Boiled Beets & Clover

Boiled Beets

Smooth roots select
...and careful washed
Yet not to cut
...or sweetness lost
Til tender boiled
...a half hour's cost
Then sliced to taste
...with butter tossed

© Rachelle

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Speaking of red things.... here's a little tune from way back when.
It always makes me smile.

"Crimson & Clover"
Tommy James and the Shondells












Teen Me

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Name Me

Name me thy immortal soul,
And I shall declare I am more than myself.
Be there any solid form to claim?
A word by which I am known?
It is you - The origin of my thoughts,
The drum and the flute
By which my heart keeps time
In this dancing mystery.
I shall resolve no more
To give meaning to myself.
'tis a futile endeavor.
If from you I was taken,
Only by you might I be defined.
If in you I am created,
Only by you am I named or given purpose.
Name me thy immortal soul,
That I may become more than myself.

© Rachelle


[Inspired by the story of Zoroaster and Ardouizur, as presented in "From Sphinx to Christ" by Edouard Schure'; Book IV; Manifestations of the Solar World]

From Sphinx to Christ is the engrossing story of the eternal search for knowledge of our origin, evolution, and destiny as spiritual beings. Edouard Schure lucidly and masterfully traces the course of this quest from the primordial wisdom expressed in the Riddle of the Sphinx; through the legends of antediluvian civilizations and the traditions of India, Persia, Babylon, Egypt, and classical Greece; to the pivotal figure of Christ, who renews ancient mysteries and embodies new ones for the continuing development of humanity.

The Eternal Promise

The beauty of the beloved awaits in the charmed stillness and knowledge of his promise. For all it's disappointments and trials, hope shall not be dissolved. For it was sown by the spirit which breathed even before the lungs were shaped. As we move in this limited form, amidst the few grand things of earth, he ceaselessly provides us that taste of a mercy and a grace by which all tears will end and youth be restored and stretched in infinite circles.

The soul does beseech him, as surely as with clasped hands or tightened eye on bended knee. Though there is no need for such things. He has heard his children. The promise, still distant, is brought to our remembrance in visions and stirrings that, while unmeasured, are exacted according to all good purposes. Glimpses of splendor magnified a thousand times. We alone, who are his, will hear his assurance - the eternal promise.

© Rachelle

Late Afternoon On the Porch

Pink clouds roll past.
The sun is in the distance.
Pines stand tall, with bottlebrush arms,
and my thoughts sway with them.
Planes blink their passing,
and beg my curiosity.
"He is by the sea" they say,
"We will take you there."
Salt droplets drift sideways,
spashing their arrival on my face
and washing clean the day
that is now almost over.

© Rachelle

[Written years ago and inspired by dots of planes as they float seemingly silently across the evening sky]


"Laugh, I Nearly Died"
by The Rolling Stones



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