The Core

The Core

For every night my weary head falls 

on pillows as soft as my broken heart;

For every morning the radiance of brilliant

sun sneaks its beams through safe darkness

 of my shattered window pane;

I fall and rise, encircled in Love,

pure and true

to share with You; 

not expecting, but sending wishes to Heaven 

Illimitably expansive, intimately treasured,

circular flow, everlasting freedom

elemental breath of life



Gabrielle Cianfrani 
July 25, 2019

Transmutation

FuturePeak, Boulder Creek, CA July 2018

Dancing alone, wide, green eyes gazing up

starry, wondrous sky, expanding;

Twirling around, counter-clockwise motion, 

arms grounding, extended hands,

compassionate Universe,

transforming Ego,

longing for flight—

Heaven 

Heightening True Love to raise like seeds,

blown from trees, afloat, featherlight,

lifting above suffering

Earth’s dreamscape,

Where separations enmesh;

Fear evaporates like intense

summer storm, quickly dissipating into

atmospheric tranquility

You, guiding your feet to meet me,

dancing your own, unique rhythm, 

vibrational ascension,

holding each timeless moment

freedom for all beings;

Composing creations, interwoven like Tabriz and Kashan,

collaborative, masterful designs—

bliss and peace 

Fly weightless, infinitely deep,

high above temporal clouds, 

obscuring neither pure mind nor soul;

contented abandonment of aloneness,

intermingling independent movement;

spinning clear light, resonating,

strumming heart strings— 

One Song

  

Limitless

It is nearly 3 am,

I just returned from roasting coffee. 

Was going to strip my clothes off and jump into bed, 

but I thought about all that smoke from all that coffee just

permeating my pores,

the smell of the burned off sugars, oils,

the deli and its deep fryer—  

Sleep would be restless

if I dove into my brushed cotton sheets, 

covered in fleece and feathers;

And when I stepped into the shower, 

it felt so good, 

melting away the harshness of life 

like marshmallows dissolving in hot chocolate;

thankful for the water running over my body,  

breathing

long, deep exhales with audible 

Ohhh and Ahhh;

Adequately wet, 

I picked up the patchouli soap, gliding it all over 

rinsing as I went— 

turning to let the spray reach my left side, 

standing in that one position for about

30 seconds;

And I thought, “I always do this, stand like this,

but do I ever switch sides and let the right side of 

my body feel the long, 

penetrating heat?”

No, never.

I say that in full confidence, for

when the water hit me,

there was an awakening—

Sensations I had never felt before

and I wondered in an instant

"how many other ways do I limit myself

without conscious decision;"

how much of life had I missed?

A profound sadness swept over— 

tears, feeling sorry for my lack of 

flexibility;

or like a child 

who cannot sleep for fear she will 

miss-out on fun 

(God, what have I missed?)

until I realized

that there was vision in the 1st place,

an openness of spirit, 

a love and thirst for life;

having the ability to tell myself that there was something more

in my human experience,

trusting myself,

to turn the other way without

fear 

to know true

Freedom.