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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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FRIENDS WITH YOUR DEVIL


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Devils sleep in your dream bed

They mostly abide in Story’s head

Around and around the tale does go

When they tempt and tease at life’s flow

Avoid the under tow

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Waking, you wonder the truth of it all

These dreams of said devils, an angel’s fall

Once pure and white, at heaven’s pearly gate

To Hades tis said you go in flames and wait

You can break that date

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Depends where beliefs fill your minds

Depends where fear holds and abides

Depends if these devils have a hold on you

Peel fear away and you get to choose

Don’t be misused

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There is no telling you what to believe

When we all want to live, love, and receive

Seven Billion strong on a floating orb

Where power and greed hunger for more

Have love at your core

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“Devil be gone” a cry from within

You believe you deserve punishment for sin

Love has not left you, you are Spirit’s child

Awaken to Love you are not exiled

Sit with peace awhile

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SOFT PRESENCE


day 14… prompt from NaPoWriMo…   a ‘san san’ . a san san is a 7 line poem that repeats 3 different images and has a rhyme pattern that goes like this.  a,b,c,b,d,c,d.  New to me.  and here it goes.

nude sleeping

You are here in your soft presence.

Even in the angles and edges of you

There is comfort in how your curves find me

I settle in to the soft presence of what you do

Angles and edges are puzzle pieces that fit mine

Curves that silken what my touch sees

We become one of a magical kind

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To A Stony Beach


Glen Arbor Beach

Glen Arbor Beach

Into the quiet calm blue sky

Breeze a whisper tap

to what clings to sand and stone

Clear lake gives licks

to the stony beach in soft repeat

Sun gives all his heat for Spring rising

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There is no hurry in this day

Only the call to ease and breath

In the slow sink of steps along the shore

Eyes called to the stony hope of treasure

And the shimmer lake smells of winter’s retreat

A distant buoy rings it’s caution

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Too far away for the care of this wander

Seeking stony fortune a pirate’s quest

A dazzle of gold, a ring of emerald

A chalice, a charm, a chest of stolen bounty

when now, a stone will do, an empty shell

a bit of washed to smooth wood.

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A wanderer, a pirate, a youth remembered

Into the quiet calm blue sky

With no hurry to the day

Far away from the careless

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GIVING PAUSE… a pantoum


This pantoum poem is from a prompt from Christine, The Abbess of  www.Abbeyofthearts.com .  The prompt is: A reflective question:  Where do you find space for silence and solitude so that you can listen to whisperings within?

Those of  you that visit my poetry blog have probably noticed I have a ‘thing’ for pantoums.  There is this magic that happens for me when I write them.  I don’t know where each line will pull me in the repeat, and then I get to return to where I started from in the end.  I don’t edit much, if at all.  They are kinda what just happens for me in the journey of them.  Again, that’s how I find some magic and revealing of something a little deeper for myself.

Anyway… I hope you enjoy this one.

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GIVING PAUSE

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Silent whispers pause yearning to be heard

In the Down beat, in the up beat, in the heart beat

Wrapped in quietude there is wait for the soft voice

Settling, slowing, allowing the deep listening

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In the down beat, in the up beat, in the heart beat

That silence  between beat and pause glistens

Settling, slowing, allowing the deep listening

The now in the forever after always waits

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That silence between beat and pause glistens

There is radiance in the soft voice of the heart

The now in the forever after always waits

You continue to be the One Spirit is waiting for

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There is radiance in the soft voice of the heart

A pause for breath’s chance to deepen the attention

You continue to be the One Spirit is waiting for

What better time can there ever be than right now

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A pause for breath’s chance to deepen the attention

Wrapped in quietude there is wait for the soft voice

What better time can there ever be than right now

Silent whispers pause, yearning to be heard

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