This a summer of…


Wholy Grail.

Wholy Grail.

This is a summer of gathering

letting go, remembering,

moving, finding a new groove

 

This is summer of fear found

fear release, surrendering.

making space for new possibilities

 

This is a summer of edges

pushed, hanging on for dear life.

standing in the Center.

 

This is a summer of startled resistance

Deepening into the forever after of

when Oneness calls to the let it all go

 

This is a summer when angst

outgrew herself for peaceful resolution

On fresh pages freed for a new story

 

This is a summer when what needed 

to get together got to together in the 

seamless love given by others.

 

This is a summer of gratitudes fruition

When to give is to receive and to

receive fills the giving cup

 

This is a summer when the heart prism 

finds the clarity in the crystal

Catching all light in her opening

 

This is a summer still happening

in the calm of moments accepted 

In the trust of how the Infinite unfolds

 

Perfectly.

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CICADA


CICADA

 

It comes right from their bellies

that call to life on these dog days

When Summer gives all of herself

to the hot damp of evenings

and the just enough breeze that

gives cool moist on to your surfaces

 

Their tymbal drum

 and drum

and drum 

right from the gut of them 

that place of feeling that sings

the days and nights to love

in their awaking from dirt

and bark on to the sea of grass

and leaves

 

Of the return to their song 

in that drum

drum

drum

feel into the blue to midnight 

Into the in-between of how

the vital brilliance of corals

purples, violets, and oranges 

celebrate on the horizons edge

in the cadence of time 

for the Earth’s roll 

around the

Sun.

 

Expanding and contracting

their bellies for the long hot days

for us to know their song

in the short of summer heat

and the longing for 

love to be found

in the 

drum

drum 

drum

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Being silent… listening


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Chill lays a damp rest on my exposed flesh.

Morning moves with the swift flight of birds

ascending with the Sun.

What is re-born sits with ringlets  of scattered

morning white tumbling, breathing.

With those two crows that take watch in the

corners of these eyes that have seen six decades

There is a rightness to this with a hand

extended into the wet dirt, moving centuries

around in the stirring of life up again.

Burying it closer to the surface this time

where green finds her rest and scattered

blooms come again because they must

The coffee is bitter in the sweet of the must have.

Inhaling the moist morning with the waft

of lemon and citronella to ward off the bitting.

A rapid scold comes from the tree tops speaking

in a foreign tongue familiar like music without

words that give a feel, a pulse, a cadence known

without remembering why.Telling the story of the

moment with absolute clarity.

There is no wrong in the want to carve my

initials across this land.  Lay some bit  of

myself in the claim of where I’ve been and

where I am.  The safety of it is illusive, dream

like, a fugue on this Earth Path of my foot-

prints shallow and deep along the soft and

hard ways finding home.

Sitting here in the damp of this rising

morning.  Being silent, listening.

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I AM HERE… BEING


 

NEW HOUSE

Weave out of the old

Texture the new

Find the color

that the breath

gives to the empty

to spread on the

 

Walls of a new life

made ready for this

next moment and

the next as the wait

shortens to the Call

of the way of a

 

Whisper rising to

be heard just right

in this weave in

this texture

in this colour

that breath gives

 

When home finds

a new place to Be

in this passing

of days on this

Land, in this place

for a little

 

While longer

when Home at

last becomes

the vast wonder

of the Infinite

And till then

 

I am Here

Being

 

 

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Life’s Weather … Haiku


Wisconsin sky

Winter’s best gave birth

Bound to white and freeze a wail

Sun makes for glitter

 

Sun makes for glitter

Youth storms and calms joyously

Many paths Spring green

 

Many paths Spring Green

Life lust wanders earth’s mystery

Be Here Now Be here

 

Be Here Now Be here

A landscape lush and fertile

Outer seeks inner

 

Outer seeks inner

Green gives of her abundance

Magic gives to blooms

 

Magic gives to blooms

Starry nights take the Sunlight

Autumn carpet ride

 

Autumn carpet ride

Green embraces her spicy

Breath takes in the shift

 

Breath takes in the shift

Edges of Winter slow to rest

Silence whispers yes

 

Silence

whispers

yes

 

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Souls-tise pantoum


Happy Summer Soul’stise

A pantoum in rhythm  till it doesn’t.

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POPPIES AT MERTHA'S CABIN

A longing day into a short quiet night

This day dressed in grey hides the sun’s light

Colours can’t be hidden in the minds eye

Imaginings of rainbows dance in the fireflies

 

This day dressed in grey hides the sun’s light

No reason for lonely in the shortest night

Imaginings of rainbows dance in the fireflies

Streak like falling stars in the midnight sky

 

No reason for lonely in the shortest night

When nature patterns her grace with abundant light

Streaks like falling stars in the midnight sky

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

 

When nature patterns her grace with abundant light

The long short of your dreams lives in the short long of this night

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

This day of Summer Solstice will not hide in the grey skies

 

The Long short of your dreams lives in the short long of this night

Colours can’t be hidden in the mind’s eye

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

A longing day into a short quiet night

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I give myself to the music, I am the music


 

Ludovico Einaudi, Pianist.

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I give myself to the music
The tenderness fills me
rolls in caress over my body
I yearn for the home of it
with windows wide open
and the standing pine caught
to the breeze filling my inhale
Wide is the blue with the fluff
of scattered clouds that look like
starships calling me home

I didn’t want to let it give me tears
With the sprinkle of the spring rain
that can not be held back to nurture
the land finding my flower nearly ready
How many times I have bloomed in
these decades of living from tears laid
to my fertile land or when life opens
and pours down on me with such giving.
Of wishes and wants, desires, and magic
filled and not ever unfull-filling
no matter the harmony the keys tap
to this life giving rhythm

I give myself to the music to be the music
I am the dancing fingers to the ivory,
the taunt sing of the strings
the drummers heart beat
the pelt of rain on the roof
the blow of the horn in the fog
the string of bells caught to wind
the crack and split of the clouds pouring
I am the choir, the orchestra, the soloist
I give myself to the music
I am the music

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