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THE GREAT UN-KNOWN


PATH TO GALAXY

Brought here by the Great Unknown

Flipping through infinite space

Like I knew where I was going.

Landing here buried in my mother’s

womb to push out and breathe life again

Inhale and exhale this worldly experience

In the “oh my god” and “Are you kidding me”

Varied exclamations mixed with occasional

Expletives as my days ready to be tossed

Back out into the infinite salad bowl of

Terrestrial ingredients to switch it up

And get tossed into some other soup

Being birth all over again.

I’m waiting

for the seasons to chance

Waiting

for my rock to roll

Waiting

for these days to close

Till I dance with the

Great Unknown

 

 

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The Forest Mistress


treeshadowpath

There is insight in these woods

The forest is a deep and dark mistress

No amount of fearful fairy tale

Will keep me from the venture

There is always a path to be made

if not for the pleasure of memories held

to the inhale of mossy scents and damp wood

of  old leaves laid to carpet and the dead of

wood an invitation for a sit down and ponder

 

There is insight in these woods, this forest

a quiet  timber of wind tickling twig and leaf

The pause of natures creatures in suspended

silence so not to give themselves away to the

wanderer, the path maker, the fairy-teller

seeking the story that quivers past the forest’s

edge for the telling, secured by the mistress of

this forest in her dark to light, light to dark splendor

waiting for you to find what lays within your sight.

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IMPALED…in the handwritten


So rare I sit and hand write.  Here it is in the raw.  Obviously, hahahaha.    Ya… well.  Blab it out and here’s what happens.

Who still writes long hand?  I have to say there is pleasure in the process.  I have a half day writer’s retreat today… Maybe I’ll do some hand writing.  mmmmm.  sure why not. peace n’ love people.

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19/05/2013 · 10:21 am

A storyteller’s ramble.


I’ve nearly finished with my poetry chapbook.  Sent it to a few friends to give feed back and a lil’ editing.  It goes out thursday to my writing mentor.  What a lot of work.  After awhile it’s hard to even look at it.  And I’m very glad to have pulled it together.

I will keep you all updated on the progress. I am determined to make it look like a real book and put it out in the world.   I’m already planing book number two.  I’m sooooo ambitious.

 

I SEE YOU

I SEE YOU

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Ok… so I just did this ramble below.  I didn’t try to stop it.  I gave myself into it. eegads.

 

Stories are made up In truths, in exaggerations

In missed placed perceptions. A movie like scene

scanning the panorama of the eyes,

sending, sending, sending

endless data, the endless

report of moments of living.

 

Grab it. Grab it. Make up what it is we don’t see

or think we see, or want it be, or believe it must be.

Make up what we believe is some truth of it

in the outcome or back story, of your story

in the story of make it so  in the vague

interpretation of limited information.

 

We all do it.  And we do it again cause it panoramas

around us endlessly in near ending reels

and reams of life rolling by,  in and out

Seeps into our own perceptions,

Grabs  at our guts, our heart, our imaginings

Grabs out our history, our wants and desires.

Steals away any truth of it in its flash by.

 

Holding whatever perception made up of

pieces of truth that may have not an ounce

of truth to it.  Till that story passing by

gives the details.  It’s way gone now.

Out of the passing scene, in the

‘See ya later baby. Bye bye.”

Fill your eyes up with the next and

the next… Good lord it never stops.

No truth report coming from that .

And damn we were all wrong

 

Speak up to your own truth

If you happen to know it

Cause it’s the only truth

you got.  All the rest is

passing us by for some over

stimulation and illusive

reminders that we’re

good and bad stories tellers

and stories …. well they

just keep on coming.

 

 

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a daughter’s tale


mom as dancer

 

For all that has been when

are hearts beat in the same body

In the separate togetherness

before your hard push for me to

feel my own Light

My first brightness was

of you.

 

My breath was a gasp

A scream for the cruel

sword that cut me from you

In the cold world of white on white

Such misery in those minutes

calved from your sparkling glacier

to float on out into the sea of life.

 

When in the warm rock

of my swaddle and your

love caress tender sweet

The Universe realigned

In the vast conundrum

of how this daughter would

find her way in the every after.

 

And your Sun light took

to the earth in bone and ash

A daughter held to loss and grief

Gather’s shared history

for the heart to remember

in the joys and sorrows

In the wait for the infinite

Of us to meet again

 

We are of eternity

We are mother daughter

cycling, rebirthing,

patterning for each other

The breath and gasp of being

Soul to soul for ever more

I am with you always

even unto the end of the world.

 

 

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Two Pleiades … not what you think


I wasn’t feeling much inspiration this a.m.  Took a twirl in the cyber world to some poets corner to see if there was some of it there.  http://www.poetrydances.com/pleiades.php  Of course there was cause it’s dang well everywhere.  This is a style of poetry I’m completely unfamiliar with.  I think he calls it Pleiades.  I like the Pleiades, those seven sister out there in dark space.

These are ‘pleiades’ .  Can you figure out the pattern?  Kinda simple, right?  Oh.. it doesn’t have to rhyme if you don’t want it to.  Who else wants to write one?

CELESTIAL PAINTING

Inspiration

 

It’s all around looking to be found

Inviting the muse to invite the profound

Inventing from possibilities

Illustrations of all we can be

Insight sparks from everywhere

Intuition waits for you to dare

I see it all around

 

Whatchamacallit

 

What is that thing we use to do?

We had a name for it

Wiry willy children then

Who invented endless games

Wholly invested in those moments

Wrap in carefree summers

Who ever said we couldn’t?

 

 

 

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THE WANDERER IS NEVER LOST


This flew off my finger tips this morning. Not a word was changed.   I would claim it a channeling if it seemed so.  I don’t know.  Perhaps it has some meaning to you.  I certainly does for me.

PATH TO GALAXY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

THE WANDERER IS NEVER LOST

 

Vivid sparks of cosmic say

what calls to where the beyond

invites the traveler to wander.

 

A saunter deep into the dark

spaces between the spaces

that lie within, in equal portion

 

To that which claims Infinity’s

surround in the cosmic say of

A wanderers spark realized

 

Enlightenment claims us all

In the never ending out there

found exactly where you Are.

 

It’s not ‘eyes wide open’ that see.

The expanse of the loving heart

has always been the Holy Grail.

 

Full and pouring spiraled

galaxies of Creation’s wonder.

An infinite feast of love divine

 

Imagine it so and it will Be

Believe it and it will rise

The wanderer is never lost

 

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CAPPUCCINO OF LIFE


I read a newsletter on line by an artist Robert Genn.  http://clicks.robertgenn.com/studio-rituals.php  todays newsletter.  He has many offering to artists of many talents and today, he asked of our rituals as artists.  I actually, wrote him an email describing a bit of my morning ritual to get here and lay a poem down.

This is what I said… you can skip this if you want (go directly to poem below), or read it and share with me your ritual.

cappuccino

I do write every morning.  I shift the ritual around just a bit to stir me up, and not fall into a habit that becomes ridiculously boring, and obscenely predictable.

The demand of my pets to feed them wins, followed by making coffee.  I let the dog out. Some mornings with the door wide open, I yell out to the neighborhood, “I’m Alive”.  If I need to, I yell it out again with a little more fervor least I forgot.  I took the idea from Rabbi Joseph Gelberman, who did this every morning till his death at 98, in 2012.  Honestly, it makes me giggle every time I do it, and I wonder why I don’t do it everyday, and maybe through out the day.  

Then… I sit down to write.  I’m a poet, I blog my ‘free fall’ poem nearly every day. (blog is posted below).  I let the morning give me my prompt most of the time, sitting in the same chair, facing southeast, noticing the day rising, and what business is happening with nature and the neighbors.  I’m not nearly as nosey as this sounds.  Well, maybe a little, I am after all, an artist.  I may find inspiration in my dreams, or a conversation I had the day before.  I let what wants to be written rise up.

When nothing really rises up for me with a tap tap of words falling outta me, I resort to various other things to tickle me into some poetry.   I have a  little book which I write ‘found language’.  What that is (now I’m being really nosey) is, me listening in on conversations that are happening around me in public places, and ‘stealing’ someones sentence that I deem worthy of putting in my little journal.  I take that little sentence and work some inspiration around that into a poem, or two.

Lately, I have a woman that is in my creativity coaching class, (another thing I’m doing) send me one word in the morning via texting.  I very much liking this.  I was resistant to this texting thing. and now find that it is a great way to deliver a prompt to a client or receive one. 

I did steal a line from his letter, I will use it as my inspirational prompt today.  Thanks Bob…

“…spending a steady day trying to make the cup froth over.”

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A double ‘Cap’, short, 2%, not ‘too wet’

That’s how I like mine with the

seductive froth in that swirl of a

heart I imagine expanding mine.

I give a lick to this heart to feel

the expanse and let the heat

of the mix fill my mouth.

That expresso race to the

pump pump acceleration

pushing the git it going

pulse through my body.

 

I ready my day to get

the steady going rhythm

of filling and spilling

filling and spilling

what calls me to life

Froths me up in the

churn of Creation’s

call to the daily quest

of a grail found, full,

an ever flowing froth

of this groove I’m in

in the Cappuccino of life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WATERHILL, music to live by


ROOSSPIRIT kath Roos

ROOSSPIRIT
kath Roos

 

 

Water Hills flow in to the city of trees

We are a river of music on this Spring day breeze

We are the flood of joy in the dance

We are the Brook that babbles

We are the Fountain over flowing

We are Spring’s song made to fables

 

We are the Cherry on the cake

We Gott  all the music it takes

We are on the streets where you live.

We are the drummers, the flutes,

We are the  song, and the dance

and oooo how we sway, shimmy and prance

 

Water Hill comes in four hours it’s gone

Still in my body I feel the joy and the songs

In this city of trees where sweet waters flow

In this neighborhood of friends,

In this neighborhood we all flowed

An Ocean of pleasure on this sea did we rock and roll.

 

 

 

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SPRING NOTICING …. haiku


Yesterdays road trip garage sale-ing and junking.  taking the back roads.. What a beautiful spring day.

On Macon Rd

On Macon Rd

Silo hales the past

Red barns salute to what is

Seasons come and go

 

Ecstatic flutter

Leaf caught by dervish breezes

A last twirl till free

 

A hundred swans float

Two Hundred white wings teasing

A flock of cygnets

 

Weathered wood tumbled

Barn gives way to gravity

Beauty in this death

 

Rutted country road

A sheen of green hills rolling

A dot of red flight

 

Turtle crosses road

Screech to a halt for saving

Life in the wetlands

 

Cherry trees weeping

Pink flowers in abundance

Beauty brings me tears

 

 

 

 

 

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