sculpted

01 Tuesday Jul 2014

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For those who left,
I now know,
I asked you to go;
And the rivers of tears,
the endless ocean of grief and sorrow,
my hand-written invitation
welcoming the fire.
Cleaved in two-
rock, split-
through those openings
water washed and sculpted
hollowed out and
slowly
re-formed this being
whose heart burned
and broke
over and over and over,
tumbling and grating in wave
after wave,
until
breath narrowly returned
from a final shattering
freeing a Self
whose unalterable joy
demanded release.

hiccup

27 Friday Jun 2014

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Had I fallen through
I’d be dead
which is fine- that day will come
when it comes
but!
As spirit leapt from body
and reinserted itself
that hiccup of time and motion
I giggled
because here I was
back with existence
and dancing could continue…

in unison

23 Monday Jun 2014

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I can not tie my heart to yours.
Ties bind us both.
You will pass,
like seasons
or visions
or the magic of a night dream,
but know I’m here,
this moment,
giving without reservation
while
I belong to one
who never leaves
and
it is in that heart where you and I join.
Rest your eyes from searching-
I need no back door for exit
because,
in this,
walls delude
and presence
locks our free steps
in unison.

Walk slowly

22 Sunday Jun 2014

Posted by in courage, joy, poems, poetry, release, wonder

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Walk slowly into day-
rabbit is shy.
When the holding of mind releases,
held muscle follows..
With heart carried forward
the jig in each step synchs
in rising rhythm,,
This number may be for two
or twenty,
but always for one and
the grin on a single visage
captivates wonder.
And she deserves to be charmed.

Anything but..

21 Saturday Jun 2014

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If a poet’s work is hitched to spirit,
that wild master of any art,
the words spark image, yes,
but more important
they move through and
switch the tide,
bring a tear,
or release a laugh,
birth a pause,
clear thought,
crack the darkness,
or hold you close-
Anything but keep things the same.

Summons

21 Saturday Jun 2014

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Walk into the fire.
Be purified.
Become water~
Wave through endless ocean.
Root in earth.
That mineral darkness feeds and holds you.
Breathe sky..
Fuel your own laughter and song.
Embodiment summons-
Burn brightly-
Now is the chance to learn
to spend a lifetime
Rejoicing.

Notes of Silence

16 Monday Jun 2014

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At dawn, in the field
where bustle and bombardment
arrest-
erased by the pace intended-
What penetrates fleets not
as creation arises,
replenishing, even through death,
in constant celebration,,
A music, in full possession
of the notes of silence,
always plays