Category Archives: a sacred life

WIDE EYED AND WONDERING


14march2020

Rising up with this new day

In the brilliance of a welcoming

In the celebration of breath

Wide eyed and wondering.

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How glorious a morning can be

Knowing the gratitude of living

Feeling life surge in every cell

The tingle of life on our surfaces

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Wide eyed and wondering

How it can be that this dis-ease

Stalks the very air we breathe

Stalks it into great compromise

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Each breath that supports life

Each breath that fills us up

With this morning Sun rise

Grants a facade of well being

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Wide eyed and wondering

Knowing that this glorious

Moment is all there is

Taking it in like a baby’s first

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Breath of innocence filling up

Out of the womb of safety

To the vibrance of daily living

On our own in witness

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Wide eyed and wondering

We face what comes

In all our vulnerability

All our joy and skepticism

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Wondering in the loud and

The quiet of the way life

Delivers us to each breath

Again and again

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Can we keep our hearts

Wide open to receive

Our moments gracious

In gratitude, in accountability

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No matter the deliverance

The gifting, the hard slams

The gentle caresses

The dis-ease that tumbles

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Us all into fears waiting arms

Wide eyed and wondering

Can this new moment

This breath like the very first

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Guide us back to a new day

A fresh horizon waking up

Inviting us to revel in the

Wonder, the magic, the innocence

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Of a new day rising

Seeing with eyes from our heart

Wide open and wondering

How can we serve All this in love

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CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS


25 Dec 2019

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In the rising breath of the still dark morning

Geese and swans give their constant call

On the lake that moves under the crystalline freeze

To the call of winter’s longing to know silence

Longing to deepen, to let rest that which needs

These cold quiet times to sleep in

~

Sitting here in the comfort of warmth

In the sparkle of lights scattered around the lake

Listening, feeling, seeing the thin line of coral sky

Break open the day as the languid Sun ascends

Waking the Christmas morning

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This declared Holy day gives celebration

To a consciousness born from the Womb of

The Divine feminine, Mary, mother of Christ

Birthing compassion, care, tenderness, kindness.

Birthing a Light to awaken Love, only Love

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From the humble heart that speaks softly

An ever present voice that calls you to remember

This Christ consciousness is birthed in you

From the Great Mother’s deep dark womb

It is a gift of magic. An innocent, pure gift of love

~

The breath of this still morning brings it’s light

Geese and swans continue their morning ritual

The crystalline lake opens a water way

And Winter takes slow to settle into the land

And in my longing, I rest in the knowing

That love, compassion, tenderness and kindness

Make Life a sacrament to living

 

cc jeanne adwani

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Autumn Mabon


23 SEPT 2019

Ode to Autumn

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She makes a moist entrance

Still feeling the Summer green of herself

with blooms filling her senses 

And harvest already giving to be received

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She is a little care-less, a little nonchalant 

in the how soon of spicing us up in russets 

And golds, in the heart of her fire reds

and the becoming orange of green not

yet ready.

~

She will become a stellar show of her season 

of radiant bliss in the ever ongoing cycle 

of her presenting vivid aliveness

She returns unattended 

She is a follower after all.

~

Sister Summer begs her to stay 

in the green and blooms

Asking for her to wait a little

longer in the predictability of her

coming around again dressed to kill

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The renegade in her thinks to hold

the season at bay from the request

of her beloved SisterGreen and Light

Letting the heat and rains linger

In the verdancy and lusciousness

~

And then…the inevitable rises in her

She asks the Sun to take his distance

And the trees to make way for quietude

in their letting go of summer days

She invites in the glory of the harvest 

~

The sweet crunch of apples.

The rake of Summer’s release

The cool winds rising from the north

And the hungry want of Winter’s breath

Nipping at wings to to fly south

~

Falling into the  quietude of regeneration 

to rise again in the inevitable cycle of 

Birth, Death, Life in patterns repeat

Calling you to surrender, let go, release

Deepen into the peace of silence

~

~

copyright jeanne adwani

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Find Me


15 June 2019,  Saturday.

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Find Me

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Let all the self of you be known

Be seen as the oracle of your soul

Make your wander into the Grail 

  that is your heart filling  

Celebrate your sovereignty

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Find me

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In-Flame my heart

Clear all thoughts away 

   with your body

Pour all your self into my womb

Celebrate my sovereignty

~

Find me

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Wholly Holy Whole are we

Born of the same breath

Filled with the living waters

  of the heart

Bone to muscle, to skin on skin

Flames that fire the force of Spirit

Sovereign Being’s searching

~

Find Me

~

jeanne adwani.. cc. 

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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

~

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

~

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 

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

~~ 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

~

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

~

cc… jeanne Adwani.

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To Mary Oliver


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WORDS

The wind and trees

Stones, and rivers.

A silent path through

woods and meadow green

Snow speaking to your

tongue

~

Words gathered on that breeze,

In the whisper of the river over rock

In the song of the birds

  on the oak and pine

On the snowflakes yearning

~

They gathered in, the

cumulous clouds

On the burst of Spring rain

In the fickle want of

nature’s gathering

~

They  found you,

open and willing

A creature tuned in to

How a fence knows a crow

How leaves know their autumn’

How a coat wears the wind

How a murmur rides a wave

How moss invites nakedness

~

Words found you

In roots and crust of bark

In the swirl of grass caught

with the wind

On the tongue of the butterfly

In the coupling of Sun to Earth

In the face of the shimmering Moon

~

There was no where Mother Nature

   did not hold you as a sacred being

Held in her loving caress

You honored the gifts and rages of

Her giving.

She told you everything

Held back nothing

She cradled you in her arms chanting

And you spoke her wisdom

~

Thank you Mary Oliver.

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Night laid herself down


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Night swallowed up all the shiny blue

It swallowed up the deep grey gloom   

It swallowed up difference and likenesses

It swallowed lit corners and ate

shadows.

~

Night swallowed up the tired and depleted

the lonely and forgotten

Night swallowed up all the joys

and gratitudes, the platitudes, and honors

tucking them in for a Sunny return

~

Night came to give rest to the light

To quiet the busy mind

To give replenishment for the long day

To lay down the dreams

of possibilities

of hope,

of making better.

~

Ending the worst for a new chance

Dreams of Love and beauty that will find light

in the new day.

Herald a new Alchemy for tomorrow.

~

And maybe

Night came to have no dreams at all

save for the tender dive

into the want of nothingness

to forget regrets and disappointments

to simply fall deep down the path

of sleep.

~

Night laid Herself down

 

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23 Dec. 2017

Todays blog includes a friend/author of mine, with the pseudo name, A.M. Salt.  We will be sharing my blog for the next month or so.  Enjoy our different styles, our different ways we find ourselves calling up the words that feel like they need saying.

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WHAT WE IMAGED

EMPTY PRESENCE

Vast is the presence of the infinite
Empty in the unknown
Spacious beyond comprehension

Waiting for a message
Fingertips poised for the tap
The mundane gathers the call

Waiting for the whisper of a gift
Feeling the sureness of words
That the cosmos will deliver

Hard is the buzz of the amour stink bug
In the immediacy of the invite
Hidden in the folds of the curtains

The winged buzz threatens a landing
Breaking into Empty presence
A thief of the silent waiting.

Hands and arms flapping it away
Utterances of unkindnesses
Knowing the creepy feel of that crawl

The awareness now seeks to awaken
This traveler that meets the intrusion
with resistance and a curse

What say you armored bug?
Gift me with your presences
Share the vastness of this Now

I give you freedom in winter chill
As the last bit of life of you
Speaks to the One Heart

In the Empty presence of
The vastness that is in All
Wisdom is in everything

Jeanne Adwani

* * * * * * * *

If I ever forget
the trout that rose
behind the biggest stone
in the middle of the stream
near Whitefish
the year that just my Mother and I
went to fish camp

Remind me, would you?

Its snout surfaced
to take a Blue Olive
drifted just so over the top of the rock
and spilled into the eddying pool.
Remind me how the orange maples’
reflection shone on its back.

A.M. Salt

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THE NARROWS


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Skookumchuck Narrows before the tide came in on a full moon night

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SKOOKUMCHUCK NARROWS, BC.   2005  The tide came in.

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I take the Narrow’s tempestuousness slit

My boat lost to a long ago of well being

The full moon calls the Sea to give rise to the tide

She pulls its out to bring it in

What comes  in greets what is going out

a violent swirl, a vortex of pull and funneled force

A ride like wild mustangs in a fevered run

Holding on as if life means everything

And everything means nothing

but to ride out the tide

~

I take the Narrows on this full moon night

For want to imagine this journey of all journeys

Will gather  me in under the luminous night orb

Drown me to make me wholy and awakened

to rise out of the depths of my ending

Washed clean. left naked, pulling in air

before my lungs explode in defeat

Dreaming of the gills that let me swim

before this time of living knew that limitation.

~

I took the Narrows to an ending

Finding the breath of a new beginning

Waiting for the next unfolding.

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