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
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
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
Not the first burn-it-all-down
An aftermath of broken hearts
In the relief of at last it's done
Or undone yet again in the fever pitch
Of how the cycle returns to itself
with a hundred matches lite under
The vulnerable exposure of choices
Incongruent with each other, writhing
Looking for that patch of green
Under the April showers to bath in
From the smoke and faltering
Cinders laid to waste by the
Try to hard yet again and again
By the lashing beseech of lost
Yesterdays yearning to free the heart
Outcasted on a lonely patch of Spring
Waiting for a renewal
Waiting to be the seed planted
Waiting for the rain to drown
The last ember
copyright. jeanne adwani
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
The form of this Poem is a Triolet. See if you
can see and feel it's rhythm. It is a prompt from
the NaPoWriMo.net website. It goes likes this.
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THE SHELTERING BREATH
Nestled into the sheltering breath
Of how the days find rest in each other
In the alone shallow of the hardness of death
Nestled into the sheltering breath
Of warp and weave on life's eternal weft
In remembrance of the being held by other
Nestled into the sheltering breath
Of how the days find rest in each other
copyright. jeanne Adwani
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
Conspiracy is an abundant playground
Endlessly resourced in cursory checks
and deep dives into a plethora of Global
storytelling and galactic superlatives
Full of truths and fictions quivering to
fill the belly of our hungry need to know,
to find, to be assured that something,
anything might make sense out of the senseless
Isn't it all a tease at our sensibilities?
Every bit of complaint and justifiable
a wiggling finger at our ridiculousness, at
our flagrant act of exaggeration gone rogue
Maybe at our simple desire to find a normal
in the clearly 'who the hell knows that anyway"
You're making it up as you go along aren't you?
You're creative like that in the 8 Billion of us
Making it up as the filters to your thinking
stretch and contract like water to ice
And then it all melts to a puddle at your feet
And what does it all matter anyway what your mind
conspires to when all around us is a puddle that
Is now an ocean and so many are drowning?
Drowning in the Storylines that hold us ransom
to partial truths and late night boozing.
Tossed into a murky sea of fake news and questionable
fact finding that someone can not wait to tag you in
FaceBook perfect and you're it, I promise
Gather you to the bosom of their brilliance
Offer you the cult tee-shirt and the promise that
you are part of absolute clarity supremely
You gave your Sovereignty away for what price?
Conspiracy . . . Sign me up please and thank you
COPyright. jeanne adwani
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
Collaborative conversations with Life's wise whispers in service to personal and communal evolution. To book personal appointments and group experiences, contact me at circleways.james@gmail.com or at (416) 966 - 2685.
“Everyone who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that some spirit is manifest in the laws of the universe, one that is vastly superior to that of man.” - Albert Einstein
