Monthly Archives: June 2013

a way of living easy


night time path at The Clearing

There’s a way

The direction doesn’t matter

While the heart takes the steps

Pulsing with the beat of the land

on that worn footpath not noticed

 

With all those wild earthy scents

and the way the breeze caresses

bare skin in the pause and glance

to the cloud dance over the Sun.

 

Shadows and light loving on each other

grateful for the need to breathe in the shade

when moments shift on The way like they do

 

When the heart path skips a beat in the knowing

That this is the right way all a long living easy.

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when the storm comes


Stormy-sea

How hard it rains outside from the clouds

split wide open

The gutted sky spills the torrent of storm

no longer containable

No quiet in the thunder with all those jags

of brilliance

Making hard shadows in the corners

of hopeful shelter

 

How hard is it on the inside waiting to let go

for the split to come

Gutting old yesterdays to spill out from

the shadows

When the thunder must come in the brilliant

jags of Light

And the hard shadows soften and there is

no more hiding

 

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BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE


Resting back in the Center of me.

Settling into my breath

Letting the wholeness fill me up

The Universe is unfolding

PATH TO GALAXY

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History makes her weaving ways into my present.

Suckles on my fears and weakness.

I have rocked this baby before.

I can’t drowned her, or smother her

I can’t shake the pictures out of her head

 

I remove her from her cradle of lies

I raise her to the Sun and Moon

in an ‘All Hail great Universe’

lay her on a bed of mossy green

under the bluest sky there ever is

and chant her stories of beauty and grace

of life that has no death and love that knows

no darkness in the forever after.

 

I let her suckle on the breath of love

In a world of kindness and joy

I sing her to sleep in the dream

scape of infinite possibilities of

great goodness made manifest.

I remind her that there is only Love

in the eternal Oneness of Spirit

 

She is her own spirit

on a human path

finding her moments

 

 

 

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SUMMER SOLSTICE


Happy Summer Solstice.

POPPIES AT MERTHA'S CABIN

The longest Day of light and the shortest night.

The cycle, the pattern of information that this invites.

The way the days expand with sunlight  and the night

gives way to  this increase of light with little sleep

in the dance with the moon and stars.

 

There is a little lament in the tomorrow, when

the days begin to shortening a little at a time.

And moon and sun seek their equality in this

sky that lays itself over my world over my time.

And for today, this first day of summer

with it’s call to blooms and warm social nights

finds us here in this hemisphere of a long

long day and night that

sleeps for just a little while.

 

 

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the getting easier in the getting older


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In the ‘getting easier’ in the growing older

In the way the mind gives to forgetting

In the aches that rise from how the body

gets used over time and over time again

 

In how the ‘getting easier’ in the growing older

seeks to melt away old history settled deep

In the melancholy of remembering the forgettable

In the roll in and out of what comes in uninvited

 

In how the ‘getting easier’ in the growing older

Gives no permission in the insistence of the past

On that old landscape that needs to be plowed up

Turned over and sowed with wild seed every day

 

In the ‘getting easier’ in the growing older

count on any and all attachments to make it harder

In those places that still need forgiving

In the aches that formed from betrayals

 

There is no ‘getting easier in the growing older

In the hold on, hope to, maybe this time histrionics

that eats at your joy and caresses your lonely

In the hold over of what needs ending and sending off

 

what needs ending and sending off

for the ‘easier’ to not be so hard?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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remembering what needed remembering


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The path home is so unlike the path through the trees

and ferns, the intense voice of green calling up

all and every bit of lush and bloom. Up and

out for Spring’s few weeks of rising in her

Northern exposure.

 

The last of the trillium bent down to give

her final breath to earth till her next year.

While the poppies make a field of orange

and purple heads up to seek the sun

in it’s path across the northern sky.

 

I made words to stories of childhood amidst

the quiet of this place of Clearing and creating.

Feeling the spaciousness beneath forest wild

with the dappled blue of sky and the floor of

hungry life rising green for the carpet

 

Childhood didn’t know this place.  I held her

hand as we walked the paths, sat together

in an arbor of green, inhaled the wonders

of how those days brought us to these days

We remembered what needed remembering.

 

 

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the way it was when it was someone else’s way it was


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Beat’s and rhythms, all those places

All those places in the changing structure

Of the places I’ve been in the steady

heart beat of that steady heart beat

that kept me alive through some of

those suspicious places structured

to drive my baby girl self away

from myself.

 

They were not my stories

 

Other people’s stories playing out

in those moving places that left

the structure of things haphazard

aches, Those kind of aches that belonged

to someone else that melted like

glaziers in the pretty blue of a sky

falling, falling beneath the deep.

Other people’s stories drowning

us all in their forever after

 

They were not my stories

 

Blame it on the way it was

In circumstances bereft with

hearts that gathered in another

‘way it was’ to a beat and rhythm

at another place under another

roof in another time dragged to

wretch my time, in that place of home

haunted by someone else’s history

 

My history was yet to be made

 

What child wins on someone else’s way

to being the self imposed on by other?

In the seething quiet of life hidden

in that failed structured place

of make believe going down the path

of a discarnate truth that gets to

play out all that shit again in some

someday to come in that poorly laid

structured place called home

 

I am not my history

 

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