Category Archives: DEATH

Loss Must Have All Our Tears… a pantoum


day 26…

  I dedicate this to Janine.  Sending her love and hope in this time of great sadness.

Is it a call to the ever-lasting?

Has chaos laid its final hand upon us?

Fragile are we in our unfolding from life to death

The earth body has it limitations to release the bound soul

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Has chaos laid its final hand upon us?

There is no knowing when you will be taken or how

The earth body has it limitations to release the bound soul

And in our grief we remember the celebration of a life well lived

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There is no knowing when you will be taken or how

Can we greet death by living to our highest and greatest good?

And in our grief we remember the celebration of a life well lived

Filling up on the gifts that love has generously given

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Can we greet death by living to our highest and greatest good?

The Universe brings infinite vastness into our souls

Filling up on the gifts that loves has generously given

When remembrance is what holds us to what was

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The Universe brings infinite vastness into our souls

There is no telling when we will be called into the light and dark of it

When remembrance is what holds us to what was

And loss must have all our tears.

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There is no telling when we will be called into the Light and Dark of it

Fragile are we in our unfolding from life to death

And loss must have all our tears.

Is it a call to the ever-lasting?

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WHY? and WHEN


Scmy hand and the heart #3little

Why would I read how she poured gas over her child

set her on fire

When I can sink myself in my soft couch and let

the morning sun rise on me.

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Why would I follow the photos of decimated war torn

villages of weeping mothers and children

When I can take my little dog for a walk in my neighborhood

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Why would I tune in to the fearful news of death and

destruction on the TV

When I can write a poem of love.

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Why would I listen to the promises of equality and

fairness by Politician

When I can go out into my community and feed

the hungry.

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Why allow the endless vile cruelty of the very few

consume my attention

When I can choose to live a life of kindness and care.

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Why let impatience rule my moments

When finding patience finds it’s way to resolutions

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Why not look to a sunset, a laughing child,

a happy puppy, the face of a loved one?

Why not hold sacred the wonder of breathing

and the heart beating?

Why not Be the being that makes a difference

in how this day unfolds and the next one after that?

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Why Why Why Be less than, when you have always

been more than you ever dreamed yourself into being.

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When will you tune out the fear?

When will you awaken to the best of you?

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I Am Convinced.


day 27… napowrimo

MAP FACE

 

I am convinced we are all like trees and grass
Sky and Sun, Moon and stars, rain and snow
Growing strong and burying our roots deep
Rising to greet the sun in a verdancy of excitement
Dreaming dreams in the vast blue beyond the
Midnight infinite sparkle and super nova
Cycling like the moon in the moody pattern
that keeps calling us to let our seasons winter
And summer, spring and fall, in their rest,
in their exuberance, their spice, their budding.
Do we not know all this birthing, living, and dying?
Re-birthing like the trees and grass, the sky and sun,
The moon and stars, in the rain and snow.
Rotating around in a Milky Way of togetherness
Never ceasing, alway cycling, leaving patterns,
re-creating, re-storing, giving back, taking away
In the ever after, ever more of me and you and us
Doing the same thing, here, there, far away and near
Rooting, budding, greening, living, flowering, dying
In the back to the earth it all goes and we start all
over again, and again, and again
What will convince you that you are One with All this?

 

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Fourteen January, Two Thousand and fourteen… a pantoum.


hair as milky way

My own little Milky Way… Infinite Spaciousness.

This day begins my New Year.

How will you make way for more spaciousness in your Life?

This days numerology adds up to 13, which in tarot cards is the Death card.  No need to quiver and shake over that cause what it means is that it is a year of endings, letting go, surrendering, making space, Transformation.  There is renewal in the Death card.  There is a giving back to the Earth, there is a burn away for the Phoenix to rise, a giving up to the great wide sea of life to be taken away by the moving tides for refreshing, there is an inhale that gives way to an exhale, and does that all over again as the winds of change clear the air, to give way to a more expansive view.  Letting in More Spaciousness.  All the elements converge as the scythe comes to clear away what needs clearing.

I choose  Spaciousness this year to dedicate myself to.  I do that some years; give myself to a word that evokes a feeling, and opportunity, a little magic in the pot of my life to get stirred up and danced with.

Spaciousness: I like how those three syllables roll off my tongue and the imagining of all that vastness I surrender myself up to.  Getting rid of ‘stuff’, body, mind and spiritually for that spaciousness to Be.   Feeling my heart expand for more space to be loved and give love.   More space to move around in.  More space to feel the Oneness of us all.  The connection of Heaven and EArth and All that IS.

 

Making spacious the heart and mind’s reception

The mind has a way of containing great wonder

Give way to the Heart’s quiet voice speaking

Let the Story told be one of love’s tender choice

 

The mind has a way of containing great wonder

What use is the bound box in the withholding

Let the story told be one of love’s tender choice

Release the confines of negative thinking

 

What use is the bound box in the withholding

Held silent and secret in cloistered thought

Release the confines of negative thinking

Make way for a story that speaks to an expansive life

 

Held silent and secret in cloistered thought

Give way to the Heart’s quiet voice speaking

Make way for a story that speaks to an expansive life

Making spacious the heart and mind’s reception.

 

 

 

 

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Old Journals and the-way-back-then in the Now


I remember the decades ago of writing every bit of angst that drooled out of me, in journals that I have long since lost.  There is a part of me that would like to see what held me to all that youthful drive and desire of those yesterdays in the way back then.   Handwritten reams of strung together words that laid my life out on paper.  Back then, I didn’t share my journals.  Private, only for my eyes to reread, if I would have ever bothered to.  It was in the process of letting it all roll out on paper, getting IT all out of me in a spew of feelings that found writing a way in and a way out of my life.

This Year finds it closure soon.  A time that reminisce finds a place to linger and gives rise to what has gone before.  Much of that for me, will lay in the corners of what has been written for my eyes only, in the un-shareable stories that I will likely not read ever again;  Tho’ I will ruminate in the heart of them; in the birth, death, life of them, in the joy, sorrow, laughter and tears of them.

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There is no new year only new moments

pressed together one after the other after the other

In moon shine and sunlight, of darkness in the

Light of  all that has been seen as it rolls through and

around in the cycle of life, in the living of the moment

 

Gone are ‘The Days’ left for the stories to be told

In the history of what was and now is not

What was may have its linger only to hold

The past in some compartment stowaway

For what reason can only be told by the storyteller

 

Oh how well we hold to the story of a life as it’s been

And a life that might be to forget what IS

In each moment that gives of it’s self again and again

And all that Sunlight and Moonshine, and days

And more days to live this life till the breath of us leaves

And what matters on that last exhale is Love and peace

 

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The shimmering of “The Veil”


All Hallows Eve.  INFA SUN

 

The veil

thin now between the worlds.

Only in the far periphery can you

catch the shimmer and twilight pulse

right at edge of you shoulder

Like a heart beat yearning to know

what might beat on the other side

 

There is the smell of moss and metal

a tingle to the inhale a shiver sent

in understanding of this shift to see

what hides in the shadows and contour

in the mingle of light and dark that

calls to you in whispered repeat

 

It is a step in from anywhere in the believing

A jump in from any direction finds what

was and is yet to be waiting for you to remember

This life gave you to the forgotten of what lays

beyond yet right here before you in the every after

These days … These day now when

 

The veil

so thin and delicate asks for your remembering

Give her silence to you completely to hear

A prayer that murmurs a love song in the cradle

of your forever after just over there, right here now

Are you listening?  Dare you believe your eternity waits?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Into the Labyrinth


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I walked the Labyrinth under

the blaze of the Arizona sun

Walked it in sacred ritual

Some of the ash of their bodies

I took and tapped them on my flesh

over my heart.  My loved Ones

I tap…tap.. tap their ash

Rubbed them in a clockwise circle

imagining

The mix of their ash and my flesh

all pale grey with small bits of bone

I push the chards hard in to feel

seeping into my skin,

seeping into my heart

 

Pinches of them in each turn

I give to the desert dry circle

like puffs of smoke caught

in the heat  of a frail breeze

carried north to heaven

in the mingle of desert and stone

A prayer to their return back to

where we all came from beyond the

biblical ash of some said Gensis

told for the story of Adam and Eve

So much more vast in the dark

heavenly light of Creation unfolding.

 

I give a prayer in each turn

in the sprinkle of the surety

of our meeting again in the forever

As souls will do in the Infinite

Limitless connection of Oneness

Remember now my love in the

everlasting when I recognize you

both again as we mingle in the

heavens

 

 

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