survival? Why? I Am Alone!
My Loved Ones Ripped From My Breast
Let Me Die….
Shame Of My Existence.

Blackness Surrounds Me,
Despair Is My Companion.
A Shadow, Illusion, A Vision
My Wife
Her Smile, So Sweet, So Loved
Her Eyes Dulled, Lightless…
Death
And There, Our Daughter
Innocent, Smiling
Only Thirteen, A Blossom
Gone,
Gone!


 

Copyright ©2003 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman



Only Butterflies Are Free


Light, Life And Being -
All Cramped Into A Moment In Time.
Seeing And Feeling, Holding And Touching
All Molded Into The Web

Spun Of Thoughts And Tears,
Fleeing The Forests Of Darkness
Into The Brightness Of Day.

Sleep Eludes The Traveler -
Powerful Reference To Deserts Once Crossed,
Buried Deeply In Her Mind.
Parched Lips, Aching Limbs, Forever Searching
Never Finding
The Burning Bush, The Word, The Touch.
Passionate Desire -
Fires Blurring My Vision
I, Who Stare Into Nothingness To Find My Truth.

Satiate My Thirst At The Well , Deep And Profound
Accept The Breath Of Life
Within The Budding Of Early Morning Light…
Fill My River Of Hope With New Experience!
Let Me Lie In His Arms
Relishing The Rays Of Early Morning Dawn…

Stretch Out Your Hand And Bask
In The Afterglow Of Passion;
Enchant The Universe With Your Smile.
Softly Caressing My Heart-
For Don’t You See:
Only You And I And Butterflies Are Free!

Copyright ©2003 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman

 

REVELATION


Pathway of time -
Flow through the wholness of Me...
Flight of time ; stop not to save my youth -
For wisdom comes by days lived, not counted..

River of Dreams, eternity of peace,
Teach the one who dares to share thoughts

In mellow moments of hours spent,
Sublime fragments of memories...
Flowing, defining, musing - recollections,
Never ending mysteries of knowledge imparted,
Amassed Deeds; finally accepted.

Guide my reality to experience profundity;
Savor the breath of life in gulps of light,
Within every fiber of my being.

Eden be my playground- echo harmonic silence,
Hum melodies reverberating, hushed,
My heart strings attune, fortified...
Finite tones of Celestial fragments,
Dancing, whirling, escaping rhyme endlessly
Culmination of sublime desire to Be

 

Copyright ©2003 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman



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SOUL REFLECTIONS
  Soulreflections
  About the Author
 
The Poems
  In the Beginning
  More Poems
  The CD
  What are Automatic Writings?
  The Paintings in Soul Reflections
  Limited Edition Paintings on Ceramic Tile
  Contact Information
  How to order
 
COMING HOME
  DEDICATIONS
  Authors Musings
  What's in the Book
  "As I know Her" - An Introspective Portait of the Author by Menucha Meinstein M.A.
  The Memories: They last Forever
  Surviving the Survivors
  My Tehillim - Prayers
  The King is in the Field
  Speech in Washington DC
  Exodus
  Life Lessons




 




Soulreflections  |  About the Author  |  In the Beginning  |  More Poems  |  The CD  |  What are Automatic Writings?  |  The Paintings in Soul Reflections  |  Limited Edition Paintings on Ceramic Tile  |  Contact Information  |  How to order  |  DEDICATIONS  |  Authors Musings  |  What's in the Book  |  "As I know Her" - An Introspective Portait of the Author by Menucha Meinstein M.A.  |  The Memories: They last Forever  |  Surviving the Survivors  |  My Tehillim - Prayers  |  The King is in the Field  |  Speech in Washington DC  |  Exodus  |  Life Lessons

 

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