Category Archives: beauty

Bodyscape

06 Friday Mar 2015

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Wrinkles gather

for rivulets of joy to pass through.

Skin registers the days, the years,

captures earth movements of a lifetime-

sights seen, impacts felt..

the stories awaiting coffee and a friend’s perked ear.

Faces change, hard places become soft-

another land responding to elemental embrace.

I will watch your bodyscape alter,

like your growing heart,

and smile at time and gravity’s impressions,

in that worldly deepening

of us both.

An Invitation

21 Wednesday Jan 2015

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Skillful communication
is exploratory, juicy, inclusive-
an invitation to scratch the ears of curiosity.
The delicious outcome
of reading lasting writings,
indeed,
the consequence of every artful celebration of life
I’ve been fortunate enough to stumble headlong into,
has been a bodily and spirited hallelujah.
You know those works-
they arrest us, grab, inspire and
open us,
they draw us out, tuck us in,
return stolen tears, stir forgotten laughter,
drop bread crumbs along our path to help us get home again.
Whatever our craft,
our creations allow us to give back
to an ever generous world.
Writing is my way of giving back.
I write to keep love in motion.

Symmetry

21 Wednesday Jan 2015

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Symmetry:
Who ever planted that lie?
Why, it has grown invasively
in our minds.
Imagine
a tree, perfectly symmetrical-
it’d be the oddest specimen
in a lifetime of experiencing trees.
Asymmetry becomes the stamp
placed upon us,
not by birth alone,
but through time,
here,
walking and breathing.
Our bodies,
equally uneven, gnarled,
are intentionally so.
Hearts, lungs, breasts, testicles,
all
marvelously asymmetrical.
Our fingers and toes, like rootlets,
twisted,
play different roles
simultaneously.
Balance requires movement
to counter forces
both inside and out.
We constantly strike deals
with elements seeking
to liberate us.
And, through that making,
like the trees,
we are infinitely more captivating.

Beauty wanders

21 Tuesday Oct 2014

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Neither glabrous nor symmetrical,
lasting Beauty wanders
away from prescribed uniformity
and the wasted effort of rebellion.
In her,
the dynamism of bliss.
Fires consume obstacles, illusions
becoming the skeletons
of lace wings
honored in their sculptural ephemera;
in the end, they flutter,
blown free by gently pressed lips.
Light stretches into full expression,
at ease,
with plenty of room
to move.

Walk the Line

20 Monday Oct 2014

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The pain life delivers carves us out, making space for an unalterable joy and a shareable wisdom, riches fed by both understanding and gratitude. If we let fear dam that transformative river, we can not embody our own power or light. The photographer not wanting to be seen, the poet feeling unheard, the model believing herself ugly, the lawyer not finding justice in her own life- we learn through what draws us. Within our challenges lie our gifts, and what seems a curse is often our blessing. Can’t walk the line without seeing ourselves and with undeveloped sight we are sleepwalking- lost not only to ourselves but to the world. Without celebrating our own Being the world becomes a little dimmer. By looking into the pain, whatever it may be, and sitting with the fear, we can rise above what diminishes us, and expand into being deeply present, inspired, spirited, instinctual, intuitive and alive. Let that be the enviable courage.

…out of sleep

16 Thursday Oct 2014

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Dappled shade drops from grand sycamores,
Woman on bicycle pedals in heels
down cobblestone,
Small boy lags behind mother,
winding between outdoor cafe tables,
dragging one finger along peaks of chair backs,
Sunlight stretches past church spire,
flooding quiet shadow with wakefulness.
Morning traffic-
parents carrying children to school
on two thin wheels.
A gathering of friends with cigarettes,
building stories through accumulating years,
drinks coffee before work.
Man with cello. Man running to catch time.
Woman coasts past, adjusting shawl,
ears filled by private music.
Two monks in beige robes,
crosses hidden in folds of cloth at their waists.
Diesel engine. Rattling bike frame.
Pigeons take flight
into pale cloudless sky.
Bordeaux brightens out of sleep.