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…


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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