The Moments Inbetween

A Child

2009-09-03T07:19:00.000-05:00

A woman lies alone

A child fills the hollow grief

How could I be so blind ?

Trees upon the Mountain

2008-03-29T03:02:00.000-05:00

Trees upon a mountain shrouded in mist,
I travel alone, my self a shadow
The mist is my blindness
For are not all trees grounded in the same earth?

On the Fringes

2008-03-29T02:55:00.001-05:00

Don't worry the smile is false.
I know that’s easier to grasp.
Surface thoughts and shallow successes –
Everyone wants something they can point to.
What about those on the fringes?
Those who were drawn by the promise of purpose?
What of us who cannot settle on a decision in this relative world?
Us, the lost seekers,
Who have seen enough to know there is no grasping truth
And that no path is followed without destroying opportunity.

Thinness

2007-12-14T01:48:00.000-05:00

Everything here has a thinness to it.
Even the strong palms seem riddled by the persistent sun.
The grass is like a child’s pretend world with jagged green paper as turf
The water has weight but no substance - its transparency makes it seem shallow.

Twilight's Wing

2007-08-31T15:15:00.001-05:00

The delicate black lace of a dying Imli tree
Set against the twilight’s morning dove wing -
The play of shadow and light, solid and insubstantial
Draws my mind toward the Infinite.

Interconnectedness

2007-05-05T21:22:00.002-05:00

The net of the universe hangs like a shawl on my shoulders.

At times, it is woven in love and sustains me.
I glimpse the nature of unity and find peace.

And there are also times when it feels as thought it were made of lead.
The weight of action and responsibility force me to my knees.
The thread is all of humanity and I feel that I am overwhelmed by duty.

But it is my choice - I alone give thought and form to this perception...
Will I be struck by awe at the miracle of our time here
Or will I despair at the emptiness of the universe?

Is there not something in between...some joyful celebration of our bond? Why instead, do these unnamed feelings overwhelm my spirit?

A Journey - 3

2007-04-03T23:33:00.002-05:00

Red bridge without water
Distant mountains green and still
A Journey within a step

A Journey - 2

2007-04-03T23:31:00.000-05:00

Above a land marbled with nature's wintry touch
I contemplate distance and identity
But while my mind struggles with answerless questions
The land below has changed completely.

A Journey - 1

2007-04-03T23:29:00.000-05:00

Pink hued morning glow
I travel far from the known
Flying with fullness

Destination

2007-02-12T17:32:00.001-05:00

Destination

Surreal crossroads on foreign land

Waiting in the distance, yet abiding in my thoughts.

Will the vision of shores below wake me?

Will the tide pull my mind from its well-trod earthy paths?

Translucent Pacific, Harsh Atlantic

Ever-changing and ever-constant,

I am as the Ocean.

Haiku One

2006-07-10T21:27:00.000-05:00

Compassionate Bonds
Driving my soul to bend, break
Mind's quiet defeat

Rootless Path

2006-06-25T22:18:00.000-05:00

A Maple with a grain of deep velvet,
Full of life but marred by its own growth.
My mind has many hidden paths,
My mind is like a baseless tree - its roots lost to the dream of Samsara.

On the Edge of the Storm

2006-06-19T19:47:00.000-05:00

Darkness descends out of time on the edge of the storm.
A single blossom glows, a chill wind sweeps down the mountain.
My heart aches for those far from where I am.
Nothing seems so precious as it is in a moment
Where nothing can be taken for granted.

Shekhina’s Song

2006-06-08T22:21:00.000-05:00

Dark wings carry this illuminated body.
Held aloft by shadowed ritual and wordless vows.

It is the darkness that is embellished by the moon’s glowing visage -
An inky sea made tangible but continually transcendent.

A night garden, where each blossom exudes its own hidden nature.
Every nocturnal breath an affirmation of our own mortality.

Drums-Music

2005-12-30T21:16:00.000-05:00

The beat of a heart tainted with self pride,
Resounding with the echoes of self worth.
A finite melody drifting aimlessly into oblivion.
No more than this leads the life dance of mankind

Keeping time, we are compelled forward.
A Constant presence – changing in extremes:
In love and in fear.
Until the instrument thunders no more
And silence commands the air…
What music remains to guide us then?

Few alive can hear the eternal song cry out
Seeking to steady their footfall against its universal melody
Each step towards bliss: all-pervading
Surrender to the whispered lullaby with out age
A dance: perfect in its continuing incompletion
Your partner - the eternal
Your stage – the passing years

A performance without parallel amidst a sea of uncertain steps

A Heavy Fog

2005-10-10T20:53:00.000-05:00

A heavy fog masks my landscape,
Turning delicate peaks into hidden daggers.
Vast wastelands are all that remains of my spacious fields
And every pit now seems a trap hidden from sight.
Each step taking me.
I am lost on a familiar landscape:
My heart is swollen with grief and my mind falters
under its fearful burden.
What is of value in a colorless home?
Where do you ground yourself in the mist?

Trappings of a Single Soul

2005-09-30T22:05:00.001-05:00

Layer by layer, I peel away myself.
Moment by moment, I come closer to the Truth.
This dalliance of life is just a playing ground
for a game the length of eternity.

Words.

2005-02-28T22:13:00.000-05:00

Language smeared across the page
Sordid sounds manipulated
Producing a single thought, a simple ponderance

Heavy

2005-02-27T21:31:00.000-05:00

Trudging iron shadow void
Rusting my spring life urge.

Eternity's Vision

2005-02-26T21:20:00.000-05:00

I incubate in elaborate dreams,
worshiping manipulated shadows.
I need to be within the flood –
Eternity's whispered vision.

Cycle of Life

2001-01-01T21:04:00.000-05:00

Time flows ever round
as a stream with no end or source
so our life progresses
reflected in the moon’s soft glow
maiden - mother - crone
each turn of the year wheel
our wholeness adapts
body - mind - spirit
each aspect to be cultivated
each a part of the entirety
how vast life is
how much it asks of us
what is given will be returned
pain and suffering endured
offers life and joy
And so life continues
ever-moving , ever-giving

Harbingers of Light

2000-08-01T21:29:00.000-05:00

Citrine waves brush along my person
Far past where I remain they congeal
Beckoning the sprites of the celestial falling
As to a siren they flock and converge
A steady and driving allegro
Once all are gathered,
They take to their task
Moving breath blown rays
Leagues beyond mortal grasp
So lies soft light
Until the swimming pools
Of dark cover all

About

2000-04-02T23:23:00.002-05:00

The Moments Inbetween is the part of this blog that is dedicated solely to poetic writing. It explores many different themes and styles of poetry, as the author has never been content to choose just one form of expression. Rhiannon writes when the mood takes her, which is rare as of late. Her subject matter varies from austere zen contemplation to ecstatic spiritual worship, from moody depression to loving devotion.

Rhiannon writes mostly as a form of self-expression but enjoys having an audience. She hopes her mental meanderings prove interesting, if not helpful, to those who read them.

About The Author - Rhiannon

Rhiannon has a BA Theater Education and Design. She likes to think of herself as a "Jill of All Trades" and has worked as an theater director, model, dancer, business manager, manual laborer, retail clerk, amusement park attendant and photographer.

She currently lives in Ba, Fiji.
When she is not running around, living somewhere else in the world, She calls the Boston area home.

Currently, Rhiannon is serving as a Peace Corps volunteer.
She is working with Community Health Promotion in the Ba Province on the West Coast of Viti Levu, Fiji. She hopes to attend the Masters of Architecture program at BAC in Boston when she returns from her service in Fiji.

Rhiannon is passionate about many things including her friends, art & design, good tea, dancing, philosophy, dark chocolate, spirituality, gourmet cooking, new endeavors, and living a fulfilling life.

She enjoys driving on back roads while singing loudly to herself, organizing everything, meditating & yoga, archery, reenactment, walking through the grass barefoot and hot showers (when she can get them).

She considers herself to be an artist without a single discipline. Known to pursue whatever medium appeals to her in the moment and that which best serves what she is trying to express.

She is also a self proclaimed geek and enjoys living history, roleplay, computers, gaming, tech gadgets, and web design.

Rhiannon is a spiritual seeker whose devotional tapestry weaves together Buddhism and Humanism. She belongs to the Unitarian Universalist church. Her faith is important to her and she trieds to incorporate her spiritual practices into every aspect of her life.