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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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WHAT WONDER IS THAT?


27 April 2019

ALICE

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Wonder has magic in it 

That mystery of not yet knowing

In the wide eyed, bright eyed

Mischief that lives in the question

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Of Wonder why, wonder how

Wonder when, wonder what

In the living day lights is That

Glitch in the fabric of the Universe

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That shimmering, quivering

Anomaly of patterns you thought

Could not possibly shape shift

Into a new paradigm

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The check list of what is, isn’t

What isn’t, is, and then nothing

You feel into the ‘all fucked-up-ness’

And wonder, what will happen next

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Or is the deceive of your eyes, 

The betrayal of your mind

The crack in your wanting heart

Leading you down Alice’s hole

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There will be dinner with The Rabbit

And that Queen with no Heart

Will march you more deeply into

The fantasy cause she wondered

You into Being

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CC  jeanne adwani

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I Make Waves Not Ripples


26 April 2019

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There is longing in those dark blue pools

When you look this way, the way you did

all those years ago

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The pebble of my leaving still leaves a 

faint ripple ring around your heart

I can feel it come for me

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I am the shore feeling the dark waters

of your heart tap, tap, against my edges

They are caught in the moss of me

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All that moist yearning feeding 

on the green verdancy of my becoming

I no longer swimming in you

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Past the treading of water to catch

all my breath back to myself

You can not pull me under

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Buoyant, diving with the sharks

wrapped in jelly fish and barracuda

your pools are a puddle

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And I breathe under water now

I make waves not ripples

I am the emerald sea

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~  cc… jeanne adwani

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HAVE WE TALKED YET


18 April 2019

The Gilded Tarot

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Have we talked yet 

about the hard conversations

  when your body refuses you

  when loneliness consumes you

  when every which way is no way

  when abandonment keeps you victim

  when you feel not enough or

    maybe too much

  when nothing will Ever be perfect

  when death takes a beloved

  when aging lies to you

  when youth betrays you

  when loves leave you

  when dis-ease eats away at you

  when death stalks you

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Have we talked yet

 about the way love finds us

   in the sudden heart opening

   in a flirt of an eye

   at the coffee shop

   in remembrance of what was

   in the feeling of what Is

   at that wedding

   in the gentle caress

   in the hard fuck

   at a spiritual retreat

   in an unexpected moment

   in the radiance of another light

  at the corner from your house

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Have we talked yet 

  about our closeness to the Earth

  about the way a walk in a 

     a forest clears the busy mind

  about how trees and plants

    desire our communion

  about the dance of the clouds

  about the rain’s heart beats

  about the way the river calls you

  about a murmuration

  about how the fey entities know you

  about moss and leaves and dirt

  about noticing the song of dragonflies

  about the seasons greetings

  about rolling in the leaves

  about swimming naked in the sea

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Have we talked yet

  about the Infinite Universe

  about the magnificence of Being

  about the Truth of Love

  about sin and evil

  about rage and joy

  about the wonder of breathing

  about feelings and emotions

  about the Holy grail

  about the nothingness and 

     the Everything

  about how we care for each other

  about kindness and grace

  about the transparency of honesty

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Have we talked yet

  Because, I’d like to know you

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Day 18, NaPoWriMo

  cc… jeanne adwani

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Queen of Whispering Darkness


15 April 2019.  napowrimo

Facebook brings interesting offerings. This is a shareable one for a little ‘poeming’

What’s Your Tarot Card Name? mmmmm?

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you are all That

Queen of Whispering Darkness

Give of your secrets on a wisp of dark

Dwell in the quietude of soft words

All hail to the absence of Light

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Eyes closed to receive the gratitudes

Life dispenses the latitudes in moments

Fill me with the bounty of shadows

So that I might know my brilliance

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In the silence infinity is remembered

In full surrender this open heart

In sovereignty I receive  wisdom’s gifts

To the whisper I give myself fully

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And in the name that I now claim

I am the same and different

on a  whisper, in the dark

All is known and soon forgot

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In choice all comes to repeat

Love is the great retreat waiting

Close to your heart ears listen

Timeless in this message

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Queen of Whispering Darkness

remains in shadow’s keep

Out Loud she reigns in all her Light

Both Shadow and Light hold The answers

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~ cc jeanne adwani

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There is No Poem today


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14 April 2019.  napowrimo.

There is no poem today

Only questions for your

 answering

Only ponderings that 

 might tease at your edges

 remind you of what matters

 most

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A deeper invitation to collect your

 idle thoughts that need collecting

To sift out all the busy of

 that brain you overwork

 to settle into your best self

Your true self that hungers for

  peace and joy

To let you feel more than

 think 

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There is no poem today

Only these questions :

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What lights you up and gets you going?

What do you thirst for?

When did you last share yourself in love?

Are you enough as you are?

What brings you joy?

What do you keep hanging on to?

   Why?

How many times a day are you grateful?

Did you know that you can make a difference?

What is the one thing you can do to 

  make the Earth healthy?

How would you make better what you do?

Who do you think you are?

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There is no poem today

Just these questions

just because

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~ cc jeanne adwani

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Her Magic


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day 13… Ok so the prompt from NaPoWriMo.net.  is about magic.  Could be good, bad, ugly, or any combo of all that and then some.

                The thing is for me Is, I’m pretty much thinking’ it’s all magical in around me and thus, whether it seems so,  I’m busy feeling and writing about everyday magic anyway.  There’s magic, mystery, wonder, phenom, grooving around us all the time.    It takes noticing it.  It takes feeling it and moving with it. 

                 I suppose, it depends on your definition of ‘magic’.  There are as many definitions as there are people who want to define it.  The ‘taking for granted’ of breathing, speaking, and your heart beating, your mind grasping the roll of words strung together in some sort of sense, doesn’t seem magical, doesn’t seem much of a wonder.  And, there it is… incredibly awesome, stunningly wondrous.

Her Magic

Her breath is a sweet caress on my skin

The press of her nakedness to mine

speeds our heart’s beat together

Stirs my every cell

Awakens me to the mystery of Love

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I feel a gasp, a desire with her finger tips

soft, slow, hard, deep, tender, aching

I pray her whispers of Love will never

cease, and that the breath of her will

be of my soul’s infinity

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I fill my senses with her scent

The taste of her is honey and frangipani

Swimming in her eyes is a deep

dive, into the  darkest emerald sea

Oh, to let her Siren call have all of me

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What else can it be call but magic

A wonder, a mystery, a phenom

stirred together in the cauldron

of my womb and heart

A witches brew of elements

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A perfect blend of love’s desire

This creative brew of Alchemy

The unlikely, stirred into the

improbable, a mystery held

in the heart of Infinity

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