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Find Me


15 June 2019,  Saturday.

self expression

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

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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

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Find Me

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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

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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

~

~~ 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

~

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

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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

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They gathered in, the

cumulous clouds

On the burst of Spring rain

In the fickle want of

nature’s gathering

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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

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

snow ponies

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

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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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