December 24, 2009 | 2:50 pm

Brand New

Posted by Emily Stern

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Fear
is the bookmark
Holding the place
Of all we are
meant to do

I’ve started to sing
What these pages bring
A sound that is brand new.

The butterfly’s
No longer too shy
To show her patterns divine
I give thanks to the breaks
That told me to wait
And held me till I came alive.

The mother who strokes
my hand sets me free
As I mutter the words,
I believe that Thee

enlighten the questions I posed as a child
While I learn about what grace is,
I tread the line between doing just fine
and knowing we all fall on our faces.

                                        Emily Stern…... April 2007

December 13, 2009 | 1:38 pm

Modestly

Posted by Emily Stern

I don’t play hard to get, I just am.
I do not play modest on purpose
cause only intellectually do we exist in form.
Maybe Gd wants you all to Herself.
Maybe that’s what it’s all about, and
You are being modest when you days that this is good.
How can this love be in the physical?

Our souls encased in glass. . .

She encased in trust,

Our soul encased as us.

She can’t be “figured out” the only face to love.
The mystical not mystified? Forever I am open. To being touching
me inside.

and if forgiveness surrounds us, the better to see you with, my dear. 
and maybe this has always been my problem:
that we pretend it isn’t here.

waiting in the WHEN AND WHERE for what has already been shown (told).

 

I’m always Waiting for the perfect question, for the perfect prayer. 
Waiting for your permission to let you be there.

your soul is a body forgotten in form, teach me the point of creation.
I have no concept of love.

To put your left foot in and turn it inside out. 

Modesty is not concealed, modestly she is revealed. A tiny little body, a tiny little thought, that everyone is gd. and enough is enough.  You are free. ALWAYS FREE….
to love me.

believe me, I do not know how I work.

i have seen all the realms of women
who do not even know of power

and water is the
Why do I do what I do?
All the reasons are none. Just let Her
be known. Her name is Sinai. And one lifetime is too small.

 

Let there be all.

Let me know how deeply this has been sanctified
Forever
Soul, I open.
To being
touched
from inside
We are Mystified. The back of our hearts glowing,

The back of the head: spring. I see so much blue. Like the one of the sky is the one of the open open open open alive in the ocean of you.
I am modest intellectually, only purposefully did I exist in form.

To watch you Ask about the existence of gd

Like I ask about This world:
does This World really exist? Just because she can be seen? she can be heard?

 

In modesty we have been most revealed, modestly complete, concealed. In modesty, most revered and most misunderstood.

Have rules really been made by you? How am I to sing?
Not As one Should! and certainly not as one thinks! So only intellectually do I exist in form!
Endlessly patient, Let us figure it all out. Must our figures rely on facts?

I am no longer a child who believes without a body. Thank you for this honor.

Too good to not be true. How to see?

Only symbolically. In extremes and the balance of song and speech and praise

and doubt.

There’s something to a melody that loves with all her mind.

Forever Soul I am hoping we are touched from deep inside.

May 2009

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December 5, 2009 | 11:49 pm

what we are

Posted by Emily Stern

Ideal, hold this idea:
I wonder what we are
it’s effortless to twinkle like a star.
Around me, all the Banshees Dance.
and hide before a response can be given.
but this is what I’d tell them, if they want to listen:
all I want to say is what wants to be said.
all I want to tell, you tell me with yourself,
ours is open to the one
who speaks all i want to see is truly what we are,
and we hide before we can say this name.
All Around the Banshees Dance:
there is absolutely nothing that this could mean.
you are touching me so deeply
it cannot be seen.

but what is truth when I am with you?
Once I had something I could say,
but all I am is wordless essence wondering
yes.  There is absolutely nothing this could be
I am touched by you so freely it can not be seen.

The only thing I can hear is the beauty
that we are loved and just right here we are.
All around the Banshees dance.
what flame is not a flame?
what heart is not meant to belong again?
and all this love is around me
Hides before I can respond
to pretend that I am speaking or seeking would feel wrong
All around the banshees dance
what flame is not a flame?
what heart is not meant to belong again?
I do not have a story
although I told you one.
I just want to be heard before I hear
every single thing is ears
Can you feel the branches dance
if I close your eyes
maybe I will be the one who hides….
If we close my eyes
bless us like a star
always full of wonder
that we are

What Flame is not a flame?
What heart is not meant to be
long again?

e.stern

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