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The Sheltering Breath


The form of this Poem is a Triolet.  See if you
can see and feel it's rhythm.  It is a prompt from
the NaPoWriMo.net website.  It goes likes this.

~~
THE SHELTERING BREATH

Nestled into the sheltering breath
Of how the days find rest in each other
In the alone shallow of the hardness of death
Nestled into the sheltering breath
Of warp and weave on life's eternal weft
In remembrance of the being held by other
Nestled into the sheltering breath
Of how the days find rest in each other

copyright.  jeanne Adwani


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What are we slipping into


Days slip into each other
Like they are liquid, viscus
Even a little rubbery, stretchy
We presumed them to be different 
Because the calendar says that's so

Only.

Days keep slipping into each other
A strive to make them different 
make them defined from what was yesterdays
breakfast, a different route for that 
dog walk, shift feeding the animals first
making coffee the priority, showering in 
the afternoon instead of after morning chores
Connecting with friends in the middle of
the day, sitting around in wonder of this
time that has no time stamp.

Because

These days, they keep slipping into forgetting
Slipping away from the predictable 
Slipping away from the rituals, 
Slipping away from the define productivity 
of the familiar that now must flow into change

We

Are Slipping from the ways that demand that of us
Not because it's a slippery slope or that
we might slip on our asses and make us the fool
No, this slip and slide routine is the order of
these new days, a pandemic reprograming to release 
the old, the uselessness, the unimportant habits that

Must

Be slipped into like a tight woven chrysalis 
So that when we melt, dissolve from our old self
we morph into our new self resolved, renewed
We push, we crack, we hurt, we scream, we weep
and are re-birthed in a new paradigm of renewal
We slip into the arms of this unknown and 
become fully realized in the only Truth 

Love



 copyright. jeanne adwani

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A Conspiritutorial


Conspiracy is an abundant playground
Endlessly resourced in cursory checks
and deep dives into a plethora of Global
storytelling and galactic superlatives
Full of truths and fictions quivering to 
fill the belly of our hungry need to know,
to find, to be assured that something,
anything might make sense out of the senseless 

Isn't it all a tease at our sensibilities?
Every bit of complaint and justifiable  
a wiggling finger at our ridiculousness, at 
our flagrant act of exaggeration gone rogue
Maybe at our simple desire to find a normal
in the clearly 'who the hell knows that anyway"
You're making it up as you go along aren't you?
You're creative like that in the 8 Billion of us
Making it up as the filters to your thinking
stretch and contract like water to ice
And then it all melts to a puddle at your feet

And what does it all matter anyway what your mind
conspires to when all around us is a puddle that
Is now an ocean and so many are drowning?
Drowning in the Storylines that hold us ransom
to partial truths and late night boozing.
Tossed into a murky sea of fake news and questionable
fact finding that someone can not wait to tag you in
FaceBook perfect and you're it, I promise
Gather you to the bosom of their brilliance 
Offer you the cult tee-shirt and the promise that
you are part of absolute clarity supremely 
You gave your Sovereignty away for what price?
Conspiracy . . .  Sign me up please and thank you
  
COPyright.  jeanne adwani

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The Chalice


        Do you pour yourself into a cup, a pool, an ocean
Do you pour yourself into a bowl, a pond, a sea
Do you dive deep, swim the shallows, go float
Do you go in dressed up, or go in naked
Is there a nature to how you enter in
The way life pulls at your breath
The way you decided to do life
Can you breathe under-
water
~~~~~
What
suffi
cates
your
Being
~~~~
Stillness
won't drown you
There are messages in the
Vast waterway of your Being-ness
*
Drink from the Chalice of your soul



Copyright... jeanne adwani.

			

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FEAST ON THE SURRENDER


13 Nov. 2019

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Lean into the lonely places

Lay down with the shadow dancers

Listen deep into the old stories

   of imaged truths poured from

   the vessel of many yesterdays

~

Dosed in the blood of lineages

Down the drain of old hopes

Dictates passed down in the all around

    making a depository of other’s

    dreams and imaged forecasts

~

Held in the spaces of unrequited

Hid in the in-between of longing and yearn

Hold on to the thin cord of relationship

    for memories seek safe harbor in the

    stripping away what was never yours

~

Shed what was not the gift of you

Single out the spacious self’s dream

Silence the busy minds need to know

   for there is knowing in the quiet voice

   of the heart waiting for your listening

~

Feast on the surrender of release

Find comfort in the lonely places

Free up the impose of other’s dreams

   as you feel the fullness of finding yourself

   unfolding perfectly as you are

   

   

   

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Autumn Mabon


23 SEPT 2019

Ode to Autumn

~~~~~ 

She makes a moist entrance

Still feeling the Summer green of herself

with blooms filling her senses 

And harvest already giving to be received

~

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

~

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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She Turns On Her Axis


Full Moon in Pisces.   Friday the 13th.

Good morning…I let this day rise in me with simply sitting here imaging the moon in Her Fullness, and me, being the conduit for whatever words she wishes me to write.  Unedited as she speaks through me.

~~~

She turns on her axis

Feet muddied in the long walk

With no destination she feels

the pivot in her breath

in her heart

in the ley lines of her soul

that call her to directions

~

In the upside down

In the inside out

In her all around

~

A digestion of spaciousness

A de-polarization of what human

  make of truths

~

She turns on her axis 

sideways

longways

upside down ways

Looking at the Full Moon

Hanging above

Beckoning

~

She rests in this rotation

Calmed in the circle of

Luminosity

Filled by the voice of

a thousand unheard songs

pulsed to her heart

in the brilliance of

~

How Infinity opens her heart

to the full vastness

of every known and unknown

way Love remembers Herself

Nothing else ever mattered

~

The Moon licks away the mud

on her feet

Kisses her toes in reverence

Gently pushes the fulcrum

of her breath

In the sway of perfect Uni-scense 

~

~

cc  jeanne adwani

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