Category Archives: MICHIGAN POET

HOW COULD SHE, DARE SHE?


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She came hard, harsh

An unexpected Storm

in a sea of discontent

on the waves of unaware.

In statements and betrayals

A tsunami of igniting

Emotions laid raw,

confused, vulnerable

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She ripped the sails off the

Relation-ship

Tore them to shreds with

verbs and adjectives.

Giving nouns to perspectives

In the way objectivity

breaks at the heart

taking on the personal.

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She broke the mast nearly in half

held by the ropes in angry twists

and bitter, knotted, tongues

wagging words of Heart ache

and how could she, dare she.

All caught in the rage

of the collective Exhale,

A Dragon sentinel holds the entrance

with fire breath, and stomping tail

No one in or out within the

burning belly of the

Ship of relations.

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Her storm left the Ship in wreck

Debris lay waste and wanting

Scattered sentences and words

strewn as far as the horizon.

Waves stumbled over dying nouns

Crashing out the last yearning utterances,

and carved in the sand with strained hope

“I love you no matter what.”

Ace of Cup.

Wholy Grail.

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WHAT BREAKS YOUR HEART OPEN?


 

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This poem has been inspired by Andrew Harvey.  I speak this out loud as I simmer in the brew of what comes up for me with this question.

May we all take love in action on behalf of what breaks our heart open.

 

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What breaks your heart open

Is where love calls you to action

begs you to follow.

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What breaks your heart open

when every betrayal in this

Earth bound continuum

storms your door

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What breaks your heart open

that makes every choice

in your world the One choice

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What breaks your heart open

and dives you into the cavern

of your soul’s darkest night

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What breaks your heart open

when nothing else could

possibly matter

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What breaks your heart open

in the still of a starry night

when the war of humanity

needs your voice, Now.

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What breaks your heart open

that threatens All that you have

come to believe is the righteous truth.

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What breaks your heart open

that if you do not take action

on behalf of That wide-open

of knowing you might die empty

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What breaks your heart open

SO vast, So tender, So unspeakably

urgent that to Not take action

on behalf of that heart opening

the world as you know it will end.

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What breaks your heart open

and you push that pain away

for another day, another day

another day

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What breaks your heart open

and the flood of that ache

nearly drowns you, and you

must breathe underwater

and dive deeper still

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What breaks your heart open

and the voice of that which

widens you beyond anything

that ever mattered before , calls

you to speak up, take action.

Be the voice of Love Out loud.

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What breaks your heart open?

 

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IN THE STILLNESS SHE IS MOST LOUD


 

In the stillness she is most loud

Singing and dancing in the quietude

Pleased with how it is her best kept secret

Where she keeps all of her whimsy and need

All of her rage and discontent

All of her wisdom and magic

It’s where she gives voice to herself

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She doesn’t bother with those that

Out-loud above everyone else

Those that drown her out

in their righteous verbosity,

wall-flowering her against invisible walls

and into shadow corners

Those big selves all puffed up,

swilling words of lazy drivel

as if they are the elixir

of life.

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In the stillness the best of her resides

in the vast landscape built on dreams and

and possibilities of how imagining everything

can have a place in her everywhere

in the ease of her inner eye

and her vocal heart

always feeling in on the look out

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In the stillness she is most loud

avoiding the surrounding ease of chaos

in the overwhelm and consume of the

bantering and battling with

Ego fervor and fuck you’s

that breed more hallowed emptiness

in the presence of so much abundance.

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She doesn’t bother with the noise anymore

Settled into the oasis of her inner

knowing, calm in the waiting

for her time when stillness and peace

Unity and love, a good earth and water

is what the starving masses hunger for

and the revolution of the heart in it’s

deep wisdom is the loud voice calling

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This is copyright.  please share appropriately.  thank you

 

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SPEAKING TRUTH OUT LOUD


 

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A stone settleS in my throat

from the long ago of

when children were seen

Not to be heard

Sitting around the Thanksgiving

table of abundance and belly full.

All the voices to be heard took

the air out of the room

We found our breath

in the light of the Kitchen away from

the weight of stories of futures

that had no relevance to our playground

of untapped dreams and magic.

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We were but the reflection

of Family’s prayers and hopes

in the right to story us as they deemed fit

into what they could never be only

in their hopes and dreams.

and how the should of us

got should on.

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The stone became a river pebble

as years came in to self awakening,

in the wandering and the wondering

where truth could flow and be shared

and the myth of who should be what

and who should be where in the familial

continuum container.

It came slow to dissolve

into the intent of self-resolve.

The claiming proclamation of;

I am not that story you gave me

I am not that silenced voice of your making

I am a voice rising in my fullness.

I am All that I am and you can not should me.

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The stone is a clear crystal amplification

of  Sovereignty Out loud in the Queendom of self

The illuminated voice of chanting in union with Love

and the proclamation of fearless intent to Be heard

in the Complex ease and hard softness of claiming

all and every word that needs saying.

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I amplify in the Stillness of All that I am

I am a crystal clear voice of paradox

I am Sacred in all my Creative forms

I am she Who Speaks her truth Out Loud.

 

 

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FIRST STEPS


 

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Curious innocence goes wide eyed forward

Slow, searching for the familiar

Quick to stop. like a wild animal

catching a scent in the wind

or wolf eyes moving past the immediate

into the woods deep with a rustle

of leaves and the snap of a twig

Fear gives sway to return the

few steps taken from all she knows

in this forest that has her alone

Unaccompanied .

Her only friend an old pine tree

that whispers it’s branches in her ears

waves it spiky fullness over her new awareness

ripples it’s bark  to reassure her

Purrs like a kitten to comfort her.

It coos the story of where the sky

hums it’s bluest self, with the golden

orb flourishing the land beyond the woods

that is parted by the whimpering river

that babbles with the telling stones.

A stone  will lead you to the place of Others.

Take this branch as proof of me to you

and the staff that is of the Others

My roots run deep and with others

They will bring you there and back

and everywhere that needs going

in the to and from.

With the tingle of feet to earth

Earth to roots signals the way.

In the pivot and move

Caroline listens far for the whimper

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CHOSEN


 

white pine forest

What is it to be chosen?

Pulled through a portal rife

Same to same and different

Breath has returned steady

and the heart beats back to itself.

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Eyes track slow left to right

noticing how a forest looks like a forest

And the sun dapples the green

in shadow and light.

Senses rush to meet the moment

in this awakening

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With trees that smell like

sunrise and baked bread

and a sky that fills your nose

with the smell of mown grass

and sweet honey

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Birds give their song to wings

That sing in the wind, tree to tree

A squirrel fills your mind with

forest talk of nuts and fruit and

that water is down that path

and just over the hill.

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Innocence has no answers

to this same and different.

Leaning alone against

this old tree that purrs like a cat

and fills the shock with the tender

comfort of a mother’s lullaby.

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Caroline pushes her body against

the tree letting the comforting resistance

pull her wobbly legs to a stand.

“That way” fills her mind and

the feel of bark pushes her forward.

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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

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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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