Do you pour yourself into a cup, a pool, an ocean Do you pour yourself into a bowl, a pond, a sea Do you dive deep, swim the shallows, go float Do you go in dressed up, or go in naked Is there a nature to how you enter in The way life pulls at your breath The way you decided to do life Can you breathe under- water ~~~~~ What suffi cates your Being ~~~~ Stillness won't drown you There are messages in the Vast waterway of your Being-ness * Drink from the Chalice of your soul
I had no good byes for you just your name on my altar
Our reckoning happened long ago with so much pain
It was a hard forgiveness in the way-back-then
That came easy once my heart gave to that spaciousness
And compassion paid my soul a visit asking for everything
There could be nothing less than that full surrender
Nothing less that a complete turn to Love no matter what
I leaned fully into those tender arms of absolution
Betraying expectations desire to have to have it returned
To have to make an equal exchange of emotional fairness
Covered with all Sunny sparkle and pop-up love emojis
I did it for me on behalf of a deeper love that rose
in the giving, in the let go, in the instant of full clarity
Like the Sun came and burned my insides clean of that hurt
An unexpected Phoenix rising from the death of a long ago
Child wound dissolving away in the ocean of my heart
That vastness makes me quake and wonder of this truth
Beating gently in the center of my chest, a steady pulse
A'Yes' set free in the never have to go around again
I will alway remember you. You were my first paradox Rest in peace
copyright. jeanne adwani
In the quiet is when I hear myself
The steady beat of my heart
the echo crackling pulse in my ear
The questions my skin asks of me
like...
When will you rub cream on me?
Why haven't you let me feel the wind today?
I hear the Sun calling to me
Will you take your face to greet him?
The quiet doesn't sneak up on me
She doesn't really do anything overt
Or show any change in her weather
She is simply define by a lack of noise
By the clarity of the air
The ripening freshness
As green returns to the once Wintered land
Quiet doesn't claim any particular season
There isn't one element or another
That she aligns herself with
There is no vitriol to her presence
No pressing want of need given or asked for
She doesn't make any demands of any kind
She simply is.
When all the busy, all the over achieving
All the doing, the placating, the perfecting
the absoluting, the info gathering, and chatter
Stops
Quiet arrives in her not-very-fancy attire
She's really quite naked, vulnerable
Unimpressive might be what some think
As she seems small and lacking in personality
With nothing at all to say. Not a word
Not a thought, emptiness, a void
That's when I know she's here
In the stillness, the silence
Sitting next to me, in me
Quiet is the most tender part
of my heart, a deep well of waiting
Every answer I ever needed to know
arrives in her eternal presence.
copyright. jeanne adwani
Make mention of the new normal
Thinking that there ever really has been
A normal
A relativity decided by whomever is talking
from the lens of their perspective
we're all talking
LIfe's axis is making a big shift
A quantum move, a flow with or not
You decide how you will shift
Never think that Mother Earth will Not win
Her lung power far surpasses all of us combined
What's essential will win
There is NO normal in any of our days
We made up what we thought we needed
Illusions made safe our days
What is the essential left when all is surrendered?
Habitualized rituals laid waste to what was
And our very breath is surrendered
~ copyright. jeanne adwani
day 4... napowrimo.net.
A pantoum
We are having the very breath of us taken from us
Then, the sky shows blue in the most polluted cities
Mama Gaia says no more of this suffocation
And the dolphins begin to breathe better underwater
Then the sky shows blue in the most polluted cities
It's in the stop, the slow down, the no more busy
And the dolphins begin to breathe better underwater
The Earth is quick to show how it can be healed by us
It's in the stop, the slow down, the no more busy
We begin to thrive in the quietude; the stillness of a day
The Earth is quick to show how it can be healed by us
It takes a global pandemic for us to begin to hear Her
We begin to thrive in the quietude; the stillness of a day
Settling in to what it feels like to listen more clearly to the all around
It takes a global pandemic for us to begin to hear Her
She has never been a quiet voice, we have simply drowned her out
Settling in to what it feels like to listen more clearly to the All around
Mama Gaia says no more of this suffocation
She has never been a quiet voice, we have simply drowned her out
We are having the very breath of us taken from us.
~~~~~. copyright. jeanne adwani
Today’s prompt from napowrimo.net is to select 10 random words and then add 3-4 words that rhyme with them and make up a poem… I took a photo of what the mess I created looks like… Gives you an idea of how it went.
There is a course to chart with the heart
It can start from any need that rises in the seed
of love's demand as you reach out your hands
making a new history from this complicated mystery
Ask permission for a hug respect the little shrug
No need to have the rug pulled out from under you
Respecting the Land that is of other is not in your command
Armadillos are not soft cloud billows to wrap around
There is no need to shove, offer the peace of the dove
Read the body's message of love come hither
Luminescent Alchemy, roots out any blasphemy
Death's casket waits in the line of your mortality
I’m following a prompt given… writing about a specific place. I take this road a lot cause I love the scenery and Heck, it is called Joy Rd. after all.
It’s just up Prospect St.
Three smooth miles of road
Take a left on the dirt of Joy
Kitty corner from the Sheriff station
Feel the car’s tires hit every
Pitted pothole, and rutted out puddle
With the kinda rattle that shimmies
Those girl parts with a little thrill
Travels fast to the top of the head
And in repeat
`
You slow a little cause a rough
country road will tell you too
even when the raw edge of pleasure
tells you something else altogether
Your car will be better off for it
`
Winter strips down nature
Let’s you see through into the austere
gnarled foliage of how people
living in the country build their
domains away from the others
Tucked into the pines and the oaks
`
Maybe have a horse or two
Gather eggs from the chickens
Grow a field of life sustaining food
Fenced in their cloistered lives cause
They can out here on Joy Rd.
And I can slow drive for the thirtieth time
celebrating and breathing in a little country
`
Taking in all the something specials
A little Joy ride for a few miles
Bumping and nearly grinding along
Depending on the season
Depending on the mood rising
Depending on if you want to take
aback road to your destination
I always do.
`
I know that in a couple miles
of slow driving, and being a nosy posy
Looking for treasure on the side of this
winter battled dirt road,
There she stands
`
Lonely, beaten down over a few generations
Of living all countrified and productive
Now sitting on the edge of herself
paint pealing, boarded-up windowed
Porch trashed, roof leaking empty farm house
A barren womb of prosperity abandoned
`
The seasons have had their way with her emptiness
In their freeze and fire that weathered away at
how she once thrived and life filled Her.
Nature will feed on and take Her back to Herself
This Mother is a great Re-purposer when it comes to her own.
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