Wakes of Joy E-Book

Diana Button

• Herausgeber: BoD - Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 38

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Wakes of Joy is a collection of poems - a lyrical meditation on presence, surrender, and joy. Inspired by the teachings of Gangaji and rooted in the silence of Ramana Maharshi, these poems trace the ripples of insight that arise from stillness - like a wake on water: evidence of movement, dissolving into the vastness of being. More than a personal journey, Wakes of Joy pulses with shared human experience. These poems carry the quiet ache of longing - not for something new, but for what has always been here. They are an invitation to rest, to listen, to remember the joy that does not waver: always present, always waiting to be seen.

Leseprobe

For Gangaji, the lineage of Ramana Maharshi, and the ever-present silence that calls us home.

Preface

A single moment—

a breath, a pause, a stillness—

and something within us stirs.

Perhaps it is recognition. Perhaps remembering.

There is a joy not bound by circumstance, a stillness that does not waver, a presence that has never left. It moves like ripples across water, like the wake of a boat long gone, yet still shaping the surface.

This collection is an invitation—an unfolding into that wake of joy, into the waves of awakening. It does not ask you to search, but rather to rest, to listen, to remember.

As you read these poems, may you find moments of stillness in their movement, and glimpses of the boundless in their brevity. May they be a mirror, reflecting something that was never lost.

Welcome to Wakes of Joy.

Index of Poems

The First Ripples

Gangaji, Your Existence

Who Am I Really?

Revelation No-Thing

Noise and Other Sound

The Longing Within

The Names We Call Ourselves

Candle On a Drafty Sill

Note to Self

The Presence of Who

All That Matters

Refresh

Trans Scribe

Just Suppose

The Name of the Ache

Remedy Within

This Melancholy…

A Seasoned Addict

It’s Friday and All is Functioning

Call and Response

I Want You to Want Me

By Water’s Edge

Hope for Our Home

The River Gives Way

This One Prayer

House of Forbidden Joy

Craving the Infinite

You May Kiss Me Now

The Cloak and the Wind

Bashing Against the Pane

Knot Inside the Knot

By the River of Thought

Deeper into Yourself

This Wild Ride That is Life

Courage Is…

Ode to Rumi

In a Word, Yes

Today’s Sunrise

The Promise of Poetry

Don’t Go Worshipping Rainbows

It’s All a Love Affair

Grand Oak

Grateful Is Too Skinny a Word

A New To-do List

What Remains

Wakes of Light

How Could I Have Guessed?

Wakes of Joy

The Sound of Nothing

This Moment After the Mind Storm

The Light That Sees

Aloneness, Not Loneliness

Humus Humblis

In Deep

Poem Song

Saying the Sayable

I Am Sky

Retreat Is…

Echoes of the Earth

Memo

Naked I and “I”

A Voice

Satsang Is…

Merging With the Ocean

Revelation Truth

What Is This?

The Last to Know

Waiting and Seeing

Never Bucket-less

There Comes a Time

Rumi and I

The Way of Grace

Immeasurable Heaven

Closing Reflection

Inspirations

The First Ripples

Gangaji, Your Existence

Gangaji, your existence

is a compass in my palm—

always at hand, pointing true north.

I listen, and the way ahead

lights up, right here,

where I stand.

You take my hand,

I feel your pulse. Our hearts join.

In that moment, I know:

I’ve always known.

Welcome home—

to the holy company of Self.

Who Am I Really?

I lie down on the lawn,

allow this body to rest,

allow this mind to just be.

Thoughts continue, but nothing is new—

just the same old not-so-golden oldies,

stories and rote:

The Mistaken Zygote

The Ugly Duckling

The Lost Child

She Who Will Never Belong

The Shameful One.

Verbs, nouns, and pronouns swirl,

twisting, unwinding, tumbling down—

back to where they began,

back into the dance with grass shoots and roots,

with worm and soil—

feeding billions of micro-beings

who, all the while, have been keeping

Everything alive.

Where do I begin? Where do I end?

What in me is not also in you,

in the earth, in the universe?

What in the universe, in the earth, in you,

is not also in me?

Air streams into lungs,

blood fills the bellies of thirty-seven trillion cells.

Mind is lost for words at last—

There is just this tremendous

REVERENCE

Revelation No-Thing

No-thing stands apart

from this vastness,

from the boundless One

we have never left.

Confusion rises.

Fear stirs—

yet nothing is lost.

Even the idea of no-thing

fades,

dissolving

back into the eternal

wholeness

we are.

Noise and Other Sound

Sacredness is always here, but I look away,

distracted by the mind’s endless chatter—

preoccupations, worry, fretting,

concerned with comfort, image, need,