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"Soulreflections" & "Coming Home"
Books that speak to your Soul
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Drink! My Soul From The Well Of Life...
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Reborn in Love
My Strength Will Come In Dreams
I Search, Believe, I Trust,
You Said:
Good Bye My Love,
Don't Give Me Up!
Open The Door,
Enter The Dark,
Find Me.
Tenderness, Your Eyes, The Fire;
Your Tears Allure...
Think Only Of ME, My Love!
To The Sea,
Explore its Viscous Power-
Damned Be Those Who Voyage Beyond Death!
Let Rebirth Be Choice-
Not Only Perception-
Loosing My Mind?
No, No, Never....
Don't Dare Give Up-
Groping, Snarling,
Grasping At Life In Deaths Throws...
Go Beyond -
Don't Drown My Life, I Beg You.
I Dig At My Soul -
Accept Me.
I beg!
Battered Soul Of My Sacrifice.
Gateway To Hell-
I Won't Give Up-
For Love Alone!
Look At Me-
Fire Surrounds, Death Survives-
Scared To Wake The Morning....
You In My Arms - Eternally
Copyright ©2002 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman
Bathing In Moonlight
Save The Words-
Flow Now, Give To Me...
Join The Resonance's Of Sounds,
That Speak Words Of Love...
Bind The Flowers Of Patience
Into A Wreath Of Understanding -
Secrets Spoken,
Moments Of Passion Released,
Caresses, Blessed By Peaceful Demands -
Looks Full Of Passion,
Unspoken Words Of Love,
Recognized, A Pair Of Eyes,
Slaves -
Gaze And Smile, To Show My Feelings...
Look At Me This Way-
I Want You Now!
Drink From The Sunlight,
Steal Precious Moments...
Moon Light I Bathe In,
Held Feelings,
Closing Every Door.
Brake My Silence-
I Need You To Touch Me.
Curtains Drawn, To Welcome The Dawn-
Heal With Light.
I Touch You Softly,
Drink Your Dreams With Kisses,
Forever And Always Imprinted On My Mind.
Copyright ©2002 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman
Unread Poems of my Heart
I feel the smile, my senses are light,
The aroma of Jasmine seems sweeter
Suddenly my heart beats faster;
Moments to cherish-
Time stands still.
Can you feel my longing
To hear the sound of your voice,
See the smile on your face,
Glistening eyes- Kiss your tears away,
Search your mind for memories,
Of old hurts and pain...
Hold you, feel you, make you whole.
Its been too long without you,
A lifetime it took to find you,
To share my mind, to find the words
Unread poems of my heart:
Create tomorrows, forget yesterdays sorrows,
Journey through the years with me,
On petals of roses, softness of clouds
And Be what is real,
For Eternity.
Copyright ©2002 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman
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Self Under Construction 1974/2002
A Process Ongoing
I Exist...
But who am I?
A shell of a person, not me at all -
Step out of myself -
Observe...Perceive, Explore:
Open eyes that gaze, but never see -
Pity!
Go Places that were, but never truly are-
Loss!
Experience who I thought was dead -
ME!
Who is Me? Wretched, Wailing Body, mutilated-
Mind Shattered, bemoaning my fate, empty,
Tortured Soul, miserable, whimpering, wailing,
Lamenting losses beyond comprehension-
Is that Me?
Or am I extatic, joyous, spontaneous,
Delighting in the mundane?
Aware - Alive-
Pulsating energy, life force, vibrant -
Relentlessly striving for future, beyond Limitation!
Powerfully constructing Who I Want To BE!!!
Shell of a person???
Is that ME??
No! No More!
Emerge Woman!
Lift your eyes!
Transform!
Be!
Look at ME!
Take me in... Now!!! World, NOW!!
Copyright ©2002 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman
Belonging
On the Way to Self Awareness 1976
When days Rush by,
Leaving just empty spaces in my mind,
I wish I belonged -
When Black thoughts
Encompass the recesses of my troubled soul-
I wish I belonged
When pain racks my body
And forces its way into my subconscious-
I wish I belonged
But who would want to share such a sorry existence??
Would You ??
Copyright ©2002 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman
November 1939
Remembering those, whose memory has shaped my destiny...
Cold and gray is November –
No Shelter, No food, Crying for Mercy and Bread
The Chill of Death, lingering fear - Alone
We are the poor, the suffering and dying
Our bodies, desperate souls, dehumanized
There sits a roadside vagabond, crouched
Forlorn, frozen and stiff -- limbs torn-
Deformed hand, raised to the heavens
Lamenting, moaning in agony of death
His cries piercing the starless night:
My G-d, Hear my plea,
Forsake me not!
Passing him by, strangers, careless
Bellies Full, wrapped in their furs
Hands tucked into the warmth of a muff
They feel no pang of hunger, no pain
Pay no heed to the forsaken…
Laughing - cruelty their constant companion
The world is silent - We close our eyes,
Listen!
The destitute are the believers!
G-d hears their cries!
I, will always Believe!
Copyright ©2002 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman
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The House
Dedicated with much love to my friend and student Angela Bennett
A house in the valley,
Old, worn, falling apart…
Forgotten -
Left long ago to wind, storm and sun -
Overgrown:
Green locks of ivy frolicking,
Falling, curling, 'round every nook 'n cranny
Holding on to history and past,
Memories left behind,
Laughter and joy, youth unbound…
Bricks and mortar, cementing the years.
Once I lived here,
The house glimmering in its glory
Welcoming, inviting, beckoning….
So much love in those days -Fun and laughter
Racing through fields…. Careless, free,
Days of never ending summers-
Frosty, snow laden winters,
Friends, young lovers, tears…
The house heard, saw, lived, breathed
Steadfast, providing, sheltering, protecting….
Then one day we left,
Took our dreams to the city,
Trading trees, birds and flowers
For tall buildings, money and noise
Rarely reminiscing days gone by,
Barely mentioning the house….
Years have passed, life itself….
Lately my dreams return to soft grass,
Wildflowers, bees buzzing, familiar, forgotten smells -
Thoughts hovering above my childhood,
Reliving my fondest moments:
A lifetime, passed too soon,
Taken for granted, time conceded,
Autumn, winter- seasons gone….
On my way to eternal spring,
Shedding a tear….
Remembering and blessing the house…
Copyright ©2002 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman
Maui Downhill
Taken to the clouds,
Crossed space, between reality and fantasy-
Volcanic lava stones, beware the curse…
Flora growing low,
Hugging mother earth ‘s bosom.
Air, crisp , thin, breath stops,
Close to G-d - Sensing His presence;
Staring into the crater ….
Grave of a million years.
Spirits live here - Voices speak silently,
Needing to be heard, yet not seen -
Truth of ages, creep beneath my skin
Tantalizing, tingling, lend expression.
Are you listening? Do you hear me?
I am here to protect you…
Grow, Choose life, He said,
Go if you must…Ride safe….
Let the wind caress, penetrate:
Burned skin, fortify, satisfy -
Thrill to the bone, replenish..
Feel alive - Now…Remember?
Rain, clouds open, dark, ominous…
Fear, blind, fall…NO ….
Take courage, persevere!
Elated heart, frolic, accomplish!
A moment in time, deep thought, clarity -
Remember !
Our grace chose you to be,
Experience, survive, dare the fates…
Beware! Be grateful for life.
Be, once again the victor.
Copyright ©2002 Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman
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