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28/03/2013 · 8:58 am

PANTOUM for a Full Moon


COFffeeee… aaaah.  Here it is, the ending of the month, the full moon dwindles away to find her return in another 28 days or so, the sun rises for the blue sky’s opening, and I ponder the day.

The moon reminds me of my fullness.  It was in Libra, which I then imagine the balance of my emotions; how I feel and think with the pushing of other peoples need to find balance or not for themselves.  The thing for me to remember is that I can not balance anyone else’s experience of the world around them.  I can only attend to mine and let go of any reaction to outburst  that sets the stage for reaction, that sets the stage for conflict.  Defensiveness lead to more defensiveness.  Breatheeeee and let it go.  If it’s important, I will attend to it after emotions cool and balance resets.

Today… A Pantoum.  I love the style of this poem.  I left you with the journey of it at the end of mine.  give it a try, it has a surprising magical-ness to it that  I enjoy in the writing and enjoy in the first read when I’m done.

I invite you, should you try this simple form, to not think/feel to hard about it or do any editing.  See what happens

full moon on the Dease

full moon on the Dease

 

I let the fullness of balance fill me

Expanding into the flow of the day

Sun gives rise in the blue of the sky

I get to rather than have to

 

Expanding into the flow of the day

Feeling the view of what I see in beauty

I get to rather than have to

Changes the perspective of doing

 

Feeling the view of what I see in beauty

Life’s camera clicks the moments

Changes the perspective of doing

Gives radiance in the gloom

 

LIfe’s camera clicks the moments

No need to linger in the panorama

Gives radiance in the gloom

What’s past gives way to what’s next

 

No need to linger in the panorama

Sun gives rise in the blue of the sky

What’s past gives way to what’s next

I let the fullness of balance fill me

 

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One way to write a Pantoum.

 

Start with “I.. (connect with an essential word – what are you feeling, experiencing?)

Start with “I.. (where are you)

Start with “I.. (what do you see)

What happens?

Repeat line 2

Write an emotional reaction to former sentence

Repeat line 4

Write a reaction to line 7

Repeat line 6

Write an emotional reaction to the former sentence

Repeat line 8

Write a reaction, a comment on the former sentence

Repeat line 10

Write an emotional reaction on the former sentence

Repeat line 12

Write a reaction, a comment on the former sentence

Repeat line 14

Repeat line 3

Repeat line 16

Repeat line 1

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02/03/2013 · 9:22 am

Grey Gloom Girly gives again


winter 2013

With March having snowed her way in, I’m hopeful that April will find us sooner than later laying her heady little crocus and snow drops with some vibrant green on the land.

Grey Gloom Girl, makes lots of visits to this part of the world, especially in the winter months. She generous with herself. She likes to amass the whole Mid-West and some of Canada when ever she gets a chance.  She can be sooo consuming.  I hear myself let loose with a big sigh, feel my face lack luster, and my lips push to the floor.

I’m doing my best to befriend her.  I’m the one most resistant.  She’d loved to cozy up, swaddle, and swallow me in her dull void.  It’s not like I haven’t given into that cool, overcast, and distant demeanor before, cause I have.  I’ve been known to let that over cast sky be my sunny day.  I’m not really into that kinda thing anymore.  Ya know?

She knows it pisses me off when she’s busy spitting and spewing little wet drops of freeze which is what she’s doing right now.  I’m gonna love her anyway.  That’s the thing about having choice in attitude about these kinda things;  I can give her bitch status and rave on about how annoying she is OR,  I can imagine her feeling lonely and needy to be seen and appreciated for what she is; all dull and grey and colourless.  She’s a little boring.  I’ll  love her anyway and wrap her up in my Sunny disposition.

 

No overcast here

Sun melts the grey gloom away

Lit up bright inside

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09/02/2013 · 8:59 am

THE SCOURGE


GERMANY 130

It’s more than anyone needs to know

It’s one of those vile vulgar experiences

That collides with your body in an overwhelm

A surge of illness that tears at your guts

Rips at every part of you with a toxicity

That has to find it’s way out of you now

In violent purges from mouth to ass

Again and again

 

It’s more than you wanted to hear from me

On this sunny winter morning welcome

Drained of yesterday’s tuna sandwich

Grilled with cheese and tasting like goodness

Left behind in the toilet in repeat hurl to get the

Scourge out of my body so death won’t take me

And the hideous curse of it ‘be gone to the devil’

 

It’s not the diet plan I had in mind

And in this moment I don’t ever want to eat again

A favorite comfort food gave it’s poisonous rebel

Consumed in a violent retch that shivers still

In my body and if I didn’t know better

I would never eat again, never ever.

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17/01/2013 · 10:24 am

5 VOICES… A PANTOUM


I love this style of poetry.  It has a beauty in it’s unexpected outcome if you allow it and just go with it.

This Pantoum poem was a collective experience in my writer’s group.  With the exception of two lines which I took the liberty of editing very slightly, it is the collective voice of 5 writers.

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Finding the stillness in my breath

I become one with the forest away from the screaming house

Bright flashes of light, illuminating faces around me

Then a shot sounds, echoing through the trees

I become one with the forest away from the screaming house

I am afraid

Then a shot sounds, echoing through the trees

I fell to the mossy earth and wept

I am afraid

I tremble and try to calm

I fell to the mossy earth and wept

I become exhausted but I feel cleansed

I tremble and try to calm

This shouldn’t be happening to me

I become exhausted but feel cleansed

I wash myself clean

This shouldn’t be happening to me

Bright flashes of LIght illuminating faces around me

I wash myself clean

Finding the stillness in my breath

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08/01/2013 · 10:03 am

THE ROOT OF THE ISSUE


Sippy the coffee.  Aaahh.  I’m sitting here thinking how badly I need a ‘dye job’.  Such a not professional term.  None the less, my roots are BAD.  Cobbler’s child; make good on everyone else and my roots go unattended.  It’s not pretty.  Hats and bandanas hide all kinds of bad hairness, and with my BIG birthday looming up ahead, I want these nasty little bits colored soon.  Yes, I will make it happen even if I must trash the bathroom.  I hate doing my own color.

Notice how my aging fast right before your eyes, expands my rambling on to these pages.  That’s what getting older does, among many other quaint little issues.

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THE ROOT OF THE ISSUE

 

Quaint little issues of ramble and dye

Of remembrances and what’s for breakfast

Sippy the coffee as the Sun fills the window

In the Winter light deceiving warmth.

Making issues that hold to the trite

and the slop of the dye in the bowl on the mirror

Is the reflection of me with long ago in my eyes

 

When the world suffers and war gives no answer

and the die is far from my hair, and the root

Of the issues is colored hot blood and blaze

And the only ramble is the jibberish of leaders

That have no skill in kindness and care.

Their light is out and the deceit of the seasons

reflects the die in the bowl of lives taken carelessly

 

Sitting here with my roots exposed

Hoping to cover the age of me away

In the ramble of this morning’s rise

With parts of the world a theatre of chaos

And the root of the issue covered up endlessly

For the power hungry money machine

That has not one once of quaint

 

I’ll cover my roots with 4N and a little 4/5

And hope that, the over there is not a part of

My over here in the cover up of my issue

That the root of my matter tho’ full of deceit

bares to some innocence I have yet to lose

And I will think globally and act locally

all over my head.

 

 

 

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07/01/2013 · 11:57 am

GRAVITY PULLS HARD


The count down begins… 7 days to my birthday.  I do my best to not shudder at the age I have made all these decades to, and embrace this chronology as a gift of living and Being.  There’s wisdom in these bones, and in this heart.

 

GRAVITY PULLS ON YOUR KNICKERS

GRAVITY PULLS ON YOUR KNICKERS

Gravity pulls hard

Thank God I like being close to the Earth

Still asking the heavens to pull my chin up

Not to ‘keep my chin up’ in that metaphorical way

Cause I do that against the pull.

 

Gravity pulls hard

My skin let’s the Polar say, have it’s way

Age has a way of bringing on the melt

Human Warming can’t be stopped

Not in this timeline of illusive shifts

 

Gravity pulls hard

It wins or we float away to the great beyond

Till the dust of us gives the Light of us up

Making a new star in the Milky Way

Drink it down to imbibe the Moon Shine

 

Gravity pulls hard

We are in the time of the line drawn this way

Choices bring their consequence in the round about

In the cycle of born again to make way for the dusty road

That layers our ending back to the elements.

 

Gravity pulls hard

I try not to listen to the hard pull on my ear

That speaks to the end of my days in this body

Tho’ I welcome the flight to the heights of the Infinite

When the call comes and gravity has no pull on me anymore

 

 

 

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29/12/2012 · 11:59 am

Dease Lake and Grandpa’s visit


The Dease Lake… Back again for the New Year and the Full Moon. We wait on the snow to snuggle us in and make for winter play.  NO go in the thin layer of white puff that dead grass sticks up through.

 I laughed instead of howled last night with the family fest gathering and the assorted stories that find there way to the shared telling.  Ghostly stories of spirits visitations and odd phenomena held our attention in the late afternoon.  The kids made many ‘ooos and ahha’.  There were several, “Don’t you dare visit me when you die, I’ll be really pissed off.”  Or… “I don’t understand how that can happens.”  or.. “I NEVER want that to happen to me.”

I say, ‘Ya well, get ready for it, and be sure to ask if you can help their discarnate selves cross over, rather than run out the door screaming in terror of something that can’t hurt you.’  

Kids.  So… that got the evening rolling.  

A streak of snow

A streak of snow

GRANDPA’S VISIT

Grandpa Beier stood at the end of my bed

All young and fresh looking, glowing 

with the backdrop of light and figure shadows

A smile spread like the Cheshire

With a wink and a nod of ‘you know me’

Which I did as I quivered with excitement.

 

Mind to mind in the wordless moment

Of ‘Yes, I’m doing fine. It’s beautiful.’

The assurance of Light and life everlasting

Wide eyed with my sit up straight in bed 

Can hardly believe my eyes kinda look.

Realizing a little tear trickled down my cheek

 

He shimmered away taking that grin

And all the light away while I sat there thrilled

Blinking in the wonder of it with the knowing

That Grandpa was doing well and everyone

was behind him shadow dancing their joy

With me looking on as the night took me back in

 

 

 

 

 

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18/12/2012 · 9:48 am

BE-CAUSE YOU CAN


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What do you choose?  Do you choose to expand your heart and compassion to embrace an attitude that allows negativity to have NO hold on you?  Or do you choose to wallow in negative thinking and retribution?  Can you find your way to love and kindness.

Because you can

Because you can

Because you can

We might not have a choice in how an event goes down, nor the physical, emotional, mental impact it might have, and we do have a choice in how we respond.  When all the rage and fear has it’s settle down time, and the eat of the mind on your perception of what IS stops the angry story, what will you choose?  Can you find your way to forgiveness?  Can you imagine that your thoughts feed the world.  What if…. you feed the world all your love and kindness?

Because you can

Because you can

Because you can

Stand in the crowd of your heart wide open

Lift your signs of Peace on Earth and

Heaven yes We’re the Best.

Play John Lennon’s Imagine over and over

to the crowd of hearts next to you

Beating the pulse of life in joyous measure

As the revolt of ‘takin’ it to the streets’

Is to celebrate the end of living in fear.

Take back Joy. Take back Peace.

Take the fear and love it.

Because you can

 

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13/12/2012 · 8:48 am

I REMEMBER YOU…


sippy the coffee … stretch out to the morning.  Feeling lazy and content.   Another blue sky day that deceives warmth and in reality it’s chilly willy out there.  I breathe it all in and let it settle and steep in my body.  Feeling great gratitude for yesterdays quietude and meditation, and for the evening gathering of people at the Interfaith Center sharing and connecting to Spirit.  Words, and ya’ll know how I lovz my words, are inadequate for the stream of goodness and light I hold gently to my heart, sending it back and out to the world.

This is what spills from me in this moment.

BEBZZ

 

Light travels a whisper, a wisp

of breath in spiral chant

no longer a small echo

 

Fills and sends what has

always been here waiting

for hearts to gather voice

 

Sings in the out loud

after the quiet folds you in

Expands the inner light

 

Aglow and no longer wistful

of what isn’t to the what is

In the peaceful call home

 

Content to be here now

without agenda with great intent

centered in the Heart of all

 

A whisper in the speed of light

A spiral chant of Divine breath

of a thousand wisps convergent

 

Knowing you better now

breathing you in wholly

Remembering

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01/12/2012 · 9:32 am

Find a teacher. Teach only Love.


My morning visit to Face book brought me to this article written by David Cain.  I have never heard of him and now I hope to follow his ‘wisdom’ around and see what else he has to say.  I think this article is brilliant.  I invite you all to take a read of it and let it settle into your consciousness.

MY FRIEND BOB AND HIS SWEET GIRL…

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“HOw To Deal With People Who Frustrate You’.   

Essentially, David is saying, in my words.  Imagine all people, and I mean EVERyONe, especially those that bug the living bejesus outta ya, as enlightened beings here to share a lesson and teaching for you.  It simply requires you to be paying attention and getting off your own ‘high horse’ of being right and paying attention to the lesson.  Rather than let a situation and person make your day and moments ugly and negative; shift your attitude by seeing this as a opportunity to take charge of the moment and find goodness in the opportunity of enhancing your goodness for positive change.  What lesson in the moment do you need to ‘Get’?

 

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/how-to-deal-with-people-who-frustrate-you/#PPqDfCP6jhCk8vPO.01

 

This is one of David’s quotes.  mmmm. 

“Only when you convince yourself that you know more than your teacher can you fail to learn.”  DAvid Cain.

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There’s no going back to that old grief

That big hurt I let you give me

It absorbed through all my pores

in the searing anguish of heart break

 

There’s no going back to that 

And why would I? Why wrap myself

In all that fire that took my breath away

Blistered and raw from the inside out

 

We had no love of self with no love to give

Illusive we grieved our flesh together

HOpeful for love’s repent and histories lies

In the sweat and fraught of our joining

 

The difference now is that my heart is healed

Still soft and tender, un-scathed in my forgiving

And  you were the greatest gift of all

In the knowing that giving of self is not to lose self

 

A vulnerable heart is not a weakness

And true love is found in the bliss defined

By the care in my own heart felt wisdom

Vast enough to gather love in all it’s gifts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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