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In Salutation


me n' my shadow

me n’ my shadow

In salutation

An all hail wide open

A colourful unfolding to

the the wake up call, breathing

Being licked by the sun

and breeze.

Shivering to the gather

of grey soon to come

.

In salutation

An all hail wide open

to the moist refresh

toes tickle naked

on wet grass dancing

The body heaves a welcome

.

In salutation

An all hail wide open

So wide the earth pivots

a pirouette in polar shift

Of Northern to Southern

exposure calling in east and west

And you breathing It all in

like that first startle of wonder

When the myth of life tagged you

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In salutation

In an all hail wide open

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On the Wrong Track


train on tracks

It all happens fast

The face of fear on those tracks

The choo choo outta sight in

The red pulse of flashing light

Eyes water a scarlett sky

In the horizon of pavement

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Stop? Go? suspended in surreal

Reverse goes neutral, neutral goes no where

Half in, half out and the white gate lowers

Flashing red amps up the heart’s beat

Breath stops in urgent hope

This isn’t the track wanted

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The tap tap of the white gate on the roof

Slam the car in drive

Slam the car in drive

Race for you life

Start breathing again

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KINDNESS… a pantoum


There is no ponder to an act of kindness

Kindness comes as it will like breathing

It is the only pathway to peace and love

A lay down of all that holds us to fear and resistance

 

Kindness comes as it will like breathing

There is never a time it doesn’t caress the heart

A lay down of all that holds us to fear and resistance

Choices lead to consequences

 

There is never a time it doesn’t caress the heart

Fear stains the heart’s beat with certain death

Choices lead to consequences

Sequences, like bad habits need adjusting

 

Fear stains the heart’s beat with certain death

In your defenselessness your safety lies

Sequences, like bad habits need adjusting

How will you adjust to Kindness’s call?

 

In your defenselessness your safety lies

It is the only pathway to peace and love

How will you adjust to Kindness’s call?

There is no ponder to an act of kindness

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SOLAR RETURN again… a haiku


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A Solar return

Age moves old on bones

Winter’s chill illuminates

 

Winter’s chill illuminates

Hail the days gone and to come

Deep freeze till Spring time

 

Deep freeze till Spring time

Seeds sleep in the winter nights

The silence holds peace

 

The silence holds peace

Rebel life gets in the way

Days slip to the wind

 

Days slip to the wind

Seeds sleep in the winter nights

A Solar return

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SLEEP’S DENIAL


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Sleep withholds.

She finds ways to deny dreams

She finds ways to bury light

Sleep tosses and turns

Her rosy breath shares the dragon’s fire.

Paired to remind of her volatility

Her fickle nature revealed.

Her power of dark and light

There is no forgetting her enchantment

Her etherial veil of soft comfort

The way she lays fairy dust on the eyelids

for magic to dance under the moon.

Oh how the dreams she gives stir to

A life yearning for mystery

A life hidden in daylight

in those uninhibited visions

Of ecstasy and horror shuttering

in the deep subconscious sweat of dreams

welcomed and unwelcomed

as She pulls you in and down

In and down in a story hungry

for understanding lost to waking.

And then she withholds

Giving no rest, no slumber

No gentle thought to mind and body

in the toss and turn of those rumpled 

sheets and sweaty pillows

night after night after night

You beg her to come and swallow you

to come and ease the daily grind

behind the closed eyes and prone body

you try to tease her into you.

Tease her back into the magic only she knows

in the willingness to give every inch of self

to the night’s death for replenishment

You die to her and she withholds.

Oh sweet Sleep dance me under the moonlight.

COPYRIGHT, jeanne adwani

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This a summer of…


Wholy Grail.

Wholy Grail.

This is a summer of gathering

letting go, remembering,

moving, finding a new groove

 

This is summer of fear found

fear release, surrendering.

making space for new possibilities

 

This is a summer of edges

pushed, hanging on for dear life.

standing in the Center.

 

This is a summer of startled resistance

Deepening into the forever after of

when Oneness calls to the let it all go

 

This is a summer when angst

outgrew herself for peaceful resolution

On fresh pages freed for a new story

 

This is a summer when what needed 

to get together got to together in the 

seamless love given by others.

 

This is a summer of gratitudes fruition

When to give is to receive and to

receive fills the giving cup

 

This is a summer when the heart prism 

finds the clarity in the crystal

Catching all light in her opening

 

This is a summer still happening

in the calm of moments accepted 

In the trust of how the Infinite unfolds

 

Perfectly.

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CICADA


CICADA

 

It comes right from their bellies

that call to life on these dog days

When Summer gives all of herself

to the hot damp of evenings

and the just enough breeze that

gives cool moist on to your surfaces

 

Their tymbal drum

 and drum

and drum 

right from the gut of them 

that place of feeling that sings

the days and nights to love

in their awaking from dirt

and bark on to the sea of grass

and leaves

 

Of the return to their song 

in that drum

drum

drum

feel into the blue to midnight 

Into the in-between of how

the vital brilliance of corals

purples, violets, and oranges 

celebrate on the horizons edge

in the cadence of time 

for the Earth’s roll 

around the

Sun.

 

Expanding and contracting

their bellies for the long hot days

for us to know their song

in the short of summer heat

and the longing for 

love to be found

in the 

drum

drum 

drum

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Being silent… listening


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Chill lays a damp rest on my exposed flesh.

Morning moves with the swift flight of birds

ascending with the Sun.

What is re-born sits with ringlets  of scattered

morning white tumbling, breathing.

With those two crows that take watch in the

corners of these eyes that have seen six decades

There is a rightness to this with a hand

extended into the wet dirt, moving centuries

around in the stirring of life up again.

Burying it closer to the surface this time

where green finds her rest and scattered

blooms come again because they must

The coffee is bitter in the sweet of the must have.

Inhaling the moist morning with the waft

of lemon and citronella to ward off the bitting.

A rapid scold comes from the tree tops speaking

in a foreign tongue familiar like music without

words that give a feel, a pulse, a cadence known

without remembering why.Telling the story of the

moment with absolute clarity.

There is no wrong in the want to carve my

initials across this land.  Lay some bit  of

myself in the claim of where I’ve been and

where I am.  The safety of it is illusive, dream

like, a fugue on this Earth Path of my foot-

prints shallow and deep along the soft and

hard ways finding home.

Sitting here in the damp of this rising

morning.  Being silent, listening.

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I AM HERE… BEING


 

NEW HOUSE

Weave out of the old

Texture the new

Find the color

that the breath

gives to the empty

to spread on the

 

Walls of a new life

made ready for this

next moment and

the next as the wait

shortens to the Call

of the way of a

 

Whisper rising to

be heard just right

in this weave in

this texture

in this colour

that breath gives

 

When home finds

a new place to Be

in this passing

of days on this

Land, in this place

for a little

 

While longer

when Home at

last becomes

the vast wonder

of the Infinite

And till then

 

I am Here

Being

 

 

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It’s all good till it isn’t and then it is.


30th Day… NaPoWriMo.

There is never a conclusion to writing poetry, tho’ this is the last day of NaPoWriMo. I like to participate in this cause it pushes my edges. I can’t say I like everything I wrote, and then again it doesn’t matter. The journey, the process, the doing, the discipline of it feels right and good. If I want, I can pull out the poems that I want to edit and play around with. It’s all good.

Thanks to all of you that took the time to read them and took the time to value and enjoy poetry. More to come. I can’t help myself.

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It’s All good till it isn’t
In the choosing of opposites
The bad can go away
In the attitude of choice
once the embrace of bad
takes and shakes the foundation,
tosses and batters, hits and slams
Sobs and writhes.
It has you till it doesn’t
and sometime the crawl to
Goodness scrapes and scares.

It’s all good till it isn’t
till the ready to shift attitude
knows to go on like this much longer
is likely to bury the loss of feel good
somewhere between hell and death.
There is no dismissing the pain
It’s here like a vise grip’s angry clench
It needs to have it way till the going
through it is enough and when is
enough enough?

It’s All good till it isn’t
The answer is all in the journey waiting
For positive choice and a shift in attitude
The Highest good maybe a mystery
And it waits for discovery in every moment
Every moment. Every moment
Like right now, you get to choose
Is it all good, or bad, neutral?
What will you make it?
What will you choose?

It’s all good

 

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