Category Archives: NAPOWRIMO

22/04/2018 · 11:13 am

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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21/04/2018 · 10:03 am

IT IS IN THE BONES OF YOU


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It is ALL in the bones of you

The lineage of ancient times

In the Infinite timelessness

Waiting for the entire frame of you

Wrapped in sinew and cartilage

Muscle and skin,

In all that DNA longing

For witnessing and your

Remembrance.

Yearning for you to awaken

To where you came from

In the nebula bursts,

In the wormholes of the deep dark

Amidst  planets being born

Next to those dying

In the infinite spirals

Of the Galactic vastness

That laid a single seed in you

That holds you in the Light of forever

You, a traveler finding your

Many selves in the One Self

Finding yourself In the One Heart

And

It matters Not that you believe this

Believe nothing,  Believe everything.

Beliefs will separate you from others

It IS

All settled in those Bones of you

All that right there waiting.

Waiting for you to Listen

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14/04/2018 · 8:09 am

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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12/04/2018 · 9:43 am

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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10/04/2018 · 5:31 pm

WHEN THE GODDESS COMES TO THANKSGIVING


 

 

Heart hand n mouth

A stone settled in my throat

from the long ago of

when children were seen

Not to be heard

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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 those fortune tellers

That had no relevance to our playground

of untapped dreams and magic.

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We were the reflection of family tales

in the assured right to story us

into what they would never be

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

of where truth will flow and be shared

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The myth of who should be what

And who should be where in the familial

continuum container of untruths

spoken out loud in deep disregard.

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The old story came slow to dissolve

into the intent of self-resolve.

The claiming proclamation of .

I am not that clown you gave me

I am not that honest girl you said I was

I am not that nice nor am I that good

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 in the Queendom of myself

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 needed to be said

in the when-ever-they-need saying.

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I amplify in the Stillness of All that I am

I roar the voice of Kali Ma on behalf of my lineage

I wear the Muse as I inspire and play

I cradle in tenderness your surrender

I am a crystal clear voice of paradox

Sacred in all my Creative forms

I am she Who Speaks her truth Out Loud.

I am The One Heart.

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09/04/2018 · 4:59 pm

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.

~

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.

~

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.

~

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.

~

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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08/04/2018 · 12:31 pm

The Separation of Things… saving the world.


CROSSES TWIRLLED

 

Separation pulls apart our togetherness

Divides the tender Oneness of us

Makes cruel havoc of who is in the right

to wipe out who must be wrong

In that myopic celebration

All dressed in the fineness rightness

Strutting the lies of perception

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Separation cheats us of unity

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How closed the mind becomes in

A one belief held tightly wrapped

In clear assured pronouncements

Hearing others without Listening.

Speaking the expletive of limited thinking

Chests puffed up with words full of spike and bitter

Making Wrong someone else’s right.

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Separation has no place for forgiveness

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And worse still is the Heart that forgot to feel

The heart that holds the quiet voice of tender

The quiet voice of love unconditional

The ever present willingness to forgive

To hear the call to compassion and togetherness

How we all beat together in the blood, bones and

Sinew of our likeness and our differences?

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Separation is the ego’s dive into self-righteousness

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Can we meet in the in-between of light and shadow

Recognize our self in the Other, to truly feel and see

How all of us are here, breathing, living,

Struggling, laughing, dying, mourning,

Being right, Being wrong, Being…

Celebrating the adjectives of life as we live it.

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Separation is a destroyer of worlds

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Can you dare to be wrong?

Can you give up your rightness to save the world?

 

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