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WILD THING


This writing and this poem that will come at the 
end of this narrative, was inspired by Wendall Berry, 
The Peace of Wild Things, and Mary Oliver's poem 
Wild Geese.
It's the 'Wild' in both of these that called out to 
me this morning.  The freedom in the Wild that 
during this time of sequestered sheltering, doesn't 
feel so free, so wild.  So, I go into 'remembrance' 
of that first time when that wild freedom flowed over 
me and all I could do was let it have me.  I dedicate 
this Earth Day, this New Moon day, My day to The Wild.
~~
In 1966 the song Wild Thing came out. It seemed a 
call out to the way of the world then, one of the 
freedom calls of that era of Vietnam, free love, and 
the peace movement.  It felt a call to young women to 
let their freak flag fly, be groovy, make heart's sing.

Wild Thing
The Troggs
"Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything, groovy
Wild thing
Wild thing, I, think I love you
But I want to know for sure
So come on, and hold me tight
I love you
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything, groovy
Wild thing
Wild thing, I, think you move me
But I want to know for sure
So come on, and hold me tight
You move me
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything, groovy
Wild thing
Come on, come on, wild thing
Shake it, shake it, wild thing"

I had moved for that summer to Hamilton, ON to 
be part of a program put on by my Uncle, the priest.  
I lived in a German Lutheran Church parsonage on 
the edge of downtown Hamilton, with four other 
young people whose names I have forgotten.  
We were a diverse group, I was the only one from 
the U.S., and I was a family member of the leader.  
That placed me in a position of either being special 
in a suspicious way, or being that 'other' that was 
clearly a bit of a wild thing;  unpredictable, 
amusing and just cute enough to stir everyone's pot 
up with a certain charm. I was an unknown factor.  
I was liked, and often not trusted to be present in 
the way of the rules given down by my revered Uncle. 
I had rebellion written on my soul and there was no 
way to stop it.

I was a Wild Thing. My then boyfriend, Scotty, that I 
had left at home in Michigan, had sent me that record 
about a month into this program.  It came with a 
very endearing card of love and missing that tickle 
at my hearts edges.  I was already crushed out on one 
of my Uncles students that paid visit to us, probably 
to see how we were all doing on behalf of him. 
Henry, dear sweet Henry.  Someone I will never forget.

It was confusing for me at 18, sassy, cute, smart, 
curious beyond measure, to have a boyfriend at home, 
and this unique, 'older' guy really wanting to know 
me.  It brought the wild of me to all my surfaces and 
made my decisions based on the immediate rather than 
anything thought out.

Henry was willing to accommodate pretty much my every 
whim. I knew his crush on me made him vulnerable to 
my charms.  I took advantage of that with a frivolity 
I had no idea of it's hurtful and joyful impact, 
to both of us, to the program, to my uncle.  
In my playfulness, my spontaneity, my overall 
first-time-away-from-home freedom, I was pushing 
life's edges in ways that were freeing for me, and 
tedious and confusing for others.  
That awareness for me came later.  I was testing the 
world and people around me, finding where I might 
fit my creative, wild spirited self. 
Who were my people?  
What kind of Wild Thing would I be?

A Pantoum to The Wild.

Race the Wild self across freedom's radiance
Soar wide out into the vast unknown moments
Welcome the curious creative Spirit on fire
Hold back nothing in the Everything

Soar wide out into the vast unknown moments
Let the menace and frolic find pure release
Hold back nothing in the Everything
Earth, Fire, Air, Water are the orchestra

Let the menace and frolic find pure release
Be the clear channel of paradox in it's dance
Earth, Fire, Air, Water are the orchestra
Infinity is a boundless playground waiting.

BE the clear channel of paradox in it's dance
Welcome the curious creative Spirit on fire
Infinity is a boundless playground waiting
Race the Wild self across freedom's radiance

copyright. jeanne adwani



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I AM A POEM


I am a poem of painted symbols, ancient wisdoms
Crafted visuals, words with rhyme and reason 
in the no reason at all in inky color prisms

Color frequencies, Pirate girls, mystic Mama
Bengali Tiger, peace, and love, vampire bites
dripping blood, Dante's Furies and wordless drama

A her-story of talisman, primal remembrances 
A needled rapture of yesterdays longing 
etched beneath my tender flesh in my transparence

Yes it hurt with a celebrated welcome
Leave that judge of yours off my skin
I am rich in story as it is my rebellion 

Poetry becomes me. It is a wound I choose to wear
Even tho' you may read me on my surfaces
It's to the heart of me that waits the deeper share

copyright  jeanne adwani 

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PANDEMIC SONNET


It is not for wondering if not why
How the quiet and lasting solitude
In shelter we place so much on 2Ply
Wiped out from groceries in great magnitude

When needing to wipe mean something new
Who ever knew that this loss could happen
The race for restocking such a boohoo
Puts a whole different hit on this shut-in

You figured the 2ply, now it's 'bout food
Will they deliver, or grab carry-out?
Decisions are messy in what to do   
Pandemic crisis create so much doubt

Priorities messy, really quite segued
Stay in and humble for others need you too
 
copyright jeanne adwani 

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It’s in the small kindnesses


It's in the small kindnesses
In the feeling heard, being seen
The way eyes meet and you know

It's in the acts of gratitude 
the gesture with no word attached
Of words that come from the heart

It's in the actions that speak
Louder than superfluous verbosity
full of empty promises.

It's in the giving that requires 
no receive, no laud, no fame
a welcome silence in the blare

It's in the doing nothing 
That that something finds it's way
to the surface that needs doing

It's in the know that you are there
on the other side of the world
across the street, in front of me

It's enough to feel that presence
surrounding me and that I am Loved
and held tenderly to your heart


  copyright jeanne adwani


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CHOICE uncensored


I welcome your right to choice
To honor your Sovereignty to
be at the helm of your domain
To express fully what moves in
and through you uncensored.

I welcome your wisdom of choice
To take notice of the larger intake
Be ready to act on behalf of other
To express fully your respect
And care-fullness uncensored

I welcome your thought-full choice
To know you stand with other Sovereigns
Be ready to share in equality 
To express with an open heart
And let compassion flow uncensored

I welcome you in the enough of choice
To honor your Sovereignty to
Be ready to act on behalf of other
To express with an open heart
And to remember that 
what is done for One,
is done for all. 
Uncensored 


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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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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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WHAT WONDER IS THAT?


27 April 2019

ALICE

~

Wonder has magic in it 

That mystery of not yet knowing

In the wide eyed, bright eyed

Mischief that lives in the question

~

Of Wonder why, wonder how

Wonder when, wonder what

In the living day lights is That

Glitch in the fabric of the Universe

~

That shimmering, quivering

Anomaly of patterns you thought

Could not possibly shape shift

Into a new paradigm

~

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

~

Or is the deceive of your eyes, 

The betrayal of your mind

The crack in your wanting heart

Leading you down Alice’s hole

~

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

~

CC  jeanne adwani

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I Make Waves Not Ripples


26 April 2019

~

There is longing in those dark blue pools

When you look this way, the way you did

all those years ago

~

The pebble of my leaving still leaves a 

faint ripple ring around your heart

I can feel it come for me

~

I am the shore feeling the dark waters

of your heart tap, tap, against my edges

They are caught in the moss of me

~

All that moist yearning feeding 

on the green verdancy of my becoming

I no longer swimming in you

~

Past the treading of water to catch

all my breath back to myself

You can not pull me under

~

Buoyant, diving with the sharks

wrapped in jelly fish and barracuda

your pools are a puddle

~

And I breathe under water now

I make waves not ripples

I am the emerald sea

~

~  cc… jeanne adwani

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HAVE WE TALKED YET


18 April 2019

The Gilded Tarot

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

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

~

Have we talked yet

  Because, I’d like to know you

~

Day 18, NaPoWriMo

  cc… jeanne adwani

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