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Stewardship and a way to W’Holiness


Day #2… http://www.NapowriMo.net

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There is no ownership with lives and life as we engage them
What lives in breath and light seeks our stewardship
Not the embrace of arms and minds that contract freedom
Restrict the essence of life unfolding as it will

In healthy boundaries laid in equal portion
We find the sweet pulse of hearts uniting
Of cellular memories reminding us of who we are
Of who we have always been when flesh and bone are nothing

More than the earth we mix with rain and sun
In the flourish of life everlasting beyond what is imagined
In the being here for this Earthly moment in a turning Galaxy
Of a landscape of Infinite proportion dancing in the star gaze

How do we own anything when we are already everything?
Stewarding our way for some goodness on this Earthly path
Inhaling each other as we pass in silence in a foreign moment
And you are inside me giving me life with out knowing you

I bow to you that gives me your air for my life in our recycling
There is no way to own you only to steward our journey together
Arms open, mind open, heart open for freedoms sake
In your essence I find mine and may we unfold

In this illusion together pure and W’holy as is the way of Spirit

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A Fools JUMP… a pantoum


Hello and welcome to day #1 of Poetry month.  The whole month of April is about poetry.  All my days are about poetry in some form or another.  For the next 29 days I will be writing a poem each day gathering my prompts this time around form the Tarot card archetypes.  As some of you know, I’ve done this many times before.  I love being pulled back into the process.  Here is a website for this experience should you be so inclined to want more.  www.napowrimo.net.  My blog is among the many.

Also, I have a new blog that I am writing  in my local Crazy Wisdom Journal.  Here is that link… https://crazywisdomjournal.squarespace.com/blog/2014/3/31/fooling-around

Always love having feedback and comments.

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A Fools Pantoum.

There is no foolishness wasted
A fearless jump into life with eyes open
With a heart’s willingness to allow
Love is spacious in its giving

A fearless jump into life with eyes open
That first step off from the being told not to
Love is spacious in its giving
Not held to the restriction of limitations

That first step off from the being told not to
This was not a frivolous fool’s dare
Not held to the restriction of limitations
A magnificent surrender to the known unknown

This was not a frivolous Fool’s dare
Giving up everything to have everything
A magnificent surrender to the known unknown
Life’s jump does not make for reckless abandon

Giving up everything to have everything
The Fool has the Holy Grail filling and flowing always
Life’s jump does not make for reckless abandon
Love and life is fully embraced in the free fall

The Fool has the Holy Grail filling and flowing always
With a hearts willingness to allow
Love and life is fully embraced in the free fall
There is no foolishness wasted

 

 

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Something is coming your way…


 

This may be my longest lapse of time in writing here.  I have been writing.  I was invited to be the writer for my own blog in my local www.CrazyWisdomJournal.com that has just become an online journal.  It’s to be launch this weekend and I have been busy working on what in the world I was gonna share so that I can be part of the launch.   There is lots to do to get it the way I imagine and dream it into being so that it fits with how Crazy Wisdom and I will work together.  It’s VERY exciting, and a great opportunity.   It will unfold and grow.

 

They asked me to write an inspiration blog once a week using my metaphysical insights and tools, i.e. Tarot card, Numerology, Elementals, Astrology, Palmistry.  I have studied these sciences for decades, teaching and using them as inspirations,  ways into experiencing and exploring a spiritual life, and most importantly, getting in touch with your wisdom that is connected to Divine Wisdom that is very self empowering.

 

Once they launch it all I will share that with you and you can take a look see.  I would be honored to have you read it and give me feedback, as well as see what Ann Arbors alternative community has to offer.

Actually, I would really appreciate if you have any ideas on what an inspirational blog might be for you using Tarot cards, Astrology, Numbers.  Would you like a little weekly tarot reading that asks question and the cards give possibilities?  Would you like to learn how to find your life/soul number and what that might mean?  What Inspires YOU?

 

It is still important to be here and to have my poetry.  Maybe not so often, I don’t know that yet.  Poetry is my big love.

 

Will you dance with me on the still moss

Naked feet feeling the earth green

Under a canopy of branches and leaves

Inhaling the day as it surrenders itself

to the brilliance of Summers call

 

There is forest everywhere in that imagining

Still steep in the Winter’s best shade of white

Ice and bitter cold yet to give way to a new season

with seed and root quivering below the surface

Who is more anxious for that sprout to push through

 

I think it me wanting it most in the shiver

of this freeze that grips the land in slow motion

because the move to fast lays it danger everywhere

There is a slip and fall waiting on that quiet ice

that knows no soft moss for the naked feet.

 

And only the skeleton of branches reach

for the blue sky that holds the lie of the Sun

With it blaze of light that holds no warmth

I’ll take that light over no light at all

Shivering till the green rises again because it will

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A hallow in the forest.


I was remembering a place I lived where five pines were set in the pattern of a pentagram, a star.  When I stood in the center of these woods, the center of this pentagram, I felt the awareness of some magic unspoken yet given without any asking.  Now, I let my imagination take me there in the honor of what remains and is yet to unfold.

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There’s a hallow in the woods

Of white pines and needles

Of sticky sap and cones

Made for quiet in the ritual

of how the nature of things

needs the sacred prayer inside and out

 

The way in is not made difficult

No treachery found on this path

Of this forest that shelters her creatures

Beneath the moss to the steepled branches

All hailed up to heaven in winged flight

 

Take in the inhale in the imagine of trees

Not all have the woods to retreat to

In the minds eye any Path can be made

To the vast anywhere, in the anytime of it.

Made sacred for the intent holy in the hallows

 

Be contemplative from the hearts call

In the meditative center of how green and sky

Bark and twig messages you to the center

In the ritual of how the nature of nature

needs your prayers inside and out for healing

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Winter Wants The Mitten


More snow.  More cold.  More snow.  More cold.

 

WHAT WE IMAGED

WHAT WE IMAGED

Winter wants the Mitten

The Lower grabs the Upper

Pulls the weight of white starflakes

In perfect form down heavy to palm

 

The best to do is to roll to the center

A tight ball of the white chill

Fight it all out till the end

Lay your angel down in

 

Extended sweeps of arms

And legs, prostrate to the heavens

Better to pray for world peace

Than the hope of Winter’s end

 

There’s more than any of us need

In the slip and slide to where you

Want to go if you can get there

In the silence of the black and white

 

Winter wants the Mitten hard

Like I said.  best to roll to the center

Lay your angel down and pray

for Spring

 

 

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RESISTANCE


A prompt for the day from Laurie Wagner’s 27 days.  It is from an interview of hers with her friend Lisa Jones, author of the award-winning novel, Broken: a Love Story, a tale about Stanford Addison, a Northern Arapaho horse whisperer on the Wind River reservation in Wyoming.

Lisa speaks to the resistance that happens in the writing process.  As I imagine/see it, it can be resistance to any creative discipline.  It can simply be about being resistant to anything you desire to accomplish.  That resistance that happens when you wish to get something done, and avoidance rises up and chokes away any hope of getting to what you were on the edge of doing.

I let the feeling/thoughts of my own resistance sit with me this morning to see what words might roll and flow out of me.  This is what happened.

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A Pantoum about Resistance

 

I went to bed and woke up with resistance

There is little wonder of its insidious creep

It gets too much emotional time out of me

It is a fear that keeps me from the best of myself

 

There is little wonder of its insidious creep

The stop and go of resistance catches the breath

It is a fear that keeps me from the best of myself

There is an irresistible negative self fulfillment in it

 

The stop and go of resistance catches the breath

The very act of resisting it claws away at me

There is an irresistible negative self fulfillment in it

The only way out is letting it in in the do it anyway

 

The very act of resisting it claws away at me

I’m bleeding from the lash of resisting it or not

The only way out is letting it in in the do it anyway

The day can have me doing it scared or not

 

I’m bleeding from the lash of resisting it or not

It gets too much emotional time out of me

The day can have me doing it scared or not

I went to bed and woke up with resistance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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‘Outta Here’ prompt #1


I joined a little group for 27 days of prompts.  This is the first prompt (in green) .  The poem below it is where it all took me.  It isn’t where I thought it would go and I let be.

“  Outta Here…

You know that feeling when you’re driving and you realize, My god, if I keep going, if I pass my own exit, I’ll be in Mexico by morning. They won’t even know I’m gone – it’ll take hours before anyone starts asking questions. New life, bring cash, get an apartment, better yet, a cottage behind someone’s house, keep a low profile, make up a new name, start over, begin again. Go. Write. Get off at the next exit. Where does your new life take you?”

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Outta here…

 

Outta here is a familiar road traveled

It’s been a run away that wasn’t always

Isn’t always about asphalt or some degraded

Back road lead by a compass to no-where-in particular

 

Outta here runs the emotional gambit

To an overwhelm that rises up and gasps

And grasps at the air for some leverage

How do you hold on to your breath and live?

 

Outta here leaves hurt hearts and confusion

A trip no one welcomes when the face of reality

Begs for clarity and a wonder of what wasn’t

Enough in the conversation that didn’t happen.

 

Outta here might allude to some sunny sky

And the wind catching in your hair just right

Or maybe the scenery makes no demands

Other than to consume it with your eyes

 

Outta here from where the starting place

Clawed for the ‘gotta get outta here right now’

With a slammed door or worse a silent exit

Has a short life of breeze and ease

 

Sooner or later the destination comes

And Outta Here is right here where you are

Where you’ve always been with yourself

And you didn’t get anywhere far or fast

 

Only a little while of false freedom

Cause you’re never free till your heart

Gives it truth and the Outta Here is

Always really about going In Here deep

 

Where you really wanted to go

And got all scared and worried

Imagining that the only way in was out

When the only way Outta here is In.

 

 

 

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Winter silence… haiku


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Flakes fall soft in breeze

Slow to find a place to rest

Winter loves his chill

 

Winter loves his chill

Let’s the Sun give His deceit

Blue and gloom collide

 

Blue and gloom collide

Chasing each other in season

Sharing the same sky

 

Sharing the same sky

Winter needs his gloom and blue

Keeps to silent rest

 

Keeps to silent rest

Deep in Earth renewal waits

Flakes fall soft in breeze

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Crystalline Bubbles in the Deep Freeze


 

IMG_3474The Winter Polar Vortex of Freezing bitter cold lays itself all over this land.  -35F.  The Sun rises in his betrayal happy to greet the day.  It is a betrayal I welcome for the blue that takes away the stark gloom of the blizzard.  The oxymoron of a frigid, Sunny day is this seasons delight.  The austerity is part of the ritual pattern.  I wanted to be creative since I had decided that I was going NO where in this brutal cold.  It was hard to know the length of the hold this freeze would have so this is what I did;

I made a soapy sauce for making bubbles to blow in this deep freeze, from dish soap, water, and a Tbl of maple syrup.   I made a  ‘wand’ from a two cheap bracelets found at World Market that I bent and plied together.  I wanted to see if the bubbles would crystalize when they hit the Arctic air.   I saw this process on FaceBook. Yes, FaceBook.  So many wonders and horrors can be found there.

It was irresistible.   I had to do it.  I have many pictures taken from my IPhone of the results of my Bubble making experience, going out in the frigid and trying to be quick to blow the bubble before it froze in the wand.  I had varied success.  Some of my photos are beautiful.  Really spectacular.  I could write a poem about all of them.  Maybe I will.  What a little book it would make.

I have shared a couple of these photos with you.  They are as they were photographed. I am amazed at the magic of them.  Please feel free to share them.  ANd… I invite you to try it yourself.

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Bubble Haiku

From hot breath blows cold

Crystalline orbs float freely

Bubbles greet the freeze

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“She’s tossing ice cubes in my fire”


“Cold wicked breath snaking around the house looking for a place to squeeze in and whisper something chilling to my soul. She takes me off guard sometimes, but I wait and fend her off with some good old fashioned heat saved up from my soul stoking it’s self. She is tossing Ice cubes in my fire.  She’s got nothing.”   Lynn Antisdel.

Thanks Lynn.  Love this.  These are such provocative images.  I am compelled to steal a line or two: make some piece of these images mine.

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Breath to me is a spiritual practice.  I don’t think of it as wicked. Tho, when I read these lines of Lynn’s, I get it.

I am provoked to imagine whose breath that might be that would sabotage the soul’s warmth. Where did come from?  And really, was it my breath that exhaled a moment of fear and insecurity that tried “to squeeze in and whisper something chilling to my soul”?  Taking me off guard from my center of love and joy.  From the center heat of me that knows the illusion and illusiveness of my fearful saboteurs that I let sneak in with an inhale and an extended exhale.

And it is within my practice of conscious breathing into each  moment that I give awareness to my ‘center’,  my soul, that place of peace and well being that reminds me the moment is exactly right and I am perfect in it.  Letting ‘some good old fashioned heat saved up from my soul stoking it’s self” to remember that.   Giving Care to my Soul with my breath and the heat of each moment being filled with creation and possibilities.

And here is where I will ‘steal’ the last lines.

 

She is tossing ice cubes in my fire

Melting herself into a puddle

Having given her breath away

Her remains goes back to the sea

To swim again deep and try again

To find her breath she will need to surface

Raise her head and heart to the Sun

Tread the water’s till she finds her wholeness

Cause right now… ‘she’s got nothing’.

She forgot she has everything.

 

 

 

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