The Twilight Zone


5 may 2019

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   ‘Wisdoms’ come to me in that space of Twilight sleep; where we are not quite awake from dream time, and the liminal space between consciousness and sub-consciousness unwinds.  It is a favored place for me to be, all receptive, out of the conscious minds need to be alert, busy, on stand-by for the day to unfold and take me with it.  Sound familiar?

   In the twilight zone of my manifestation, not the one of Rod Sterlings inventive TV show,  I am all lazy, no where to go, to have Be anything or anyone other than she-who is resting fully in her bed.  It’s a place of timelessness, a place to let the languid ease of waking-up to the new day, move fluidly without constraints, without making life happen in any particular way if anyway at all.

   My receptivity in this twilight spaciousness, brings in a download of wisdoms that ask, with no pressures, no absolutes, for me to consider, maybe take to another level in my awake time.  Sometimes, I have no idea on the how, or the what of what gets shown to me, said to me, asked of me as I swim in this vastness that offers me specifics on the meaning of life and the Universe.  

   It is New Moon time.  The lunar cycle likely enhanced my Twilight zoning, planted a seed for me to love and give nurturance to my wisdom keeping as it fills me this morning.  I welcome it.  I bow to the gift of it.  I let it simmer in my heart, my mind, my body.  It has more to say.

Rest in the twilight

Let the seeds of wisdom come

In the dark Moon’s zone

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IMPOSSIBLE MAGNIFICENCE


30 April 2019

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LIFE FORCE

This last Poem for the month of NaPoWriMo (30 poems in 30 days, of which I completed) is inspired by a Jill Badonsky prompt.  

“ What impossible magnificence do you wish to grow up to be?”

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Magnificences is the healing calm of my breath

With the sure swift shift of fear to peace with my smile

I grow into that knowing, more like a remembrance

Of an ancient time when breath and smiles were the sooth

The gentle balm that floats and flows over us all in joy

A sweet exhale and the glisten of those pearly whites give ease

Give a shivering giggle that is caught on the wind

And is carried on the breath of everyone.

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CIRCLES AND LINES


29 april 2019

circle and lines

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Circles and Lines

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Unity lives in the Circle

A sense of connection

A field of nurturance

Guided by the moment

Living in the what’s real

Held to the rule of flow

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A mandala of prayer

Hand to hand to hand

Heart to heart to heart

Linked together in common

With uncommon ways

finding the Way

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A line stretches out

May move and weave

In it’s lateral expression

It has a plan, an action

An intent to conclusion

Bound in stated process

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Straight goes this Way

Inclusion set to strict modality

A paradigm steeped in rightness

Too long holding the reign

This line needs a new paradigm

Inclusion calls for flow

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And so we go, circles and lInes

Lines and circles in need

Of each other in the paradox

Of how one holds the other

In the differences and sameness

The line runs cold without Circle

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Time, timelessness, yearns

for flow in the Circle glow

Rising together to heal the line

drawn between us for so long

United are we when we circle up

Sovereign each, connected to flow

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cc… jeanne adwani

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IT’S NOT TIME YET


28 April 2019

A pantoum 

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It’s not the time yet for leaving

There is still breath and sight

Still the gathering of thoughts

In the construct of living

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There is still breath and sight

And so much more to share, to say

In the construct of living

In the coming of unbearable loss

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And so much more to share, to say

Heart to heart exchange, a steady beat

In the coming of unbearable loss

When the Infinite has you again 

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Heart to heart exchange, a steady beat

The feel of false permanency rising

When the Infinite has you again

And your soul travels the vast unknown

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The feel of false permanency rising

A surrender of gravitational pull on life

And your soul travels the vast unknown

Having to let go of this mundane living

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A surrender of gravitational pull on life

As the Divine essence of Spirit calls

Having to let go of this mundane living

These pleasure of physical reality releasing

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As the Diving essence of Spirit calls

Still the gathering of thoughts

These pleasures of physical reality releasing

It’s not the time yet for leaving

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~~ cc jeanne adwani

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WHAT WONDER IS THAT?


27 April 2019

ALICE

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Wonder has magic in it 

That mystery of not yet knowing

In the wide eyed, bright eyed

Mischief that lives in the question

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Of Wonder why, wonder how

Wonder when, wonder what

In the living day lights is That

Glitch in the fabric of the Universe

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That shimmering, quivering

Anomaly of patterns you thought

Could not possibly shape shift

Into a new paradigm

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The check list of what is, isn’t

What isn’t, is, and then nothing

You feel into the ‘all fucked-up-ness’

And wonder, what will happen next

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Or is the deceive of your eyes, 

The betrayal of your mind

The crack in your wanting heart

Leading you down Alice’s hole

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There will be dinner with The Rabbit

And that Queen with no Heart

Will march you more deeply into

The fantasy cause she wondered

You into Being

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CC  jeanne adwani

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I Make Waves Not Ripples


26 April 2019

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There is longing in those dark blue pools

When you look this way, the way you did

all those years ago

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The pebble of my leaving still leaves a 

faint ripple ring around your heart

I can feel it come for me

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I am the shore feeling the dark waters

of your heart tap, tap, against my edges

They are caught in the moss of me

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All that moist yearning feeding 

on the green verdancy of my becoming

I no longer swimming in you

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Past the treading of water to catch

all my breath back to myself

You can not pull me under

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Buoyant, diving with the sharks

wrapped in jelly fish and barracuda

your pools are a puddle

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And I breathe under water now

I make waves not ripples

I am the emerald sea

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~  cc… jeanne adwani

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The Way of Words ~ The Birth of Sentences


25 April 2019

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Words drop in like clatter in a tin can

like soft rain that goes torrential

like broken glass on the mind highway

or the random strike of lightening 

hitting the brain’s circuitry 

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A scatter of run-together sentences

and stray explicative punctuations

in blinking flashes across the eyes

there is no grabbing ahold of them

not while they play the strobe dance

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The best is to let some land in the heart

or maybe the womb space for a birthing

that is what they want really

to land in some poetic ordered sense

with a big breathy sob of exclamation

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Once they squeeze out of that canal

all bright and shine and newly ordered

fully alive and ready to live out-loud

it’s the way words are in how they clatter

how they get birthed and sentenced

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cc… jeanne Adwani.

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