KINDNESS… a pantoum


There is no ponder to an act of kindness

Kindness comes as it will like breathing

It is the only pathway to peace and love

A lay down of all that holds us to fear and resistance

 

Kindness comes as it will like breathing

There is never a time it doesn’t caress the heart

A lay down of all that holds us to fear and resistance

Choices lead to consequences

 

There is never a time it doesn’t caress the heart

Fear stains the heart’s beat with certain death

Choices lead to consequences

Sequences, like bad habits need adjusting

 

Fear stains the heart’s beat with certain death

In your defenselessness your safety lies

Sequences, like bad habits need adjusting

How will you adjust to Kindness’s call?

 

In your defenselessness your safety lies

It is the only pathway to peace and love

How will you adjust to Kindness’s call?

There is no ponder to an act of kindness

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SOLAR RETURN again… a haiku


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A Solar return

Age moves old on bones

Winter’s chill illuminates

 

Winter’s chill illuminates

Hail the days gone and to come

Deep freeze till Spring time

 

Deep freeze till Spring time

Seeds sleep in the winter nights

The silence holds peace

 

The silence holds peace

Rebel life gets in the way

Days slip to the wind

 

Days slip to the wind

Seeds sleep in the winter nights

A Solar return

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Trees breathe in starlight… found language.


I stole the first line of this poem from the quote below.  “Trees breathe in starlight…”  I found it lovely and magical.  I don’t think I’m done writing about it yet.  And this little poem feels just right right now.

IMG_3297winter in michigan.  A hoarfrost.

Trees breathe in starlight

The shimmer of the Milky Way

A dance of constellations

A rhythmic pulse of night glitter

Pulled down and in

held in bark and limb

twig and leaf

Seed and stem

The inhale of constellations

from all that Infinite

goes to root

And the Earth

feeds on heavenly

Light

“You know why trees smell the way they do? Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years’ worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth. That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old.”

Frances O’Roark Dowell.

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5% of hard.


Because it seems the New Year ‘should’ start off with positive vibes and the joy of embracing what comes next, this poem,  maybe a bit unsettling, and it still holds to the possibility that there is 95% of joy waiting to be released.

The day/year did start hard.  For me, this welcomes the possibility of finding the soft, joyful edges, the willingness to notices insensitivities and the letting go of righteous surety.

In the dedication of this poem, I give it to the elements:  Fire to burn away what doesn’t serve,  Air to bring in a breeze of clarity and goodness, Earth to ground and center,  and Water, to sooth and wash away the old debilitating hurts of long ago.  Spirit comes to give the loving prayer.IMG_2870

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5% of hard lays a weary sigh
draped in grey judgments on
the passing of how morning
gave rupture to the new day
of a new year in an elongated
moment of fearfulness longing
to be held to heart and loved .

There is wonder in how the 95%
of pleasure and goodness
shuffles to the back of the heart
guarding the opening.
Of how self forgiveness trembles
in a fetal flop against old bones
cradling the sorrows repeat,
against the slow drip of
self inquiry’s harshness

Self defense gives no protection
When there is nothing ever to
defend in that self righteous
agrimony fueling insecurity.
Maybe not quite sensitive enough
to let the way of how she blows
and shivers out those fears
in awkward self suspension.

Of a damage so long ago
given and held in those cells
echoing a call to how you’re never
enough in the no matter what.
Struggling to be whole
To be more than 5% of something
hard that crawls over the 95% of something
soft and good to a lay a win on what is
so much less than the total of wonderful,
mighty, courageously full of joy.

May the new year heal
the hard hurt
May the new year unravel
the fearful heart
May the new year reveal
that you are enough
and loved

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SLEEP’S DENIAL


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Sleep withholds.

She finds ways to deny dreams

She finds ways to bury light

Sleep tosses and turns

Her rosy breath shares the dragon’s fire.

Paired to remind of her volatility

Her fickle nature revealed.

Her power of dark and light

There is no forgetting her enchantment

Her etherial veil of soft comfort

The way she lays fairy dust on the eyelids

for magic to dance under the moon.

Oh how the dreams she gives stir to

A life yearning for mystery

A life hidden in daylight

in those uninhibited visions

Of ecstasy and horror shuttering

in the deep subconscious sweat of dreams

welcomed and unwelcomed

as She pulls you in and down

In and down in a story hungry

for understanding lost to waking.

And then she withholds

Giving no rest, no slumber

No gentle thought to mind and body

in the toss and turn of those rumpled 

sheets and sweaty pillows

night after night after night

You beg her to come and swallow you

to come and ease the daily grind

behind the closed eyes and prone body

you try to tease her into you.

Tease her back into the magic only she knows

in the willingness to give every inch of self

to the night’s death for replenishment

You die to her and she withholds.

Oh sweet Sleep dance me under the moonlight.

COPYRIGHT, jeanne adwani

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The Way is Not Lost or Found


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THE WAY IS NOT LOST OR FOUND

It’s not that The Way is lost

Or you lost your Way,

or what is lost is way far away.

or that you need finding.

There is compliment in the way

getting lost calibrates your compass.

Bringing that crazy eight swiped in the air

to captures a moment of Infinity

that wants a moment of direction

from the center place of you already found.

When The Way needs you to breathe into it.

To re-calibrate the  purpose that is already yours

in the 360 from where you north, south

east and west yourself on the way home.

This fugue state is the pause, the inhale

and exhale, because the speed of light

Is too much for an earthly body to comprehend

while making Way to Enlightenment is already yours.

Being lost is the 3Dimensional duality to found.

That choice is not what is the matter of what matters.

It helps give rest and reflection

that holds sacred this journey.

The Way is not lost nor found

It is.

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This a summer of…


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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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