Category Archives: SUMMER

29/07/2020 · 8:11 am

MoonFlower


  • Moon Flower rising…

There is a sweet blossom melody

It lingers on the edge of this morning

After a crescent moon bath of scent

in the blue-black sky during dreamland

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Open still in this cool awakening from

The summers days full of wet heat

gardens limp in the cry for raindrops

And the glory of datura opens to the night

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Gives her full moon unfolding to the darkness

Stirring the shadows to her intoxication

With whispering promises of glory in twilight

To be remembered when dawn cracks open

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And Sun spreads light on her wilting magic

Radiance takes her life in slow droops

Radiance takes her perfume back to the earth

Quiet now, still as a new moon sky twinkling

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She closes her white velvet life to the morning

In the wrap of a mother protecting her seed

Rest comes in busy prepare of prickly pod

Daring you to snatch her children in day bright

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For hundreds of melodies wait to be born

A symphony of night blossoms in full bloom

On a clear summer night next July inhaling

Again the fullness held within those seeds

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`copyright. jeanne adwani

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25/08/2014 · 8:15 am

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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17/08/2014 · 8:49 am

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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03/08/2014 · 9:21 am

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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21/06/2014 · 6:57 am

Souls-tise pantoum


Happy Summer Soul’stise

A pantoum in rhythm  till it doesn’t.

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POPPIES AT MERTHA'S CABIN

A longing day into a short quiet night

This day dressed in grey hides the sun’s light

Colours can’t be hidden in the minds eye

Imaginings of rainbows dance in the fireflies

 

This day dressed in grey hides the sun’s light

No reason for lonely in the shortest night

Imaginings of rainbows dance in the fireflies

Streak like falling stars in the midnight sky

 

No reason for lonely in the shortest night

When nature patterns her grace with abundant light

Streaks like falling stars in the midnight sky

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

 

When nature patterns her grace with abundant light

The long short of your dreams lives in the short long of this night

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

This day of Summer Solstice will not hide in the grey skies

 

The Long short of your dreams lives in the short long of this night

Colours can’t be hidden in the mind’s eye

The season of Summer invites us on her blooming ride

A longing day into a short quiet night

 

 

 

 

 

 

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31/08/2013 · 8:48 am

Morning Season Report….a haibun


 

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So still out there this morning.  A very faint breeze lifts the wet leaves.  There is the distant sound of crickets with that pulsing hum. A cicada gives a long buzz while it readies itself to split open and be free of it’s old self. A squirrel races across the roof with surprising pounding, like it’s a fat raccoon on the lam.  I sip my hot black brew… pondering.

I let nature find my nature.  Imagining the light breeze lifting my wet laden leaves from the drama of last night thunder and lighting, with the pour of the sky beating my land.  Glad for the feed and not so much for the corresponding deluge that makes for exhaustion.The calm is restful as the day wakes up and I with it.  That whole calm before and after the storm that I can shift into, breathe into.

The last day of August.  I can smell the season change ever so slightly.  Autumn is on the edge of us, ready for the harvest bounty to rise and fall back to the Earth for her winter keeping.  I’m in no hurry for all that.  Fall is my favorite time of the year, with all that colour and musk of the land filling me up.  I welcome it; always wanting it to last longer.

Some deaths move fast, some linger on in the letting go.  I wonder with that said will I linger with the vibrant colour of living, or will I let my Autumn lay me beneath a thick layer of leaf and pine, to Winter quickly.  There is that unknown.

Sunlight is just kissing the tips of the leaves in that golden glow of magic.  A hundred stomping squirrels make my roof an amusement park.  A crow gives it’s warning.  The day calls in it’s unexpected possibilities.  I let the coffee do it’s magic even in my very slow rising.

 

Leaves kissed by the Sun

Whisper of morning breezes

Summer calls to Fall

 

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22/08/2013 · 8:15 am

Houghton, Michigan… souvenir… haibun


there is so much good

Enjoying a day of garage sale-ing about town a couple of weeks ago; I filed through this box of old postcards and misc. ephemera.  I found this (1903) leather, wood-burned and painted ‘postcard’ souvenir, from way up north in the UP.   The guy at the sale said he figured it was his grandfathers, cause that box was old family miscellaneous stuff.  He also said, he wished he’d paid attention to what was in the box cause he really liked the saying on the card and wished he’d kept it.  (**NOTE… Originally I said this was from the maybe the 50’s/60’s.  There an old one cent stamp on the back of Ben Franklin.  That stamp is from 1903.  WOW.  cool huh)

Tho’ I wanted it, I offered it back to him.  He declined, and said it was meant for me and to give him a dollar for it.

It touched me with its message and reminded me that I am a little bit of All-that-is, with all the goodness and graciousness of Being,  sprinkled with periodic crankiness ,with an edge of distain every now n’ again.  And, that when I witness all the variables of people, and the vast array of personalities in my life and those that filter past me in my days; that I am of the ‘same clothe’ in certain sort of way.  I am part of this Oneness that they are a part of.  I don’t have to like the flow or constraint of another.  I don’t have to engage with any negativity.  I get to choose and feed the life I desire.

When I notice the goodness and grace of others to be reminded of my own goodness and grace.  And when I witness the disturbed, ugliness of other, that within me lurks some piece of that too.  Again, I get to choose, my way of Being in my moments, and realize that living in a world of Duality and polarity, It’s all a dance of Light and Dark and many colours in the in-between.  I’m fond of that Rainbow Bridge.

So many stories get made up about what we imagine something is or isn’t in the context of our feelings and observation of a moment.  And really… I know I haven’t a clue of that ‘truth’ of what I see, and feel outside of myself , till I ask, or I decide to let it go.  It might be wise to shut-up about it cause it IS false perception and likely my rambling idle gossip elaborating.

Heed the Light and Dark

Truth is a colourful trickster

Know your own story

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15/07/2013 · 7:59 am

drink freely from life’s giving


I ‘stole’ this line from from Abbey of the Arts, Christine Valters Paintner.  www.abbeyofthearts.com

The original sentence is this;  “Drink freely from the life you have been given.”  I made it ‘mine’ by changing it a bit.  If you have time, give her website a visit.  There is something very special about Christine.

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Drink freely from life’s giving

Fill up on sweetness that is not hiding

Listen to the breeze give her story

Air is every where with her knowing

 

Drink freely from life’s giving

Ease slow into the receiving

Feel vast the heart’s voice

Oneness is not wandering

 

Drink freely from life’s giving

Expand into The Way flowing

Know duality will find it’s Oneness

The Earth joins in the evolving

 

Drink freely from life’s giving

Belief will bring the seeing

Release what holds too hard

Light the way for us searching.

 

 

 

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08/07/2013 · 11:15 am

it’s every other days these days..


Setting sun on a Blue Moon rising

Setting sun on a Blue Moon rising

It’s every other day these days

when days blend into each other

in the other way the mind plays

out the way of the dance of age as it

weaves a little faster, a little faster

 

So, it’s every other day these days

in the get to it of the way some rituals

yawn and stretch out in this new say

of how it might go and then again not

of the way the bones creak and the neck

 

Finds it sag and the crow flies along

eyes that have seen decades of coral skies

and gasped at the Milky Way making

night caps in the cup filling and pouring out

in the hush of love and tears of sorrow

 

Of when we did the clever sash-shay

with youth a blush and wink laid out

on moist sheets tossed over the sprawl

of naked lust in hungry repeat of

never enough, in the never ending play

 

There is sweetness to the remember

with the every day occupied by the

sooth of age and the settle of wrinkles

that don’t iron out and the map of veins

surface to display the long winding journey

 

Eyes adjusting to the new light rising

and letting every other day be fine

Wise to the fact that perfect is imperfect

slowing down in the speeding up fits

the pleasure of aging wisdom

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29/06/2013 · 8:40 am

a way of living easy


night time path at The Clearing

There’s a way

The direction doesn’t matter

While the heart takes the steps

Pulsing with the beat of the land

on that worn footpath not noticed

 

With all those wild earthy scents

and the way the breeze caresses

bare skin in the pause and glance

to the cloud dance over the Sun.

 

Shadows and light loving on each other

grateful for the need to breathe in the shade

when moments shift on The way like they do

 

When the heart path skips a beat in the knowing

That this is the right way all a long living easy.

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